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Chapter 62
~Author’s POV~
The sun was beginning to dip behind the western spires of PSA’s compound, casting the courtyard in a warm amber glow.
Ever since everything went down, the air was thick with tension.
Xade stood alone on the senior class balcony, his arms resting loosely on the railing as he stared out over the school grounds.
His usual sharp smirk was gone, replaced by a stern look that stretched across his face like a crack that refused to heal.
The breeze ruffled his collar, but he didn’t flinch. His thoughts were too loud in his head.
She was still missing.
And he hated how helpless that made him feel.
"I didn’t expect to find you brooding like a wallflower," a voice floated in, laced with amusement and just the right amount of venom.
Xade turned his head slightly to see Titania standing behind him near the entrance.
The fae princess walked up beside him in her perfect posture, glowing faintly in the descending light like she always did—graceful, poised, and painfully self-aware of the attention she brought with her.
"You look troubled, Alpha Prince," she said casually, her eyes flicking toward him with curiosity. "Something on your mind?"
Xade scoffed under his breath and looked back toward the field. "You mean other than watching a girl nearly die during a simulation in my city, while the packs breathe down our necks, wondering if their children are safe? Nah, not much."
Titania blinked. "Oh. So you are worried. I thought maybe..." She trailed off, voice lilting with curiosity as she leaned closer, "...this was more about the missing girl. Valerie, right?"
He didn’t answer immediately.
Titania smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "She certainly knows how to steal attention. All that drama for someone no one even knew last semester. And now the Lycan princes, the Dragon, and even our Dristan seem unusually alert. She must really love having boys chase after her."
Xade’s jaw twitched.
Titania didn’t stop. "Or maybe she planned it all. Girls like that—they know how to play the game. Who knows, maybe she made herself disappear on purpose. Just for the spotlight."
"Watch your mouth, Titania," Xade cut in sharply.
Her brows lifted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden edge in his voice.
"I don’t care what games you’re used to playing in your shiny little palace, but don’t ever make the mistake of speaking about Valerie like that around me again."
Titania’s smile faltered.
"I’m warning you," he continued. "She didn’t ask for any of this. And she sure as hell isn’t chasing attention. So unless you want to find out how little I care for royal titles, walk away."
She studied him for a moment, lips parted like she had more to say, but this time, wisely, she kept it in. With a cool tilt of her chin, she turned and walked off.
Xade stayed still for a beat longer, his mind drifting again to the forest clearing, the broken simulation, and the sick twist of fear he felt when Valerie vanished.
He didn’t move until his phone buzzed.
Principal Whitmore.
He sighed. "Perfect timing."
~Principal Whitmore’s Office~
Arriving at her office, Dristan and Xade stood before her desk, both dressed in different outfits, clearly not their uniforms, but neither in a particularly good mood.
Whitmore leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. "Your probation is over."
Xade tilted his head. "Just like that?"
She gave him a look. "No. Not just like that. It was going to end in a week anyway, after we received intel on who actually started the fight."
Xade asked expectantly, "Then you will punish them?"
"No. They will get a warning for their actions. However, you are both Alpha King Heirs, and as such... You have to lead by example. I am not the only one who thinks that. The council of elders thought about that too which was why they are signed the disciplinary form before you all joined the school and before you say fuck that..."
Principal Whitmore halted in her speech, but Xade arched a brow at her foul language. He smirks. "Why, principal? I didn’t think you had it in you to be..."
"My Xavier focus."
Xade’s smile faltered. "What do you want from us? I know you’re not lifting it on a whim when it is not up to a week," Dristan said.
"I am not. But now..." She leaned forward, "...your help is needed."
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