Elowen’s POV
"You are a disgrace, Miss Stormwood."
His words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike.
I narrowed my eyes, refusing to flinch. "Care to explain what exactly I’ve done?"
The principal leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished wooden desk. His gaze burned with contempt.
"You know exactly what you’ve done," he spat. "Seducing my sons—all three of them?" His nostrils flared. "You’ve been nothing but a temptress, causing chaos and distraction in this academy."
His sons.
I clenched my jaw. Alaric. Ranon. Theron.
The triplets.
I almost laughed. Was that what they were telling him? That I had somehow lured them into my web, like some wicked siren?
"That’s quite an accusation," I mused, tilting my head. "You’re saying your sons—three powerful, fully grown alphas—are so weak-willed that they fell for a single girl’s charms?"
His fist slammed against the desk.
"Watch your tongue!" he snapped. "I will not tolerate your disrespect."
Disrespect?
He was t
