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" Or maybe you're just a smart kid who pretends to be dumb by putting little to no effort when it comes to academic studies," " Oh really?" I scoffed. " Yeah , really," She bobbed her head enthusiastically at her supposed hypothesis. It's like she hit that eureka moment or something. I had no idea what she was alluding to, I am not smart. Just because I happen to understand how colorblindness works, in relation to the red-green color vision deficiency, which is more common in males than females thanks to the 1X chromosome we inherit from our mothers and if that single X chromosome happens to carry the red-green color vision deficiency then colorblindness ensures, doesn't mean I'm a smart kid

Deanneth When the girl was asleep, I found that I was fascinated by the whorls in her hair. In Lycaneum society, plain brunette hair was common and nothing remarkable. I was disappointed at first when I met Clara. Loretta had soft blonde hair that was so light, it could have passed as white.

His eyes appeared red-rimmed as he replied hoarsely, "I honestly do not know" Evelyn mumbled, "My father used to say that a mage's offspring carried a recessive gene which can become a dominant gene in his/her offspring. But it was a rare phenomenon and my father always laughed it off, saying it was a myth". Her mother had a rueful smile on her lips and a distant look in her eyes.

Tonya runs her hands through her hair, “My hair is black! I think I’m gonna try platinum!@ Jolene grunts, “What is with you and blonde hair?” Tonya argues, “There’s difference between blonde and platinum!” Jolene debates, “Oh yeah, And what might that be?” Tonya shakes her head in disbelief, “Blonde is borderline, yellow and platinum is more like a white.” Jolene jokes, “So you want white hair? Are you in love with an older man or something?” She laughs but Tonya doesn’t, “I’m not a man. I just think going with the exact opposite might throw people off and they won’t think I am who I am?”

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

--- I shrug my shoulders watching her widen her eyes. "Okay, just the ends."--- she pronounces at the same moment. Her mother and grandparents look at me in surprise, not believing it. "She was wanting to go even blonder to make a gradient."--- Ethan explains to me. I nod, understanding. Even though she was blonde from birth, for the dye to take better she would have to bleach more, since her hair is not a very light shade of blonde. "And how did you two meet?"--- Dona Fernanda, her mother, asks.

"Not really... My hair’s horrible. I broke so many combs trying to get through the tangles. I always wanted soft, blonde hair... like my mother’s." Elizabeth chuckled, her warm laugh filling the room. "Dear, you can’t run away from your genes. And only a lucky few get the blessing of red hair. You should be proud that you carry something rare. Maybe the goddess marked you specially." She tilted her head slightly. "Were your parents redheads too?" I shook my head, feeling a familiar sting at the memory. "No... both my parents were blonde. My mother... she didn’t like my hair. She said I inherited the wrong genes."

NYLA Cortia ran my fingers through my golden blood hair, she kept applying the dye till my hair reach the perfect color of lavender, the original color of the royal blood of Peralez. Although my father barely boast of his purple locs, and rather keeps his head bald, I had the liberty of being born with my mother's blond locs. As history prevails no matter who ever the Alpha of Peralez chose to marry the offsprings always possess lavender hair and deep set of purple eyes, this trait seemed to have skip me so I dye my hair and change my blue eyes to purple to fit in my mother's fantasy.

Her hair used to be just like Gisele's, but she had to dye it black so as not to raise Alpha Kai's suspicion of her being a member of the Blood Claw Royal house. Her father and older brother had blonde hair as well. It was a trait peculiar to their Royal household. Ever since she arrived at the Mystic Woodland Pack, she had been dying her hair black and no ever suspected her true hair colour. No one, except for her personal maid, knew she was a Blondie and it had to stay that way. She collected all the reagents and equipment she would be needing to dye her hair and went to the bathroom.