The Exiled Luna and the Alpha’s Heir

CHAPTER 3

Detention

When the bell rang at four o’clock, my stomach dropped.

Detention.

I made my way to Mr. Thompson’s classroom, only to find Noah Sinclair already seated inside.

Of course he was.

For a moment, I had hoped he wouldn’t show up.

“Oh hey, little Miss rogue,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance as always.

“It’s bad enough I’m even here, let alone stuck with you because of you, so do me a favour and don’t even breathe in my direction,” I snapped, sitting as far away from him as possible.

He immediately slid his chair closer until he was right beside me.

I shot him a glare and moved even farther away just as Mr. Thompson walked in.

“I assume you two are familiar with detention rules by now,” he said flatly. “Just get on with your work and use the time wisely.”

I ended up in detention quite often. I wasn’t careless with schoolwork or intentionally rebellious, but I had a problem—I didn’t stay quiet when something didn’t feel right.

Whether it was unfair rules, pointless assignments, strict dress codes, or questionable teacher decisions, I spoke up. Loudly. Adults didn’t usually appreciate that, especially when it came with attitude.

Still, I meant well. I just wanted things to be fair.

Noah, on the other hand, didn’t care about any of that. As the Alpha’s son, his entire future had already been decided, and he acted like he was above everything because of it.

Mr. Thompson left the room briefly to collect test papers.

As soon as he was gone, I pulled out my history essay and tried to focus.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” Noah asked, poking me in the side.

“Personal space. And no.”

“Twenty-one dares?” he tried again, poking me once more.

“No,” I said sharply, smacking his hand away before he could do it again.

“Come on, Claire Bennett, relax a bit. Pretend I’m Lucas Hayes. Or maybe that’s worse, considering—”

“Say one more word and I swear I’ll punch you,” I cut him off.

He leaned back in his chair. “No need to get worked up. We both knew that whole relationship wasn’t going anywhere. So what happens when you find your mate, huh?”

I stood up, needing space before I actually lost my temper.

“On a scale of sixteen to seventy-two, how much would you hate marrying me?” he asked casually.

“108.”

“Picture it,” he continued with a grin. “Living with me. Sleeping next to me. Having pups with me. Spending your whole life with me.”

“I think I’d rather die,” I muttered, looking back at my essay.

“Anything worse than that?”

I paused. “No.”

“Perfect,” he said quietly, almost under his breath.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Can I finish my homework now?”

He smiled and reached into his pocket. “Fine. But take this.”

He pulled out a golden envelope.

“What is that?” I asked immediately.

“Just something about you and your brother being kicked off Silverridge territory if certain conditions aren’t met,” he said casually.

My entire body tensed.

I shot up. “Give it to me.”

He lifted it above his head, out of reach.

“Come to my house at eight, and you can have it.”

“There is no way I’m going anywhere near your house,” I snapped. “I’m going out anyway.”

His expression changed slightly, amused. “Lucas Hayes’ party?”

I gave him a look.

“Aww,” he teased. “Do you miss him?”

I didn’t respond, just smiled sarcastically.

“Fine. I’ll see you there then,” he said, grabbing his bag and heading out. “Don’t be late.”

“It’s only 4:05!” I shouted after him, but he just waved and kept walking.

A few moments later, Mr. Thompson returned.

“Where did Sinclair go?” he asked, looking down the hallway.

“He left,” I replied.

He sighed. “You can go too, Claire Bennett. Just don’t let him provoke you. Boys like him are trouble.”

Trouble? He was threatening to remove us from our territory.

“Yes, sir,” I said instead.

“Go home. I’m sure you’ve got plans for Friday night.”