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Chapter 41
~Valerie’s POV~
"Enough!"
My voice rang out, sharp and loud, cutting through the chaos like a blade. Everyone froze.
My heart thundered in my chest, lungs burning, brain screaming. I didn’t know if I was about to cry, shift, or just explode into pieces from all of this.
And frankly, I blame one person.
<Valerie: You, author.>
<Author: *Blinks*>
I turned in a full circle, eyes wild as I faced all of them. Every single one.
Dristan, whose cyan blue eyes still glowed with barely held rage, Kai, standing beside him, fuming. Axel and Xade, tense and ready to jump with Xade, smirking but on edge.
Ace and Ash, the twin Lycans radiating sheer power—dangerous and beautiful in a way that made my stomach twist.
And finally, him.
The Dragon.
He stood at the center now, arms still slightly raised after shoving both Ash and Dristan away like they were nothing. Nothing. And they let him. No one questioned it.
That’s how much power he had.
I let out a shaky breath and ran a hand down my face. "I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with this—with you. I’ve had one hell of a night and now I’ve got six wolves claiming me as their mate." My voice cracked, and I hated that it did.
"I don’t even know half of your names," I snapped, "and yet, somehow—somehow, you’re all standing here like you own me. Like I’m a prize to fight over!"
Silence ensued as all the guys glared at each other, but I didn’t mind. They could shoot daggers through their eyes and aim for their foreheads for all I cared, and it wouldn’t matter to me.
Even the air seemed to stop moving.
"I never asked for this," I whispered, my hands trembling now. "Six. Six mates. Are you kidding me? Do you know what that feels like?"
No one answered. Astra was silent too, her energy curled tightly inside me.
"I’ve barely gotten used to the idea of one mate," I said, softer now. "One. And yet, here we are... with six men—all of you powerful and dangerous—yet none of you can even take one step back and let me breathe."
My voice wavered. "I am not a thing. I’m not your property. So if any of you—anyone—want a chance at being part of my life, you’re gonna start by respecting my space. But if not, if you still choose to be dollopheads with this, then yes. I’d happily choose the other option and reject you all."
I could see the shock flash in their eyes. If it were any other day, they’d happily tell me to refute my words, but nah.
Dristan’s jaw clenched, but he lowered his eyes.
Ace and Ash exchanged a glance, and slowly, their red irises dimmed.
The others followed.
Even the Dragon, who hadn’t said a word since stepping in, lowered his arms and gave me the tiniest nod of approval.
My breath escaped in one long rush, like I’d been holding it in forever.
"I didn’t choose this," I whispered, my gaze flicking between them. "None of this is fair. So before any of you start marking territory or throwing fists, think."
Silence.
Even Astra was quiet inside me.
I backed away slowly. "I’m going to class. We all are. And after that... we’re probably going to figure this out. Like adults. Or wolves. Whatever. Just... no more pissing contests. Please."
I turned on my heel and walked away. I didn’t wait to see if they followed or dispersed. My heart thundered, my head spun, and every instinct screamed at me that this was just the beginning.
Six mates.
Six.
One of them had just gone head-to-head with Dristan. And something told me this school year was about to become a warzone.
"Goddess help me," I muttered under my breath.
And Astra whispered back, "She already did."
"Just pretend to feel my pain for once, will you?"
"Maybe."
I didn’t reply her anymore. I just kept walking. Because if I turned back—even once—I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep moving.
And the last thing I needed was to fall for six pairs of eyes staring at me like I was the center of their universe.
"All senior year students are to report immediately to the training field for their first TAF session. That is all."
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