Violet briskly walked ahead, ignoring the calls from behind. "Violet! Please wait up!" Lila pleaded, but Violet, too furious to care, strode on.
The girl had done enough damage. By now, the whole school must have heard about her moaning in her sleep, and God knows how they would twist the story—all thanks to the chatterbox who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
"Violet please!" Lila pleaded desperately and this time Violet couldn’t ignore it anymore.
She turned reluctantly and barked, "What, Lila?! What do you want this time? Haven’t you done enough already, or are there more of my secrets you want to expose to the whole school?!"
Lila recoiled, her expression like that of a guilty cat caught in the act. "I’m sorry, Violet."
"Well, ’sorry’ doesn’t change or repair what has been done," Violet retorted.
"But it would make you feel good, wouldn’t it?" Lila replied, leaving Violet dumbfounded.
Words failed Violet, and she exhaled sharply. "You know what? Just leave me alone. I mean it."
Violet turned on her heels to leave for her class, but the sound of footsteps told her Lila was still following.
It grated on her nerves, and she whirled around, snapping, "What is it?! Haven’t I told you to leave me alone, or don’t you understand how to respect people’s feelings?"
Lila gulped. "I have the same class as you."
"Oh." Realization dawned on Violet, and she suddenly felt foolish, her cheeks warming with embarrassment. Without another word, she turned and continued walking.
Although Violet was angry at Lila, it was more about transferring her aggression; unfortunately, Lila was on the receiving end of it given Violet’s already miserable day.
Violet could not forget the horrified looks on the faces of her roommates. She had been moaning in her dream. A huge fat thanks to Asher. Her roommates knew that as well because she had called out his name, or rather names.
Violet could not forget the unexpected Alpha who had made a guest appearance. Seeing Roman in her sex dream was all the convincing needed that she was losing her mind. Of all the Alphas, that was the least one she was interested in.
Violet had no choice but to apologize. Unlike Ivy who looked smug and might taunt her with that experience for the rest of her life, Daisy, the smart one, said, "I honestly hope whatever twisted game you’re playing with Ashers that you don’t get us involved in it."
Violet had been close to promising that nothing of that nature would happen only to recall yesterday’s incident where Asher had compelled them to sleep, plus the part he threatened to make Lila jump out the window from the second floor.
At once the words had gotten stuck in her throat like a thick lump. It had not dawned on Violet other than that moment how she was putting her teammates in danger by associating with the mad man Asher. How she was making them collateral damage.
Swallowing hard, Violet lied. "Don’t worry, nothing like that will happen."
But Violet knew Asher well enough to realize that last night was just the beginning. And it seems it has begun already.
Violet felt inexplicably aroused.
Initially, she attributed it to the remnants of her steamy dream and thus, stayed in the showers for hours — and missed breakfast — hoping the cold water would quell the sensations. It had seemed effective at first, but the feeling had returned with a vengeance.
Violet could not exactly explain it but she was hot and bothered in places she couldn’t be. Like there was an itch beneath her skin that she wanted to claw at so badly.
Worst of all, the throbbing between her legs pulsed incessantly. If it wasn’t for the fact she hadn’t eaten anything, Violet would have thought someone drugged her or something.
Violet eagerly walked toward the Calculus & Applied Mathematics class for one reason: Asher was there. She had found out on her moonfeed. Apparently, even with his psychopathic tendencies, the Alpha was still popular, and some girls had been arguing about sitting close to him.
She would go in there, drag him out of class, and force the bastard to undo whatever he had done to her. Violet clenched her fists, determined.
Lila had not said anything since then, quietly following her. Violet knew Lila wouldn’t stay angry at her forever, but for now, she’d be stern and let her learn her lesson.
It wasn’t long before Violet reached the class and walked in. She stood at the entrance, scanning for signs of Asher—only he wasn’t there.
Her brows furrowed instantly. Where was the bastard? Perhaps he was running late. But Alaric wasn’t. Violet spotted the usually aloof Alpha sitting by the window, staring outside, immersed in whatever had caught his attention.
The next moment, he turned, sensing her gaze. Their eyes met and held. The icy sharpness in his stare remained, but unlike before, it didn’t linger. Instead, his expression flickered with something akin to familiarity, taking her aback.
"Please take a seat, everybody," the Calculus teacher announced, stepping into the room, and Violet realized she had been standing there longer than intended.
She wasn’t foolish enough to sit beside Alaric again, knowing she’d end up on the Oracle’s gossip page. However, to her shock, when she tried to take a seat, a student slipped into it at the last moment and said, "Sorry, that’s mine."
Without hesitation, Violet moved to the next available seat, but another student occupied it just as she reached for it. "Sorry, that’s mine, too," they said with a pointed look.
This time, Violet didn’t need further confirmation. Something was definitely up. Her suspicions were confirmed when she spotted yet another empty seat, only for a girl to take it just as Violet approached, flashing her an unapologetic smile. "Sorry, that’s mine, too."
Snickers rippled through the classroom, and it finally hit Violet that this was a setup. If her hunch was right, the culprit was none other than the cute but devious prince, Alaric.
With no other choice, Violet strode to the only seat left—the one beside him. She sat down without a word, her resolve steely.
"Hello, Violet."