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Chapter 5
~Valerie's POV~
The grip on my wrist was firm but not forceful as the girl dragged me down the hallway.
I barely had time to glance over my shoulder—just enough to catch the shock and irritation flashing across Dristan, Kai, and Axel's faces before we turned a corner, leaving them behind.
Well. That was satisfying.
"Not that I'm complaining," I said, matching the girl's pace, "but who exactly are you?"
She finally slowed, flashing me a wicked grin. "The person who just saved your ass."
I arched a brow. Bold. I liked her already.
She let go of my wrist and tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder. "Isla Storm. Alpha heir of the Golden Crescent Moon Pack."
Ah. That explained the confidence, I thought, but as soon as it did, I blinked before staring at her.
She either did not figure it out yet or she, like these rich kids, didn't bother, but she was my roommate, the room next to mine.
She studied me like she was assessing something. "You're Valerie Nightshade, right?"
I exhaled. "The one and only."
Her smirk widened. "Figured. You're all anyone's talking about. And now? You just made history, babe."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, let me guess. Because I dared to breathe in the presence of the Alpha Kings' heirs?"
Isla snorted. "Yes and no." I arched my brow, expecting her to explain and she did. "Because you somehow managed to get all three of them to claim you as their mate."
Her smirk widened, and I could see the glee in her eyes. Huh, a wild one.
I scowled. "Against my will."
She laughed. "Oh, I believe you. But trust me, rejecting them won't be that easy."
I wanted to ask how she knew, considering she wasn't close to us when Dristan snapped, but I figured as werewolves, they all had sharp senses, and some were way sharper than others.
I narrowed my eyes. "Why not?"
Isla crossed her arms. "For one? The bond is strong. You might feel like you hate them now, but the longer you resist, the worse it'll get. And second?" She tilted her head. "Those three don't lose. Ever. And they sure as hell won't lose their mate."
I groaned. "They can fight over me all they want. I'll be long gone before they win anything."
Isla chuckled, but her gaze turned more serious. "Just... be careful, Nightshade. The mate bond is powerful, but so is everything else in this school. You don't have to like them, but don't underestimate them."
I smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I never underestimate my enemies."
She grinned. "Good."
"Anyways, aren't you scared they'd come for you with the way you stole their prey?" I made invincible quotation marks in the air, and her smile brightened.
"Oh them... they won't do anything to me. Instead, I can't wait to taunt my cousin with how you insulted them, hahaha."
Cousin?
Moon goddess, bless my ears. Did I hear her correctly?
My stupefaction must have given me away. Isla's laugh echoed.
"Oh, yeah, you may not see much of the resemblance, but Dristan is my cousin, and he is tasked with protecting his dearest little cousin. He wouldn't dare touch me; else he answered to his parents, especially his dad. My mum is his dad's younger sister."
She leaned in close as if to tell me a secret. "He adores her."
I nodded, fully understanding exactly where her confidence came from.
"Now, let's get some lunch before those possessive babies come hunting you down."
I liked this girl.
Maybe PSA wouldn't be completely unbearable after all.
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Lunch—The Alpha Cafeteria
The cafeteria was a grand, open-concept space filled with round tables, plush seating, and a stage at the far end for announcements.
Most students sat in pack formations—territories even within the school. The elite wolves took the central area, their presence radiating dominance.
I grabbed a tray, intending to sit near the edge of the room, but before I could—
A body stepped in front of me.
Then another. And another.
The cheerleader Barbie pack.
At the center of them was Lip Gloss Barbie, Brielle, from earlier. She crossed her arms, her nose scrunching like I had a particularly unpleasant smell.
"You think you can just walk around here like you're important?" she sneered.
I blinked. "Uh, yeah. Because I can walk. And I'm here. So... what's your point?"
A few of the girls snickered, but Barbie wasn't amused.
I glanced around in search of Isla. I suddenly didn't feel her presence, only to see her placing her bag on a table, and then her gaze met mine, silently beckoning on me.
She apparently went to find our seats.
"You disrespected the Alpha Kings' heirs," Brielle hissed. "You're lucky they haven't put you in your place yet."
Stray? Did this nincompoop just call me a stray?
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