A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs Chapter 193: The Vice-Chancellor’s Summon

{Elira}

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Though a bit intimidated, I didn’t shrink under the weight of being noticed.

Instead, I sat a little straighter, took another bite of food, and let myself laugh with my friends.

The evening passed in bursts of chatter and laughter—stories about professors, the Founders Day decorations already appearing across campus, and Nari’s dramatic retelling of how she almost fainted watching my last fight.

By the ti we finished dinner, my stomach was full, my heart even fuller.

As we walked back toward the dorms, I found myself glancing up at the evening sky—the faint silver curve of the moon shining down through the tall windows.

"Thank you," I whispered silently to the goddess for strength, for survival, and for them.

Because even though I knew the road ahead was still heavy with danger, for now, I had this laughter, friendship, and a piece of peace I had long thought I had lost.

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After long hours of study, the dorm room was quiet

My friends were already half-asleep, sprawled across their bunks in mismatched pyjamas.

I had just finished brushing my hair when my phone buzzed on the desk—the screen lighting up with one of the nas that made my stomach flutter for reasons I refused to admit.

I snatched it quickly before it woke anyone, slipping out onto the small balcony and closing the door behind .

The night air was cool, brushing against my cheeks as I pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hey, troublemaker," ca Lennon’s voice—bright, teasing, unmistakably smug. "You know, you really gave the audience a show today."

I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my lips tugged upward. "If you are just calling to tease , you can hang up now."

A low chuckle humd through the line. "Relax, I’m calling to congratulate you. You did well, Elira."

Before I could respond, I heard Rennon’s calm voice in the background. "She did more than well," he said. "She fought smart and stayed composed."

My chest ward. "Thank you, Rennon."

"And," Lennon added, mischief threading through his tone, "Zenon says congratulations too."

That made pause, my heartbeat skipping for a mont. I could picture Zenon perfectly: his usual stoic expression, arms crossed, pretending not to care.

’He actually said it?’

I swallowed a small smile and said quietly, "Then... tell him thank you for ."

"I will," Lennon replied easily, though I could hear the grin in his voice.

There was a brief pause—only the sound of the night wind and distant campus chatter filling the line. Then Lennon’s tone shifted, softer, more serious.

"Elira, listen. There’s one more contest left before Founders Day—the final for the ten selection."

"I know," I murmured, already feeling my pulse quicken.

"Then get ready," he said. "Because this one won’t be easy. Everyone’s going to co at you harder now that they know what you can do."

I nodded to myself, even though he couldn’t see it. "I will be ready."

There was another pause. Then Lennon sighed just quietly. "About training..."

Sothing in his tone made my stomach sink. "What about it?"

"We won’t be continuing," he said. "Not for now."

The words hit harder than I expected. "What? Why?"

"Too many eyes are on you," he explained. "People are already whispering that you have help. And we don’t want any more speculations that could harm your efforts."

I pressed my lips together, understanding even though it stung. "So... this is it, then?"

"For now," he said gently. "But you’ve learned enough, Elira. You just need to trust yourself. You’ve already proven you can win without us standing behind you."

I took a slow breath, letting his words settle. "I get it," I said softly. "Still... I will miss the training."

"Don’t go sentintal on ," Lennon teased, the warmth creeping back into his tone. "Besides, we will still be watching. You can bet Zenon will have his eyes on every move you make."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "That’s not comforting."

"Good," he said, clearly amused. "Because he can be terrifying when he’s proud of soone."

That made smile again—a small, secret smile.

"Rest well, then," he said finally. "Big days ahead."

"Good night, Lennon. And... thank you."

"Anyti."

The call ended with a soft click. I lowered my phone and leaned on the balcony rail, staring up at the silver-washed moon above the campus towers.

One more contest before Founders Day. One more chance to prove myself.

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The cafeteria buzzed louder than usual this morning—the sound of hundreds of students talking over clinking trays and the aroma of spiced eggs, roasted yams, and warm oat bread wafting through the air.

