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Chapter 161
~Solstice’s POV~
A recording from earlier today. The one I’d tried to stop.
The comments were already toxic. Dozens. Maybe hundreds.
I covered my face with one hand and groaned. "Oh, gods. Not again." The others stared at me.
"What?" Astraea asked, narrowing her eyes. "You sound like you knew this would happen."
I straightened, recovering quickly. "No. I’m just... pitying her. It’s brutal being new at PSA. Trust me, I’ve been there. You make one wrong move, and the wolves start sharpening their teeth."
"Then maybe," Astraea said coldly, "she should’ve thought of that before cozying up with six Alpha Heirs."
Her voice sliced through the moment like glass. And just like that, the conversation abruptly ended.
Without another word, Astraea turned and strode down the hallway. Emerald looked after her, then exchanged glances with Isla before following.
Only Isla lingered.
"She’s not what they say, you know," she said softly. "I don’t believe what Astraea says. Valerie is a good girl. She is just caught in an intricate web."
I looked at her.
"I believe that," I said. "But belief doesn’t stop people from tearing someone apart."
We stood there for a second before Isla nodded and left.
I stood alone, hands in my jacket pockets, trying to calm the storm brewing behind my ribs.
I had to protect Valerie no matter what, even if she didn’t know how close the fire was and if I had to lie to keep her safe.
Because I was the only one who knew just how dangerous the truth was.
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~Dristan’s POV~
The moment the desk splintered beneath my palm, I knew what I was doing.
And I didn’t care.
Let her give us detention. Let her scream bloody murder. It was worth it to sit beside Valerie. My mate. Our mate.
She didn’t look at me at first—hell, she barely flinched when the wood snapped—but I saw the tension in her shoulders. The slight rise and fall of her chest. She was holding it in. Everything.
Guilt twisted in my gut, hard, at what I had done to her and put her through.
I deserved that silence. Maybe even her retreat. But gods, sitting here, inches from her, her scent curling into my nose like sunlight through stormclouds—I would’ve punched five more desks just to have this.
Valerie had one earbud in that the Professor couldn’t see, but I noticed it, my ears caught the sound of the music.
Fine. If she wasn’t ready to talk, I’d wait. But I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t feel what I felt. Or act like her silence didn’t scrape against every inch of me.
Ever since she blew me off to go see Principal Whitmore, nor speak to me when that girl, Silver or what he rname was, spoke rudely to me, Soren had ben prawling at the back of my mind.
And when they circled her in training class—heck I never wanted to be in class but because of her, I attended—I did not want to butt in, believing Valerie would once again tell me she did not need my help and that would sting more.
But when things got out of hand and Brielle kicked her... I lost it.
I never spoke to the other sbaout this but as if on cue, every one of us stormed right there, even the lycans.
I sighed, recalling how she drowned the heat on my confession but accepted Kai. Was I losing to him? Were we all losing to him?
Tsk.
And then there was Xade. That sneaky bastard definitely would want to have her after school hours.
I was itching with jealousy just thinking about it and Soren wanted to kill the others to keep her to ourselves.
Ash leaned over and murmured something to her, but Valerie Nightshade barely flicked him a glance.
Ace, of course, passed her a note.
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