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And still, the girls spoke to me. "Eleanor Vale. I'm taking you to the Crimson Cellar after class. Private room. Music. Fresh blood. You coming or not..." A lazy voice came from the classroom door, and the room quieted almost at once. Cassian Voss stood outside with one hand in his pocket.

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

Entering a black car was Sandra. I dismissed what I had seen and concluded that maybe she had just forgotten something. I took the flight of stairs and arrived on the fifth floor. I was already exhausted. I heard the ping of an elevator and watched the student get off with poorly hidden envy. I could have saved myself the trouble if I had a special card that the elites had but that was no use. Mrs Leslie's office was the one at the extreme end of the hall so I would have to walk past not only the elite's classroom but Louis' classroom. It had been more than a week since our odd interaction but the sensations were still very must present.

Mate or not, I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but her. I thought Duke, my wolf, would have given me hassle about choosing to mate with her. Surprisingly he had nothing to say about it. He was just as content to be with Jonda as I was. That had to be a good sign, right? The fact my wolf wasn’t fighting me on it. “Beta,” I looked up to see one of our Elite warriors with a package in his hands, “This arrived for you, I was told to bring it straight to you.”

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Madelyn was in Class Six at Ventrocloud High School, which was on the sixth floor. Students had a special elevator to use. The classes started at nine in the morning. When Madelyn arrived at her classroom, she saw some familiar faces, but she didn't know most of her classmates. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Hurrying, she found her seat from memory. As she was about to put down her backpack, she noticed some students looking at her and whispering.

**“Janna, drop it. Seriously.” Janna held up her hands in mock surrender. **“Alright, fine. But I still think you like him.”** Elie’s quickened her pace, desperate to end the conversation. They finally reached their classroom and slipped into their seats just as the bell rang. --- **Later That Day – After Class** The school day dragged on painfully slow. Elie’s tried focusing on her lessons, but her mind kept drifting back to Damien and Bianca. The scene in the cafeteria replayed over and over, much to her frustration.

He also turned out to be a great teacher and at the end of his class, I was very satisfied. If we didn't have anymore classes today, I wouldn't be upset about it. I smiled as he finished teaching and walked away from the board. “See you all in the next class. Be on time. Miss my class and you get an F.” The elites started to murmur, some angrily, while some let out angry gasps. Patty and I amused exchanged glances. I guessed some elites did care about their grades. I turned back to look at Professor Cain, intrigued about how well he knew these kids and exactly how to rile them up.

My footsteps echoed in a way they never did in dreams. Calvin led me through a series of quiet corridors before we reached a wide circular chamber with a domed ceiling made entirely of stained glass. At the center stood three people. They turned as we entered. The first woman looked like she belonged on the cover of a vampire political thriller. She was statuesque, with dark eyes that made me feel dissected before I even opened my mouth. Her suit was sleek, her posture perfect, and her expression cool enough to freeze lava. “This is Professor Pamela Batista,” Calvin said. “Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.”

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.