The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Popular For The Wrong Reason

kyre Pov

The next morning, I walked into the academy feeling irritated before classes had even started. News about the competition seemed to be following me everywhere i went

Three students turned to look at me the moment I entered the building. They immediately started whispering to each other when they realized I noticed them.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking toward my locker. The attention was already becoming exhausting.

“Good morning, future champion,” somebody called from behind me.

I groaned without turning around. The teasing had stopped being funny days ago.

By the time I reached my locker, two more students had congratulated me for things that had not even

happened yet. None of them seemed interested in talking about anything except the competition.

My friend Harper appeared beside me with a sympathetic expression. She already knew exactly why I looked annoyed.

“You look grumpy,” she said.

“You would be grumpy too,” I replied. “Apparently I’m not a person anymore.”

Harper laughed and leaned against the locker beside mine. Unfortunately, that only encouraged more people

to stare.

“It could be worse,” she said.

“Please don’t challenge fate,” I answered.

The first class of the day was somehow even more frustrating. Every time competition season came up, several students immediately looked at me.

I tried focusing on the lesson. The constant attention made that difficult.

During lunch, things became even stranger. Students I barely knew suddenly wanted to sit near me.

One girl asked about my training schedule. Another wanted to know what it was like growing up in an Alpha household.

I answered politely at first. After the fifth similar conversation, my patience started disappearing.

“I’m just a student,” I said.

Nobody seemed interested in believing that. They kept treating me like something interesting instead of someone normal.

When lunch finally ended, I escaped outside with my usual group of friends. The fresh air immediately improved my mood.

Harper sat beside me on a bench near the training field. The others spread out around us while discussing upcoming events.

“I think you’re overreacting,” Mason said.

I stared at him in disbelief. His timing was terrible.

“How am I overreacting?” I asked.

“People are paying attention because you did well,” he replied. “That’s not a crime.”

“It feels weird,” I said.

Mason shrugged and kicked at the grass. His expression remained completely unconcerned.

“It’s school,” he said. “Everything feels weird.”

Several people laughed. Unfortunately, that did not make me feel any better.

Chapte 227. Popust For The Wrong Ren

Later that afternoon. Harper rushed into the training hall carrying her tablet. The look on her face immediately caught everyone’s attention.

“You need to see this, she said

She dropped onto the bench beside me and opened a social media page. A new anonymous account had been posting commentary about competition participants.

At first, I thought it looked harmless. Then I started reading more closely

Most of the posts sounded like opinions about training sessions and rankings. Several of them felt oddly specific

One post mentioned a student who relied too heavily on family connections. Another questioned whether certain competitors deserved their reputations.

I frowned as I scrolled through the page. The target seemed obvious.

“They’re talking about me,” I said.

Harper nodded immediately. She had already reached the same conclusion.

“They never use your name,” she said. “But they’re definitely talking about you.”

The account irritated me more than I wanted to admit. Whoever was running it clearly enjoyed pretending they were being subtle.

After practice, the account became the main topic of conversation. Everyone suddenly had an opinion. “You should ignore it,” Mason said.

Harper shook her head before I could answer. She clearly disagreed.

“That’s easy to say when they’re not talking about you,” she replied.

“It’s still anonymous nonsense,” Mason argued.

The discussion continued for nearly ten minutes. Nobody seemed capable of agreeing on anything.

Part of me wanted to forget the whole thing. Another part wanted to find whoever was behind the account. By the time I got home, my head hurt from thinking about it. The entire situation felt ridiculous.

Zane was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. One look at my face was enough for him to know something was wrong.

“You look angry,” he said.

“Thank you for your valuable observation,” I replied.

He grinned immediately. That expression almost always meant trouble.

“What happened?” he asked.

I dropped into a chair across from him and explained everything. The more I talked, the more annoyed! became.

When I finished, Zane remained quiet for several seconds. His reaction surprised me.

“That’s actually pretty annoying,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Supportive Zane was often more irritating than sarcastic Zane. “You’re agreeing with me?” I asked.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he replied.

I pointed at him across the table. His expression became instantly smug.

“You are being weird,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” he answered.

I threw a napkin at him. Unlike Kyra from breakfast several days ago, my aim was excellent.

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Chapter 317. Pequslar For The Wrang Heater

Later that afternoon, Harper rushed into the training hall carrying her tablet. The look on her face immediately caught everyone’s attention.

“You need to see this,” she said.

She dropped onto the bench beside me and opened a social media page. A new anonymous account had been posting commentary about competition participants.

At first, I thought it looked harmless. Then i started reading more closely.

Most of the posts sounded like opinions about training sessions and rankings. Several of them felt oddly specific.

One post mentioned a student who relied too heavily on family connections. Another questioned whether certain competitors deserved their reputations.

I frowned as I scrolled through the page. The target seemed obvious.

“They’re talking about me,” I said.

Harper nodded immediately. She had already reached the same conclusion.

“They never use your name,” she said. “But they’re definitely talking about you.”

The account irritated me more than I wanted to admit. Whoever was running it clearly enjoyed pretending they were being subtle.

After practice, the account became the main topic of conversation. Everyone suddenly had an opinion.

“You should ignore it,” Mason said.

Harper shook her head before I could answer. She clearly disagreed.

“That’s easy to say when they’re not talking about you,” she replied.

“It’s still anonymous nonsense,” Mason argued.

The discussion continued for nearly ten minutes. Nobody seemed capable of agreeing on anything. Part of me wanted to forget the whole thing. Another part wanted to find whoever was behind the account. By the time I got home, my head hurt from thinking about it. The entire situation felt ridiculous.

Zane was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. One look at my face was enough for him to know something was wrong.

“You look angry,” he said.

“Thank you for your valuable observation,” I replied.

He grinned immediately. That expression almost always meant trouble.

“What happened?” he asked.

I dropped into a chair across from him and explained everything. The more I talked, the more annoyed!

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