She continued, “As I mentioned before, this school operates on a strict hierarchy, and whether you’re human or werewolf, we form packs in our houses out of necessity. The four most powerful alphas rule this place, and it’s only natural that everyone else falls in line,” she paused, casting a cautionary glance at Violet. “That includes you.”
Violet sighed. Just how many rules does this place have?
Mary told her, “Also, West House is run by Alpha Asher Nightshade.”
“Asher Nightshade?” Violet repeated, curious. Who was he? His name sounded interesting.
“Don’t worry,” Mary cut in before Violet could fire off more questions. “Everything you need to know is stored in that phone of yours. Plus, I’m sure your roommates will fill in the rest.”
Mary gestured casually as she spoke, “That’s the laundry room over there. We also have a house prefect, a non-academic staff member appointed by the school to monitor our activities and make sure we follow dorm rules. But, honestly, they’re pretty much useless when the alphas get involved. So don’t worry, no one’s going to stop you from sneaking out to a midnight party.” she said mischievously.
Violet rolled her eyes. For a school that supposedly prioritizes academics, they sure seem to have a lot of downtime for extracurricular activities, she thought wryly.
As they started ascending the stairs, which likely led to her floor, Mary continued her chatter. “The female dorms are on the first and second floors, while the males take the third and fourth. Oh, and by the way, Alpha Asher and his inner circle of minor alphas with their betas live on the top floor. So, you know where to go if you ever need someone to… scratch your itch,” she teased with a wink.
Violet groaned audibly, burying her face in her palm. Does every single thing that comes out of this girl’s mouth have to be about sex?
Mary burst into laughter, clearly enjoying how easily she could get a rise out of her as they passed through the busy hall. With classes over, the hallways were packed with students, and Violet could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on her. She brushed it off, walking confidently, refusing to let their stares get under her skin.
Finally, Mary stopped in front of a door. “Here it is. Room 104. And with that, I conclude the grand tour, madame!” She finished with a dramatic bow, sweeping her arm out in a theatrical flourish.
A smile crept onto Violet’s face despite her best efforts to resist. Mary was like an annoying itch that refused to go away, yet somehow, she was starting to grow on her.
This had been the best tour she’d ever experienced, and Mary was undoubtedly the perfect student to lead it. Among the students she had seen so far, Violet had a feeling Mary was about the nicest person she would encounter here.
Violet didn’t do hugs, so she said sincerely, “Thank you.”
But Mary was the complete opposite. Before Violet could even react, she was swept into a lung-crushing embrace.
Violet gasped, struggling to breathe. How was this girl so strong?
As if the horror of the unexpected hug wasn’t enough, Mary began to cry. “This is always the hardest part of the tour-saying goodbye after the wonderful time we’ve spent together.”
Violet opened her mouth to argue that they had literally just met an hour ago, hardly enough time to forge any real bond. But she couldn’t bring herself to hurt Mary’s feelings further, so she endured the agonizing seconds until the embrace finally ended.
Mary clasped Violet’s face, forcing her to look into her eyes as she spoke fiercely, “Now you go out there and give them fire, as you promised. Under no circumstances should you break. I’ve saved my number in your phone, so call me whenever you need me.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I can handle myself. Violet thought inwardly, though she managed to offer Mary a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yes, okay?”
Mary’s face lit up with a wide grin before she gently shoved Violet toward the door. “Now, go meet your roommates!”
Violet grabbed the doorknob and stepped inside, but Mary called out just as she was about to close the door. “Oh, wait! I forgot to tell you that Asher -” The door clicked shut, cutting off whatever Mary had to say.
Leaning against the door, Violet closed her eyes and took a deep breath, grounding herself. When she opened her eyes, the sight before her took her breath away.
The room was huge, far more luxurious than she had imagined. But her awe was quickly interrupted as three pairs of eyes locked onto her, and she found herself face-to-face with her new roommates.
“Fuck, it’s really her,” one of them said, disbelief etched in her voice.
Violet arched an eyebrow at the unexpected reaction. Why did it seem like everyone at this institution knew her?