I was halfway through my tea when Nari nearly slamd her tray down beside , eyes wide with excitent.

"Elira!" she half-whispered, half-yelled. "Have you seen it yet?"

"Seen what?" I asked, blinking up at her.

Cambria and Juniper exchanged knowing looks across the table. Tamryn was already scrolling through her tablet with that familiar, unimpressed expression that usually preceded Nari’s brand of drama.

Nari shoved her device toward . "Moon’s Whisper! They posted a new article—and it’s about you. Again!"

My heart sank. "Oh no."

Cambria grinned. "Oh yes. It’s everywhere already. Look."

I sighed and leaned closer, eyes flicking across the glowing headline:

"The Oga We Are Proud Of: Elira Shaw’s Rise in ESA’s Combat Arena."

Below the title, the blogger had written paragraphs filled with flowery praise about my unshakable determination, my ’grit,’ and how I had won hearts by fighting with courage, not status.

By the ti I reached the last line, my stomach had knotted itself in two.

’Who knows if Elira Shaw will go on to erge as one of the finest warriors ESA has ever produced? Founders Day might just give us our answer.’

I set the tablet down carefully, staring at my breakfast like it might save from the embarrassnt heating my cheeks. I was in a different mood today.

"Why do they always write things like that?" I muttered. "Do they want everyone to hate ?"

Nari frowned, confused. "Hate you? Everyone loves you right now! Look at the comnts, half the students are calling you ESA’s rising phoenix."

"That’s exactly what worries ," I said softly. "The more attention I get, the more of a target I beco. You know how this school works. Not everyone likes seeing an ’Oga’—"

I caught myself. "—soone like getting praised."

Tamryn rested her chin on her palm, studying . "You think the Student Council will use this against you?"

I forced a small smile. "It wouldn’t be the first ti."

Juniper nudged my elbow gently. "Still, you’ve earned every word in that article, Elira. They are not lying."

"Maybe not," I said, exhaling slowly. "But I just wish they would stop shining a light on . I’m barely keeping my balance as it is."

Cambria leaned forward, eyes warm. "You can’t stop people from seeing what’s already obvious. You’re good. Maybe even great."

I t her gaze and smiled faintly. "That’s sweet, but I would rather be invisible for now."

"Too late," Nari teased with a proud grin, tapping her tablet. "You are trending."

I groaned and covered my face with my hands, earning quiet laughter from the others.

Inside, though, the unease didn’t fade.

Every word from that blog, every spotlight they threw on felt like it was painting a bright red target over my head.

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that soone, sowhere, was already aiming.

The laughter around the table slowly faded as my smartwatch gave a soft, low chi. I glanced down, expecting so campus-wide notice about Founders Day preparations.

But when I read the ssage, my breath caught.

From: Vice Chancellor of ESA "Miss Elira Shaw, please report to my office during lunch break today."

For a full heartbeat, I just stared at the glowing words. Then another. My spoon slipped quietly from my hand, clinking against my tray.

Nari leaned forward imdiately. "What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."

I swallowed hard, still reading the ssage as if it might change. "The vice chancellor just sent for . She wants to see at lunch."

That did it. My friends all froze. Juniper’s eyes widened, Cambria’s lips parted slightly, and Tamryn straightened, brows furrowing.

"Wait—the vice chancellor?" Nari asked, her voice rising an octave.

I nodded, feeling my pulse quicken. "I—I don’t know why she is asking for ."

Cambria was the first to recover. Her expression softened into that calm, confident look she always wore when she sensed I was close to panic.

"Hey," she said gently, placing her hand over mine. "If it were bad news, it wouldn’t be her calling you in. The Dean of Disciplinary Actions would have handled that. This has to be sothing good."

"Or at least not terrible," Tamryn added, though her tone held a sliver of uncertainty. "Maybe she just wants to talk about Founders Day. You’ve been the highlight of the combat eliminations, after all."

"That’s exactly what I’m worried about," I muttered, earning a sympathetic chuckle from Nari.