Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

abomination.

Emily’s pov

Was no one coming? I wouldn’t be surprised if they said it was because I was a woman. Ugh, I rolled my eyes. When would their double standards disappear? They let us fight alongside them during the war, and now, when it's over, they take it back, claiming it’s for our own good? To preserve the she-wolf species? What a load of crap. How would they feel if they were subjected to all this nonsense?

As I stood waiting, a group of male students jogged through the courtyard, their voices booming through the open space. One of them glanced at me and made a crude joke. “Who requested a booty call from the brothel?” he laughed, nudging his friends. “And asked her to play dress-up too? What’s next, a private show?”

I ignored them, keeping my gaze fixed ahead. There was no point in responding. But the comments didn’t stop. Another one snickered. “Oh no, she’s not from the brothel, brothers,” he said, smirking. “Who would dare request such a woman from the brothel when she’s the one who accused the whole school of being murderers?”

The words stung, even though I didn’t show it. They were talking about the rumors that had spread after I accused the academy of being involved in my brother’s death. How I’d suggested that the killers might be among them. It wasn’t something I’d wanted to spread, but it had already spread like wildfire. And, of course, these boys were offended. To them, I was the outsider. I was the one insulting their pride.

But I didn’t flinch. The seed of hatred was already planted. I wasn’t going to be welcomed here.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an instructor nearby, watching the scene unfold. Without a word, I walked over to him, my voice sharp as I asked, “Sir, you’re just going to stand by and let them bully a new student?”

The instructor barely glanced at me, arms folded across his chest. “The boys have the right to their opinions,” he said dismissively. “And a woman here is an abomination, a taint to our sacred grounds. I’m not getting involved.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from snapping. Of course, a woman would be seen as an abomination here. It wasn’t new to me.

The boys’ taunts grew louder, now directed at Reo, who was carrying my luggage. One of them scoffed. “Didn’t she want to join a boys’ academy?” he sneered. “Then why’s she relying on a male servant to carry her stuff?”

That was the last straw. I turned to Reo, my voice firm. “Leave it. I’ll carry it myself.”

Reo hesitated, but I didn’t wait for him to argue. I grabbed the rest of the bags and slung them over my shoulder. Their eyes followed me, and for a moment, the courtyard was silent. The weight of their stares felt like a thousand pounds, but I kept walking, ignoring their whispers.

One of them muttered, “What a scene. I wonder if she’ll go to our shared baths next.” More snickers.

I didn’t let it faze me. I kept walking, heading toward the dorms.

Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of boots striking the stone ground. I turned and saw Prince Damien, my fiancé, striding toward me, his face a storm of anger.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice cutting through the air. “This is embarrassing. You’re acting like a man. You’re shaming me in front of the academy.”

I stopped in my tracks, the weight of the bags still heavy on my shoulders. His words hit me like a slap. “Why should I care?” I snapped, my voice dripping with bitterness. “You’re embarrassed by me carrying my own things, but you’re not embarrassed by your little affairs with the women from the brothel? Tsk—so much for these sacred academy grounds. What a load of bullshit.”

His face went white, and I saw the instructor behind him stiffen. But I wasn’t backing down. If they could throw insults so could I.