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Alora’s POV:Betty was the only one who ever cleaned my room. If she hadn’t entered the room, like she claimed she didn’t, then it meant someone else had. That alone made my chest tighten.It could have been the triplet brothers, they were the one who found me unconscious . Or it could have been anyone else. After all, there had been a party going on the night I went unconscious. People had been coming in and out, laughing, drinking, wandering without care. It would have been easy for someone to slip in unnoticed.Still, despite all the possibilities, I was certain of one thing, it wasn’t Luna Sabrina or Leah.Those two women despised me enough to make it obvious. They didn’t bother hiding their intentions. If they had gotten hold of something as important as that paper, they wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. They would have exposed me immediately, made a scene, and ensured I was thrown out before I even had the chance to defend myself.But nothing like that had happened.There we

Alora’s POV:For a moment, he said nothing at all.Instead, he reached for his glass of wine with an unhurried sort of calm, lifting it to his lips and taking a slow, measured sip, as if he had all the time in the world. My eyes stayed on him, searching for something,anything, but his expression gave nothing away. When he finally set the glass back down, the soft clink against the table felt louder than it should have.Only then did he look at me again.“Am I supposed to explain my actions to you?” he asked, his tone even, almost indifferent.I opened my mouth to respond, ready with something sharp, something that would at least force a reaction out of him, but the weight of his gaze stopped me short. The words tangled somewhere in my throat, refusing to come out the way I intended.“If you’re that curious,” he continued, his voice dropping just enough to make me lean in without meaning to, “you’ll get an answer only after you answer the question I asked you last time.”I frowned, my

Alora’s POV:“Welcome back to school,” the school head said, her smile stretched just a little too wide to be entirely genuine. “We are pleased to have you back.”“I doubt that,” I muttered under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them.“Yes?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her sharp eyes narrowing as if she’d caught something worth examining.“Nothing,” I replied quickly, smoothing my expression into something neutral.The office smelled faintly of polished wood and lavender, the kind of scent meant to calm nerves. It didn’t work on me. Not here. Not after everything. My gaze drifted briefly around the room, tall shelves lined with awards, photographs of past graduating classes, and at the center, a large crest of Perfecta Werewolf Academy mounted proudly on the wall.“Why did you call me?” I asked, unable to hide the edge in my voice. I didn’t care for pleasantries, not with her. Not anymore.She clasped her hands together on the desk, posture straight, com

Alora’s POV:“You’re pretty much the talk of the town now.” Dax’s voice replayed in my head as clearly as if he were walking beside me. “Everyone says your party was lit. You know this realm thrives on status. They doubted you at first because, to them, you were just a lowly omega who seduced the Alpha to become Luna. But after witnessing your party? Their mindset about you changed. They saw it for themselves, you’re the Luna of the most powerful pack, and you have power now. Nobody would want to be your enemy.”A small, almost disbelieving smile tugged at my lips as I made my way down the long hallway toward my next lecture. The floors gleamed beneath the overhead lights, polished to the point where I could almost see my reflection trailing behind me. Students lined the corridors in clusters, their voices blending into a low hum of chatter, laughter, and the occasional whisper that lingered just a second too long.I could feel their eyes on me.Before, that would have made my should

Alora's POV:His face went from pale to violently red in seconds.“I—uh—I didn’t—sorry—”He nearly tripped over himself trying to yank the cart backward, the wheels screeching as he forced it into an awkward turn before practically fleeing down the hallway.The moment shattered like glass.Cold reality rushed in just as fast.I slipped out from under Kade’s arm, putting distance between us before I could second-guess it. My heart was still racing, my skin still burning where he had touched me, like the imprint of his hands refused to fade.“See what you caused,” I snapped, breathless, anger rushing in to cover everything else. “I’m just starting to build a decent reputation here, and you’re about to ruin it.”I smoothed my clothes, fingers trembling despite my effort to steady them. “I’m already late for my lecture.”This time, he didn’t stop me.But I felt his gaze anyway, heavy, unreadable, following me as I stepped out of the alcove and back into the hallway.“We aren’t finished, A