chapter six

ELORA'S pov

Stepping out from the bathroom, I took one step after another, making sure the towel was wrapped properly around me.

The door closing seconds ago was an indication no one currently occupied the room, but still, after almost being caught, I had to be extra careful.

I exhaled when I confirmed it was indeed empty, my eyes darted towards the table by the side, the room lit up with the kind of sweet aroma that made one's stomach protest.

The food was covered and that should have been my cue to leave it alone, but curiosity took the better of me, I opened it, seeing the mouth-watering slices of pancake, a trail of honey draped over it, and a bowl of mustard soup sat next to it.

F*ck!

I closed my eyes, placing the cover back. Why the hell would Valen bring this here just to leave immediately after?

Rolling my eyes, I proceeded to dress up, making sure my scent blocker was in place and doubling it. Training meant sweating, and training with Valen meant danger.

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"He just arrived, why does he get to be trained by Valen?" Someone sneered next to me, his friend stood next to him as they racked through their locker room.

I did the same, I had already changed into my boy shorts and a jersey top for training, making sure my breasts were extra wrapped.

I ignored them, focusing on applying the muscle heat balm everyone had been given to my knees and ankles.

"And after the nonsense he pulled at the cafeteria, I wonder why Valen hasn't ordered him to be bullied yet," the guy in the blue jersey responded.

Either they didn't care if I overheard, or they were just very shitty gossipers.

Ignoring them, I walked away from the locker room and into the arena, I winced when my stomach growled, I really should have gone to the cafeteria first.

Running a hand through my hair, I walked towards the hall filled with students, my eyes scanning for the very one who I should probably be avoiding instead of searching for.

Tristan came into focus first, I tried to look away but his eyes already met mine. Sh*t.

A smile tugged at his lips and next, he was jogging towards me.

My head screamed at me to turn back, but that would be cowardly of me, and unbecoming of an Alpha.

"Hi roomie," Tristan pulled a hand over my neck, pulling me closer. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're avoiding me, haven't seen you since you kicked Valen's *ss."

I pushed his hand away, more like tried to, his hold tightened, his hand dangling over my brea...

"Aw!" Tristan squeaked, holding his arm as he stared up at the person who had twisted his arm off me. "What the hell, man?"

Valen frowned at him, Jaxon who stood beside Valen snickered a laugh. "Don't touch him," Valen ordered, making Tristan's lips curve up.

I looked through the three guys, what the hell was wrong with them?

"Ouuu, are you trying to say you're quite fond of our new roomie?" Tristan's amused look flickered from Valen to me. I swallowed, taking a step back.

"Don't speak about me like I'm not here," I glared at Tristan, turning to Valen next. "And stop acting like an *ssh*l*, I can handle myself. And I can choose who would or would not touch me."

Jaxon had his jaw open, like he was shocked I was capable of speaking. Or more like, capable of challenging them. "D*mn, even his voice sounds girly, I can see why Valen got his pants out for the she-boy."

Valen nudged Jaxon with his elbow, hard, making him step back in a fit of laughter. "Shut up."

"You three are unbelievable!" I muttered under my breath, Valen walked past us, he didn't need to say the words for me to follow him.

Something was wrong with the three elites. Something I couldn't quite place, they were mean that night to me, heck everyone in the entire school acted like if other students breathed wrong in their direction, that might as well be the last breath they would ever take.

But for some reason, they seemed to be... playful around me? Well, all aside from Valen. But Tristan and Jaxon seemed to act like I was no threat whatsoever. And that was far from what I knew Alphas were like.

They hated each other, they saw themselves as threats, like the second one slipped up, the others would take their position. But they looked at me like I was no threat whatsoever.

What exactly did they know?

"Stand there," Valen ordered, he had created a circle, making other students here for training stand around it. Next, his attention went to the many students around the circle. "I might be assigned to train Lucius, but any fail that occurs during the competition, affects this school, hence, affecting me directly."

He began, I noticed how the entire hall filled with students beyond what I could count fell quiet. Even if a pin dropped right now, I was a hundred and fifty percent sure it would echo.

"So right now, we would test your collective strengths, I need to know those with potential and those that are useless." The last word had a tone of disgust to it. "To begin, you'll duel among each other, starting from you."

He pointed at the blue jersey shirt Alpha, the one who had been talking trash about me back at the locker room, his eyes flashed in shock at first, and then like he realized this was his time to show his talent and prove to the Alpha King he was worthy enough of being among his clique, his lips curved up into a happy grin.

Slowly, he stepped into the wide circle, cracking his knuckles and huge neck. I swallowed.

The Alpha looked well about two times my size, almost as huge as Valen. Anyone who had to duel with him was already a dead man.

"And you," Valen stated, turning to me in a second as my eyes went wide. "Lucius Bernard. You both are to duel in a match to the death."