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Violet had never truly considered Nancy’s trailer a home, and standing in this room made that painfully clear. She was left speechless by the sheer luxury surrounding her.
The expansive space boasted polished dark wooden floors that gleamed under the soft lighting. Four towering four-poster canopy beds, each fit for a princess, draped in crisp white sheets with plush pillows. Matching wardrobes and executive desks accompanied each bed, adding an air of sophistication.
Thankfully, the walls hadn’t been painted a garish Barbie pink, otherwise, Violet would have thrown up on the spot. Instead, a dreamy blend of pastel pinks, blues, and purples washed over the room, evoking the whimsical sweetness of cotton candy.
A cozy bookshelf stood by the far end, but the true crown jewel of the space was the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. At the sight of it, Violet nearly forgot any trespasses this school had committed against her. This was fucking paradise.
There was a door to the side, and Violet guessed it led to the bathroom. Mary had mentioned that while each room in the west house had its own private bathroom, there was also a coed communal one “just in case of emergencies.”
Violet had shuddered at the thought, unable to imagine what kind of emergency would drive her to use a coed bathroom.
This school scared her more than she wanted to admit. There seemed to be less focus on learning and more on… activities, if you caught her drift.
Thank God the rooms weren’t coed as well.
Violet couldn’t help but wonder, If the room was this grand, the bathroom would no doubt be just as luxurious. She was tempted to check it out immediately but reminded herself she’d see it soon enough when she bathed later. No need to get too excited just yet.
It wasn’t hard to find her bed-her roommates had already claimed the others, and her bag from earlier sat neatly on the unoccupied one. Violet set her satchel down and turned to face the trio, who were still staring at her, wide-eyed.
“Hi, I’m Violet. Also, could one of you tell me if there’s something on my back? Because all the staring is starting to creep me out,” she said, hands on her hips, meeting their gazes head-on.
A girl with short, choppy blonde hair suddenly hopped up from her bed and approached Violet. Her disarming smile caught Violet’s attention immediately, and she couldn’t help but notice the girl’s petite frame and high cheekbones. She looked more like a delicate fairy than a human.
“Hi, I’m Lila Meadows,” she introduced herself in a chirpy voice, extending her hand with far more enthusiasm than Violet expected. “It’s so nice to meet you, Violet Purple,” she added, as if they’d been friends for years.
Violet blinked, taken aback by the sudden familiarity. Before she could ask any questions, Lila had already thrown an arm around her, steering her towards the others. “And that’s Daisy Fairchild over there.”
“Hello,” the brunette greeted with a wave and a welcoming smile.
Daisy was strikingly pretty, with a subtle nerdy vibe, glasses perched on her nose and a textbook clutched in her hand.
“And the grumpy one over there is Ivy Sinclair,” Lila said, pointing to another blonde whose face seemed permanently fixed in a scowl.
Ivy was stunning, with long, wavy blonde hair that framed her heart-shaped face, piercing blue eyes, and plump lips. Her hourglass figure was enviable, the kind many women would dream of having. Yet, there was an undeniable air of arrogance around her, the kind that only seemed to come naturally to aristocrats.
When their eyes met, Violet instantly sensed the disdain in Ivy’s gaze. It was clear that this girl didn’t like her. And Violet’s instincts had never been wrong. Ivy made no effort to introduce herself, instead returning to her phone, typing as though Violet wasn’t even worth her attention.
Lila, however, wasn’t fazed in the slightest. She cheerfully said, “Don’t mind Ivy. She’s standoffish at first, but when you get to know her, she’s all sugar and spice.”
Ivy glared from her spot on the bed. “Shut up, Lila,” she snapped, her tone dripping with annoyance.
Lila rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Ivy’s scowl. She leaned in even closer to Violet, her voice far from subtle as she announced. “Ivy’s just jealous of you.”
“Lila!” Ivy practically screamed this time, sitting up with fire blazing in her blue eyes. “I said shut that loud mouth of yours!”
Lila chuckled at Ivy’s frustration, but Violet was frowning, her curiosity now gnawing at her.
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