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Chapter 199
~Author’s POV~
"Good. Keep your eyes peeled, especially on Valerie. I want a full record of her magical vitals, output, mood swings, everything. She’s central to this—whether she knows it or not."
Ms. Heart lowered her head in silent agreent and exited the office.
The mont the door shut behind her, Principal Whitmore let out a long breath. Her posture slumped for the first ti in hours as she moved toward her desk and sank into the leather chair behind it.
Her eyes fell to the golden naplate on the desk.
Zoey Whitmore, Headmistress of Prestige Supernatural Academy
She ran a hand slowly over the tal plate, her thoughts spiraling.
Suddenly, unbidden, her mory drifted back to years ago, when she was still a junior teacher.
The day she overheard a whispered conversation behind closed doors.
A baby. A bloodline hidden. A prophecy spoken in hushed tones.
She never forgot the voice speaking, Zara Zephyr and even though she still believed she was right, she could also be mistaken.
Although the prophecy and the words spoken that day seed scattered, she was now beginning to see aning in things.
’The first ever six-bond mates in history.... Is this prophecy or disaster waiting to happen?"
Whitmore’s eyes narrowed, a slow chill prickling her spine.
"What exactly is going on," she murmured to the empty room, "and who are you truly, Valerie Nightshade?"
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~Kieran’s POV~
Ever since that fateful day when my advances had been slapped—both figuratively and quite literally—against my face, I had kept my distance from most students.
It wasn’t entirely by choice.
After the incident, Principal Whitmore had summoned to her office, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. I had barely stepped through the door before she motioned toward the chair in front of her desk.
"Sit," she said in that cool, clipped tone she reserved for discipline cases.
I hadn’t even fully settled before she launched into it.
"You have stirred up enough trouble in this school to last the entire sester," she snapped, slamming her pen down on the desk. "But forcing yourself on Valerie Nightshade—that is where I draw the line."
I tried to keep calm. "I didn’t force anything. I was—"
"You tried to kiss her without consent. After she has six mates. And two more boys still hovering around her like moths to a fla." Her eyes narrowed. "You thought you could just... join the list?"
"I just wanted to court her," I said, jaw clenched.
"Court her?" she repeated, leaning back in disbelief. "Why not go ahead and suggest that every guy in PSA should try courting Valerie Nightshade? Maybe we should turn the entire campus into a queue for potential suitors!"
That stung.
"She’s mine," I growled before I could stop myself.
Principal Whitmore stood abruptly. "No, she is not. She belongs to no one—and especially not to you." Her tone was sharp and final.
"Let remind you, this is my school. My rules. I don’t tolerate possessiveness, obsession, or stalking. You’ve just earned yourself two weeks’ detention, plus another two weeks of community service. Maybe that’ll help you reflect on your behaviour."
The mory still burned in my chest. The embarrassnt. The fury. The way she had spoken to , like I was so obsessed boy who couldn’t take rejection.
But I wasn’t done. Not yet.
Despite the punishnt, despite the stares and whispers in the hallway, I knew one thing: if I wanted any shot at being seen in a better light again, I had to apologise to Valerie.
Genuinely and publicly.
But with Dristan, Riven, and the other heirs orbiting her like satellites around a planet, getting close to her now was nearly impossible.
So, I decided to try my last option.
After scribbling the final words of a handwritten letter and sealing it with wax, I turned to my right.
"Lucy," I called.
She stepped forward quietly, hands clasped in front of her. "Master?"
"Deliver this to Xade. Make sure he reads it. Not the other heirs, or even a friend, just him and I want him to call after."
Lucy didn’t argue, but her feet hesitated before she turned.
"Is this... about Valerie Nightshade?" she asked softly.
My jaw tensed as I t her gaze, my voice dark. "That’s not your concern. Do your job and get going."
She bowed quickly. "Apologies, Master," and turned on her heel to leave.
I waited.
And waited.
Thirty minutes crawled by with agonising slowness until finally, my phone buzzed on the side table.
I didn’t even look at the caller ID. I already knew.
"Speak," Xade’s deep, cold voice ca through.
"Do not forget we’re related, cousin. You don’t have to treat like I’m so stranger."
"You are a stranger," Xade shot back. "Especially after what you did to Valerie."
"I didn’t do anything," I said quickly, defensively.
"Right. Because people intervened, if I’d been there, I would’ve made you regret everything. You should thank the stars I wasn’t."
I clenched my jaw but bit back the urge to retaliate.
"Relax, relax. I’m sorry, okay?"
"Save it," Xade cut in sharply. "I shouldn’t be the one you’re apologizing to."
"Exactly why I called."
There was a pause. Then, a sharp exhale. "What?"
"I want to apologise to Valerie—and I need a way to do it."
"Not my problem."
The line went dead.
"Dammit," I muttered, staring at the disconnected call.
I redialed. No answer. I called again—still nothing.
On the third try, the call connected. But before I could speak, Xade’s voice cut in sharply, "If you don’t want to punch you through this phone, Kieran..."
"Just hear out," I said quickly. "Please."
Silence followed as Xade’s breathing becgan to slow.
Then a tired sigh. "You’ve got one minute."
"Thank you, it’s all I needed," I rushed. "Xade, I want to throw a party this weekend in Valerie’s honour. Public. Classy. I’ll apologise to her in front of everyone."
"She doesn’t care for show-offs."
"I know. But maybe... maybe if she hears it from , in front of everyone, she’ll know it’s genuine."
Xade didn’t respond.
"Please, just tell her. Ask her to co. Beg her, if you have to."
"Give one reason why I should help you out, Kieran?"
I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Because I know sothing that might help you win her."
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