The Alpha's Luna Is The Hidden Vampire Heiress

Rumors

(Kyle)

I saw Jousett walk into the cafeteria looking exhausted, but I also noticed that her scent had changed. It was still Jasmine and lemongrass, but she no longer smelled human. She smelled more like a vampire. I walked towards the cafeteria and enter. I looked around until I saw her in the line to pay for her things.

“That will be two dollars and fifty cents” the lunch lady said. My mate looked at the lunch lady confused then looked at her food and paid. She looked at me and I got closer to her. I couldn’t help but sniff her.

‘Yeah, she’s a vampire, but she didn’t smell like this yesterday’ I told my wolf.

‘It could be magic, but her mom smelled human and I didn’t noticed any magic around their house’ my wolf said.

‘Me either’ I tell him. I talked to her for a little and I was touched when she handed me her chocolate coffee. I was going to pay her for it, but she refused. My Beta Asher walks in and walks towards me.

“Alpha, everyone is worried about the new… scent” Asher whispered in my ear and I nod.

“I’ll see you in class, Jousett” I told my mate and she nodded her head and I swear I saw a bit of disappointment in her eyes. I walked away but not before looking back at her as she sat down. I walked towards the teachers launch. Everyone bows their heads as I walk in. Asher closes the door.

“My Beta tells me you’re all worried about the new… scent” I said as I looked around.

“Yes, Alpha. We only have a hand full of vampires. How is it that someone who smelled like a human just a day ago now smells like a vampire?” Angelo, one of the teachers asked.

“I’m looking into it but I assure you that Jousett means no harm. I have looked into everything from her last school and she has never been in any trouble and her teachers never had a problem with her” I said to the faculty.

“So we just have to leave her here?” Betty, another teacher asks.

“Yes, she’s staying. Beta Asher will be watching Jousett from afar. If there’s any problems Beta Asher will let me know and I will deal with it” I said. I could tell they didn’t like it, but they still nodded.

“Alright, everyone get back to work,” I said. The rest of the day continued to go by, and I could hear the rumors about my mate going around. Time came for my mate’s class to be here. I caught her scent and my head snapped towards her. She walked towards her spot and sat down, but I could tell she was a bit annoyed. I walked towards her and I could see her visibly relax as I got closer to her.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked.

“Just… adjusting still,” she said, but I knew she was lying.

‘She doesn’t know how to lie. I think it's cute’ my wolf said.

‘I think so too,’ I agreed with my wolf. I stood up to get back to the class, but she grabbed my hand, making the sparks shoot up my arm. I looked at her as she looked at our hands.

“Have you heard about what the students are whispering about?” she asked lowly.

“No, I haven’t” I lied. Of course I had heard the rumors, but I need to make sure that she trusts me, this way I can find out what is going on.

“What are they saying?” I asked.

“I don’t know. They look at me weirdly and whisper as they look at me. But they are making sire not to say anything around me” she said lowly. If it hadn’t been for my heightened senses I wouldn’t had been able to hear her.

“Don’t let people like that get to you. You’re new here and that’s probably why they are acting like that. They are just being teenagers and ignorant” I said and gently touched her chin.

“Alright everyone. Let’s start stretching. We’re playing soccer today” I announced. I watched everyone stretched and my eyes continued to go to my mate. I can’t help but admire how flexible she is. After everyone finished stretching we headed outside.

“Mr. Kyle, I don’t want to play soccer. Is it okay if I run laps around the field instead?” Jousett asked. I looked around and I could still see the other students looking at her and murmuring.

“Go ahead” I told her. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling field where students eagerly gathered, ready to pick their teams for the game of soccer. The air was filled with a mixture of chatter, laughter, and the occasional shouts of enthusiasm. I stood on the sidelines, observing the scene with a keen eye. My attention was divided - partly on the students as they strategized and debated about who should be on which team, and partly on Jousett, who was running laps around the field with relentless determination or maybe just trying to drown out everything in her mind.

My mate's movements were steady and purposeful. Her legs moved in a rhythmic cadence, each lap a testament to her dedication and stamina. I kept a close watch on her, noting how she maintained a consistent pace, sweat glistening on her brow as she pushed herself. There was something inspiring about her focus, about the way she refused to slow down, even as the other students began to settle into their team selections and game preparations. I found myself more drawn to her silent effort than to the lively chaos unfolding on the field.

Meanwhile, the students were busy forming teams, calling out names, and shuffling around to find the best fits. Some were more vocal, rallying their friends, while others hesitated, unsure of whom to pick. I encouraged them from the sidelines, reminding them to be fair and to think about how they could work together as a team.

“Pass the ball,” I called out at one point, catching a moment where a student was trying to dribble past two opponents.

“Look for your teammate - there’s always someone open!” I shouted so they could hear me. My voice was steady and encouraging, trying to foster a sense of teamwork and sportsmanship. I emphasized the importance of passing, of sharing the ball, and of working together to score.

“Remember, a good pass can set up an easy goal,” I added, watching as some students nodded and others struggled to coordinate their movements. I wanted them to understand that soccer wasn’t just about individual skills but about collaboration, trust, and strategy. While I was speaking to the students, my gaze kept flickering back to Jousett. She was now on her third lap, her breathing steady but deliberate. Her face was set in a look of concentration, and I could see the determination in her eyes. She wasn’t just running laps; she was pushing herself, perhaps preparing for the game or simply trying to improve her endurance. I admired that quiet dedication - something that often went unnoticed amid the chaos of team selection and game tactics.

As the students started to organize themselves into teams, I made sure to walk around, offering tips and encouragement. I praised those who passed the ball well, reminding others to follow suit.

“Good pass! Keep it up,” I said to a student who had just set up a teammate for a shot on goal. Their faces lit up with a mixture of pride and motivation. I emphasized that scoring was important, but so was playing as a team.

“Work together, communicate, and you’ll find yourself scoring more often,” I told them, watching their eyes light up with newfound confidence.

Throughout all of this, Jousett’s relentless running served as a quiet backdrop - a symbol of perseverance. Her endurance was contagious, inspiring me to keep my focus on both the game’s strategy and the individual effort behind it. I wondered whether she was aware of how her dedication was inspiring others, or if she was simply lost in her own rhythm. Either way, I felt a sense of respect for her discipline. I noticed her stop and look towards the woods. I walked towards her placing a hand on her shoulder making her jump. I pulled my hand away.

“Is everything okay?” I asked her.

“Y-yes” she lied and added, “I thought…” she looked towards the woods again.

“I thought I smelled something,” she said lowly.

“What did you smell?” I asked, sniffing the air and catching an unknown scent.

“It smelled… I don’t know… maybe like iron, something sweet, but also like something that’s dead,” she said truthfully. I looked at where she was looking but then placed a hand on her shoulder again.

“Go ahead and go back to the rest of the class,” I said, and I mind linked some warriors to come check it out.

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