CHAPTER SEVEN
865 Words
Whitney’s POV
The bell rang, class dismissed, and students filtered out of the hall. I stood up, gathered my things, and left with Karen—who immediately started dragging me down the hallway.
“Let’s go to the cafeteria,” she said.
“I’m starving,” she added, still pulling me along.
I didn’t resist. The girl was ridiculously fast.
We finally reached the cafeteria, grabbed some food, and settled at one of the tables.
“So,” Karen said, stuffing her mouth with food, “how did you get the scholarship?”
“I applied,” I replied, doing the same. “My grades from my previous school were good, so I guess that helped.”
“That’s strange,” she said thoughtfully. “I don’t think this school offers scholarships to new students. That’s why I asked.”
She looked at me with open admiration.
“You must be a genius if they gave it to you willingly.”
Then she asked the question I had been dreading.
“Where did you attend high school and elementary school?”
I instantly choked on my food, coughing violently. Karen grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me.
“Are you okay?” she asked, worried.
“Yeah—I’m fine,” I croaked.
I was already calling on Roxy to save me. There was no way I was telling my human friend that I attended a school for royal supernaturals.
But the universe apparently had other plans.
A loud bang echoed through the cafeteria doors. The chatter died instantly, like the Moon Goddess herself had passed through. I looked up.
A tall, pale, skinny girl stood at the entrance. Two others followed behind her—clearly her minions, judging by how silently and stupidly they trailed her.
I turned back to my food, preparing to answer Karen, when a sudden gust brushed past me.
The next thing I knew, soda was all over my clothes.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” the girl shrieked. “You dare speak before I allow it?”
“Give the word and I’ll rip her apart,” Roxy growled in my head.
“Stand down,” I replied calmly. “We’re not in Father’s castle.”
I looked up slowly at the self-proclaimed queen and her smirking followers.
“What the f**k?” I said flatly.
“What gives you the right to waste a perfectly good bottle of soda?” I added, ignoring the mess on my clothes.
Thank the Moon Goddess I hadn’t worn my favorite white crop top.
“I’m Riley,” she said proudly. “Queen of this school. No one speaks unless I say so.”
“Oh?” I tilted my head. “Who did you say you were again?”
“Riley. Riley f*****g Thompson.”
The name sounded familiar, but I ignored it.
“Okay… railway or whatever—”
Her hand connected with my face in a sharp slap.
I touched my burning cheek, then returned the favor—channeling barely a fraction of my Alpha strength.
She hit the floor instantly, red-faced and stunned.
Impressive, really. My handprint looked great on her ugly face.
I’d never been insulted or assaulted under my father’s care, and it wasn’t starting today.
I approached her slowly as she scrambled backward. I squatted, grabbed her top, and poured the rest of the soda down her shirt.
“Now take your cheap attitude and fake brands out of this cafeteria,” I said coolly, “so the rest of us can enjoy our meal, you baboon.”
She scrambled to her feet, screaming a broken, “You’ll regret this!” as her minions followed.
“Nice work,” Roxy said proudly. “I love being stuck in your head.”
I returned to my seat to find Karen frozen in horror.
“What did you just do?” she whispered.
“Restored peace,” I said calmly, picking up my fork. “Now eat.”
A few minutes passed. People stared like I’d just solved impossible math.
Then applause broke out—unnecessary, but satisfying.
Soon the cafeteria returned to its usual buzz.
Later
“Who the hell went into my room?!” I yelled, storming out of the elevator into the hotel lobby.
“I want to know who—and how—that person got in!”
“Let me tear them apart when we find them,” Roxy snarled.
The staff scrambled. Guards locked the hotel down, checking everything. Apparently, no one wanted a serial killer incident on their record.
I stood with my arms crossed, demanding to see someone in charge.
Then it hit me.
Salt and silver.
“…Mate,” Roxy whispered.
I froze.
Then he walked toward me.
The professor?
No—wait.
There was a tattoo on the side of his neck.
And then it clicked.
Twins.
I had two mates.
I did a mental backflip while forcing myself to look annoyed. I turned—and bumped straight into him.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice deep and commanding.
I looked up, heart racing.
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