They hurled them at her, each of their throws filled with anger and with the intention to hurt her.
However, she was not a quitter. Violet did her best to fight back, ducking and weaving, grabbing balls and throwing them as hard as she could.
She got a few hits in, enough to make some of them yelp in pain and her heart to leap in joy. But there were too many of them. It wasn’t long before Violet was overwhelmed.
The balls came at her from every direction, each one hitting her arms, her stomach, her back. Violet gritted her teeth against the pain, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out…
The only difference between her old school and Lunaris was that Jasmine and her lackeys fought dirty, but the elite students at Lunaris? They did so with finesse. Every jab was carefully thought out, every taunt cloaked in faux civility, and every act of cruelty served with a thin veneer of elegance.
To be honest, Violet had always thought of herself as fit but it seems she had been kidding herself all along. She was not prepared for this kind of punishment. But no matter how poor her efforts seemed now in the face of this challenge, it still was something compared to how the others were faring.
This was the sixth lap, and many humans had already fallen behind. If any species was thriving, it was undoubtedly the werewolves. They moved like they were born for this, their expressions barely showing any strain. Though sweat trickled down their faces, it seemed more like a sheen of triumph than any sign of fatigue.
As expected, some humans had collapsed along the way, giving up entirely. Violet had also considered it. The thought of just dropping to the ground and letting her sore body rest was too tempting to resist. The alphas could go fuck themselves for all she cared. But then, Violet was no quitter. Not to mention, Lila’s warning.
According to Lila’s words, the students who quit face the worst punishments
like cleaning the communal toilets and bathroom of all the dorm houses which was a nightmare no one wanted to be subjected to.
In one word, there were unspeakable things being done there and cleaning up was traumatizing. Lila didn’t need to explain further, Violet had understood already and that was enough reasons to motivate her to run further. Moreover, the humiliation, the degradation, the admission of failure. It wasn’t something Violet wanted to be subject to.
“You must run a lot!” Violet panted, glancing at Lila, who ran beside her with an easy rhythm. She seemed almost untouched by the brutal pace.
Lila flashed her a grin. “I love running,” she said, and as if fueled by those words, the petite blonde suddenly surged forward, her feet pounding the track as she left Violet behind.
Violet watched her go with a mix of awe and disbelief. That girl was something else.
But there was no time to waste, Violet focused on her own race. She pushed herself to keep going, each stride bringing her closer to the starting line, marking the beginning of the seventh lap.
And just as she crossed the line, Violet felt something cold splash her – something so cold that it stole her breath away. A gasp escaped her lips as icy water soaked her from head to toe, chilling her instantly.
“What the hell?” Violet whipped her head to the side, her eyes widening at the sight of Elsie Lancaster holding a hose, her lips curled into a smug smile. The pure-blooded she-wolf looked down at her, disdain etched across her perfect features.
It wasn’t just her. Several of the “fresh meats” were being greeted with the same treatment. It seemed the evil elite students – yes, they were evil – had upped their game, splashing cold water on the humans as they crossed the line, an extra hurdle to demoralize them further.
Asher and Roman were nowhere in sight, busy tormenting the students who lagged behind and probably having the time of their lives. It wouldn’t have surprised Violet if this little water stunt was part of their plan as well.
Violet stopped in her tracks, glaring up at Elsie. The werewolf raised an eyebrow, her expression showing a flicker of surprise at Violet’s defiance. But that surprise quickly vanished and was replaced by annoyance.
“What are you still standing here for, Purple Head? Move it!” She spoke with a condescending tone.
Every part of Violet screamed for her to deal with this bitchy she wolf. But it was not worth it, Violet told herself. Elsie was the Queenbee of not just their class but the entire school. Already Lunaris was proving to be a pain in the ass already, she couldn’t worsen her fate. However, that doesn’t mean she would let that go easily.
To everyone’s shock, Violet slipped her hand into her waistband, her fingers curling tightly. She then pulled it free and extended her arm, giving Elsie the middle finger. Not just any middle finger, but the most obnoxious, insult-laden middle finger she could muster.
Silence fell over the group of elite students, a few gasps echoing through the air. Violet saw their shocked faces, the wide eyes, the open mouths. All except one girl who laughed so much it made Elsie Lyka Lancaster, the pure-blooded she-wolf, go crimson with rage.
Knowing she had crossed a line and knowing Elsie wasn’t the kind to let things slide, Violet didn’t stick around to see what happened next. She turned and took off running, adrenaline pushing her forward.
