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Chapter 19
~Valerie’s POV~
After enduring an entire class of pointed stares and whispers, I had successfully avoided the Alpha Kings’ Heirs. Which was a miracle in itself.
Unfortunately, my mont of peace was short-lived because now it was ti for sports.
The academy had a strict physical education curriculum, designed to keep our wolves in top form. Today’s activity was a full-class team-based competition—a mix between Capture the Flag and Combat Training. It wasn’t just about speed or strength but also strategy.
I sighed as I entered the changing rooms and pulled on my sportswear—a fitted black tank top with the school emblem on the chest, paired with matching athletic shorts that stopped mid-thigh. The material clung to my body, accentuating my toned curves and long legs, evidence of years of combat training.
The mont I stepped out onto the field, a few whistles and murmurs filled the air. So of the boys eyed appreciatively, their smirks telling exactly what was on their minds.
I clenched my jaw. Great. Just what I needed—more unwanted attention.
A sharp growl suddenly echoed through the field, silencing the murmurs instantly.
I didn’t need to look to know who it ca from.
Dristan, Kai, and Axel sat on the stone bleachers at the edge of the field, watching like kings surveying their subjects.
The mont their growls rumbled through the field, every single guy quickly averted their eyes and returned to their warm-ups.
I bit the inside of my cheek, resisting the urge to glare at them.
Possessive bastards.
They had no claim over , yet here they were, warning every male in the class not to even look at .
Still, even after the others looked away, all four of them had their eyes glued to like they had x-ray vision or sothing. I hated how exposed I suddenly felt under their intense stares.
Still, I lifted my chin and ignored them.
Our Sports Professor, Coach Stein, as he was often called, clapped his hands loudly. "Alright, listen up! We’re playing Havoc Ball! You all know the rules—two teams, one goal. For this match, Axel, Xade, Kai, Dristan, and Isla would sit out. You will be my referee, Isla."
Isla smiled and nodded.
"The ball must be taken from the center and brought to your team’s base. Anything goes. Use your skills, your wolves, and your instincts. The first team to three points wins. No killing each other."
A few students groaned at the last part, but I shook my head. I knew a few of them would be willing to fight head-on, but if they were sensible, they’d better not.
"Huddle up!" Isla called, and the students split into their teams.
As my luck would have it, I was on the sa team as Brielle and her cheer squad. I tensed. I already knew they’d try sothing.
Brielle gave a fake smile as we gathered. "Try not to slow us down, Nightshade."
I smirked. "Try not to break a nail, princess. It just might bleed."
Her eye twitched.
Coach Stein blew the whistle, and the ga started.
Bodies crashed into each other as everyone lunged toward the centre where the ball had been thrown. I moved swiftly, dodging a tackle before sprinting forward.
Then it happened. Right as I was about to grab the ball, sothing hooked around my foot.
Brielle. I turned to look at her when I noticed the pull of the corner of her lips upward in a smirk as she yanked her foot back, sending tumbling forward.
The mont I hit the ground, I felt a splash of cold liquid drenching . Gasps and laughter filled the air. I sat up, feeling the sticky wetness drip down my tank top and shorts.
A cup of juice. My jaw clenched so hard that my anger beca visible in my eyes.
Laughter rang out behind . "Oops," Brielle said mockingly, covering her mouth as if she actually cared. "You should really watch where you’re going, Valerie."
I turned my head slightly, spotting one of Brielle’s friends keeping Coach Stein occupied.
Smart. They had planned for this.
The laughter from Brielle’s group grew louder. "Look at her," one of them sneered. "Desperate for attention."
"She probably dressed like that to seduce the Alpha Kings," another one said with a fake pout, while her overall yellow ensemble almost blinded in the sun.
"Slutty much?" Brielle added, tossing her pink-coloured hair.
The anger inside coiled, but I forced myself to remain calm.
Brielle smirked and suddenly yanked to my feet, pulling toward the juice dispenser. "Since you’re already wet, how about we help you wash off, hmm?"
They laughed, dragging closer. From the corner of my eyes, I caught movent from the bleachers.
I noticed Axel stand up, clenching his fist. Xade followed suit, muttering words I couldn’t hear due to these loud mouths around , but before they could take a step, Kai and Dristan’s hands shot out, stopping them.
"Let her handle it," Dristan declared. "If she could not hold her own against this bunch, then how could she possibly hope to stand with either of us?"
Still, Axel gritted his teeth and sat back down. Xade, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes on the scene.
I wanted to scream out their nas and curse at them because this whole shit was because of them. One word or growl and everyone would rethink their useless plans, but Dristan was right. I did not need help. I could handle this much.
Brielle reached for my hair, a pretty bad move she had made. Before she could touch , I grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back.
She yelped, and the laughter stopped.
I glanced around. Isla and Astraea were rushing toward , but I shook my head slightly.
I didn’t need help.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Erald rushing toward Coach Stein, I was about to signal her to stop too, when I noticed she had distracted him just as he was about to turn.
I smirked.
My grip around Brielle’s wrist tightened even more, leaving her in pain. Then, with a single shove, I sent Brielle stumbling forward right into the juice dispenser.
The entire container tipped, dumping its contents all over her.
Gasps filled the air as she shrieked, and the remaining content splashed on her squad of coloured bitches. Imdiately, she rolled over and tried to get up but knocked down her friends like so freak cannonball as they all fell on the spilt drinks, dragging at each other for support.
Before she could react, I grabbed her by the collar and yanked her face close to , letting Astra’s aura out in full force.
"This is my first and last warning," I whispered, my voice low enough that only she could hear. "Cross again, and I will make it your last. I will ruin you."
I released her, and she staggered back, humiliated. Her friends moved to help her, but I was already walking away.
The entire field was silent, everyone watching with wide eyes. From the corner of my eyes, I watched as Erald gasped loudly. "Coach Stein."
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