It grated on her nerves, and she whirled around, snapping, “What is it?! Haven’t I told you to leave me alone, or don’t you understand how to respect people’s feelings?”
Lila gulped. “I have the same class as you.”
“Oh.” Realization dawned on Violet, and she suddenly felt foolish, her cheeks warming with embarrassment. Without another word, she turned and continued walking.
Although Violet was angry at Lila, it was more about transferring her aggression; unfortunately, Lila was on the receiving end of it given Violet’s already miserable day.
Violet could not forget the horrified looks on the faces of her roommates. She had been moaning in her dream. A huge fat thanks to Asher. Her roommates knew that as well because she had called out his name, or rather names.
Violet could not forget the unexpected Alpha who had made a guest appearance. Seeing Roman in her sex dream was all the convincing needed that she was losing her mind. Of all the Alphas, that was the least one she was interested in.
Violet had no choice but to apologize. Unlike Ivy who looked smug and might taunt her with that experience for the rest of her life, Daisy, the smart one, said, “I honestly hope whatever twisted game you’re playing with Ashers that you don’t get us involved in it.”
Violet had been close to promising that nothing of that nature would happen only to recall yesterday’s incident where Asher had compelled them to sleep, plus the part he threatened to make Lila jump out the window from the second floor.
At once the words had gotten stuck in her throat like a thick lump. It had not dawned on Violet other than that moment how she was putting her teammates in danger by associating with the mad man Asher. How she was making them collateral damage.
Swallowing hard, Violet lied. “Don’t worry, nothing like that will happen.”
But Violet knew Asher well enough to realize that last night was just the beginning. And it seems it has begun already.
Violet felt inexplicably aroused.
Initially, she attributed it to the remnants of her steamy dream and thus, stayed in the showers for hours – and missed breakfast – hoping the cold water would quell the sensations. It had seemed effective at first, but the feeling had returned with a vengeance.
Violet could not exactly explain it but she was hot and bothered in places she couldn’t be. Like there was an itch beneath her skin that she wanted to claw at so badly.
Worst of all, the throbbing between her legs pulsed incessantly. If it wasn’t for the fact she hadn’t eaten anything, Violet would have thought someone drugged her or something.
Violet eagerly walked toward the Calculus & Applied Mathematics class for one reason: Asher was there. She had found out on her moonfeed. Apparently, even with his psychopathic tendencies, the Alpha was still popular, and some girls had been arguing about sitting close to him.
She would go in there, drag him out of class, and force the bastard to undo whatever he had done to her. Violet clenched her fists, determined.
Lila had not said anything since then, quietly following her. Violet knew Lila wouldn’t stay angry at her forever, but for now, she’d be stern and let her learn her lesson.
It wasn’t long before Violet reached the class and walked in. She stood at the entrance, scanning for signs of Asher-only he wasn’t there.
Her brows furrowed instantly. Where was the bastard? Perhaps he was running late. But Alaric wasn’t. Violet spotted the usually aloof Alpha sitting by the window, staring outside, immersed in whatever had caught his attention.
The next moment, he turned, sensing her gaze. Their eyes met and held. The icy sharpness in his stare remained, but unlike before, it didn’t linger. Instead, his expression flickered with something akin to familiarity, taking her aback.
“Please take a seat, everybody,” the Calculus teacher announced, stepping into the room, and Violet realized she had been standing there longer than intended.
She wasn’t foolish enough to sit beside Alaric again, knowing she’d end up on the Oracle’s gossip page. However, to her shock, when she tried to take a seat, a student slipped into it at the last moment and said, “Sorry, that’s mine.”
Without hesitation, Violet moved to the next available seat, but another student occupied it just as she reached for it. “Sorry, that’s mine, too,” they said with a pointed look.
This time, Violet didn’t need further confirmation. Something was definitely up. Her suspicions were confirmed when she spotted yet another empty seat, only for a girl to take it just as Violet approached, flashing her an unapologetic smile. “Sorry, that’s mine, too.”
Snickers rippled through the classroom, and it finally hit Violet that this was a setup. If her hunch was right, the culprit was none other than the cute but devious prince, Alaric.
With no other choice, Violet strode to the only seat left-the one beside him. She sat down without a word, her resolve steely.
“Hello, Violet.”
“Hello, Violet.”
Violet’s head snapped toward the source, her brows raised in stunned disbelief. Was Alaric Storm, the infamous, aloof lightning prince, talking to her? For a moment she sat still, as if unable to believe it.
Then, in an exaggerated move, Violet turned her head to the left, then the right, pretending to check if he was addressing someone else. Her movements intentional, the sarcasm practically dripping from her expression.
Alaric, unimpressed by her theatrics, leaned slightly forward and said dryly, “You do know you’re the only one named Violet in this class, right?”
Violet’s lips curled into a taunting smile, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, look. The icy prince is finally talking to me. Should I be honored?”
Alaric sighed, clearly regretting his decision to engage. “You’re really being dramatic right now.”
But Violet wasn’t about to let it go. If anything, his exasperation showed she was spurred on.
Her voice dripped with faux sweetness. “And hey, he’s all nice today, unlike yesterday when he took credit for all the work I did. How charming.”
Alaric’s jaw tightened, his patience visibly thinning. “Alright, enough!” he snapped, reaching out instinctively and grabbing her hand.
The room seemed to still for a second as he realized what he’d done. Alaric let go abruptly but he calmed almost immediately when his gloved hand came into view. The black leather remained firmly in place, meaning he was protected. Or rather, she.
Violet noticed the move, her sharp gaze catching the way his gloved hand twitched slightly before he let it rest on his lap. She said nothing, but the glint in her eye spoke volumes. It seems the icy prince was afraid of his own touch. Perhaps, he couldn’t control it after all.
Satisfied with her silent observation, Violet turned back to the board, pretending to focus on the teacher who had just begun writing the day’s topic with her electronic pen.
But Alaric wasn’t done. His voice softened, almost as if he were trying to disarm her. “I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I want to make things right.”
Violet blinked in surprise, thrown off by his sudden change in demeanor. Before she could respond, he stretched out his hand, the black leather glove stark against the color of his pale skin.
“My name is Alaric Storm,” he said formally, his blue eyes locked onto hers. “And you are?”
The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard, and for a moment, she wondered what game he was playing.
The lightning prince doesn’t make small talk, let alone with humans, she thought warily.
Her instincts screamed trap.But Violet had learned long ago to play the game when necessary. After all, the best way to deal with an enemy was to keep them close.
“Violet Purple,” she said smoothly, reaching out to shake his hand. The moment their hands met, however, a faint crackle of electricity sparked between them.
She gasped softly, pulling her hand back as if burned. Alaric, too, seemed startled, his gaze darting down to his gloves. His brows furrowed in deep scrutiny at once, as if questioning whether the gloves failed him.
Violet rubbed her hand against her leg, masking her unease with a smirk. “Well, Alaric Storm, that was… shocking,” she quipped, turning back to the board.
Alaric didn’t reply, his attention still fixed on his gloved hand. Whatever had just happened, it left him as unsettled as it had her.
“Today, we will dive into the concept of limits and their application in understanding derivatives.” the teacher, Mrs. Anita had begun her lessons already, underlining the word “Limits” on the board with her electronic pen.
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