She could feel Elsie’s burning gaze on her back, and Violet knew she had just made herself a permanent target. But for some reason, she didn’t care. Not today. Elsie Lancaster could hate her, she didn’t care considering the feeling was mutual.
Three more laps. Just three more laps and this hell would be over. Although Violet had no idea how she’d get through them, especially with Elsie gunning for her now.
“Get her!!!” The furious screams echoed all around as Violet reached the finish line once again, marking her eighth lap. Just two more laps, she reminded herself, panting heavily.
“Oh, God.” Violet barely had time to take in a sharp breath before torrents of freezing water struck her from multiple directions. The attack was like standing beneath a waterfall and getting beaten down by the furious pressure.
Just as she had feared, Elsie Lancaster had it out for her after that little stunt. And of course, Elsie didn’t wage her war alone.
The pureblooded she-wolf had rounded up her loyal supporters, who all turned their hoses on Violet, unleashing blasts of freezing water on her and completely ignoring the other runners.
Violet knew at that moment that the rest of the students must be thanking their gods right now for not being in her position. She was boring the brunt of it all.
Where in the world did they even get that many hoses? Yet that was the least of Violet’s worries at the moment as the streams of water hit her from every angle, leaving her disoriented.
She could barely see as her vision blurred by constant sprays of cold water, and her breath was ragged, interrupted by the choking sensation of water forcing its way into her nose. Her ears filled with a dull, oppressive pressure, muffling all surrounding sounds. The entire world was narrowed to just that icy, blinding flood.
But Violet fought through it. She pushed through the cold onslaught, her body burning with exhaustion but refusing to yield. She wasn’t going to let herself be defeated here, not like this and give Elsie the satisfaction.
Violet knew she was in for something much worse if she fell now. Elsie and her lackeys would probably drown her if given half the chance.
Finally, Violet managed to outrun them, stopping just long enough to catch her breath. She very much looked like a drowned rat with her hair stuck to her head in tangled, wet strands.
Her training gear clung to her like a second skin, dripping with water, the fabric outlining every curve. She shivered slightly, grateful at least for the bra she wore.
If she hadn’t, her nipples-which had pebbled from the cold-would be visibly outlined beneath the fabric. It would have been another humiliating disaster to add to this mess.
As if to confirm her fears, Violet heard an appreciative whistle coming from the elite sidelines. One of the werewolves had his eyes fixed on her, his gaze running shamelessly over her soaked figure. Violet’s stomach twisted in revulsion, and her jaw clenched.
Except that attention lasted for only mere seconds. A blur shot forward, and before Violet could blink, Asher barreled straight into the whistling werewolf, his fist connecting with the guy’s face in a brutal punch. The sound of the punch, a dull, sickening thud reverberated through the field and silenced everyone.
Some of the other werewolves who had been eager to follow in the unlucky guy’s footsteps quickly abandoned the thought, stepping back as Asher’s punch landed a second time. It seemed the psycho Asher had his eyes on the new meat named Violet, considering this was the second time he’d fought her battle in one day.
What the…? Violet was dumbfounded at the sight. What the hell was Asher doing? He couldn’t just go around beating up every boy who looked at her the wrong way.
This was exactly the kind of attention she was trying to avoid. Now everyone was going to think they were together or something. So great!
“What do you think you’re staring at, asshole? Want me to pluck out those eyes and feed them to you?” Asher snarled, his voice brimming with fury.
“No, Alpha Asher!” the unlucky werewolf whimpered, his heart pounding in his chest.
“But you do have to admit, she’s quite a sight,” a voice said with a chuckle, and Violet found herself locking eyes with Roman Draven.
Just like the unfortunate werewolf, Roman also gave her body an appreciative once-over, but instead of Asher launching a flurry of punches at him, he merely growled a warning. Roman laughed in response, completely unfazed by Asher’s threat. So it seemed Lila had been right. Roman was the only Cardinal Alpha that Asher could tolerate.
Almost immediately, Violet’s eyes connected with Asher’s, and even with the glasses hiding them, she could sense the brewing storm behind them. There was something so intense and overwhelming about the way he looked at her, it made her stomach twist with a mix of fear and thrill. He excited and scared her if that even made any sense.
“What are you still waiting for, little purple?” Asher taunted, his tone dark and laced with something almost sinister. “Why aren’t you running yet? Or do you need me to chase you to motivate you?” The way he said it made shivers run down her spine.
Hell no!
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