In my opinion, they shouldn't exist.
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Xander’s pov
Tristen’s voice was steady, but there was a hint of concern. “She’s a she-wolf, turning 18 soon. Mateless, unmarked, and an alpha. Rare, very rare for a she-wolf—most are omegas.” He glanced at me. “Her hair is a pale blonde, and her eyes, a striking emerald green, almost unnatural against her pale skin. She looks like she just stepped out of a dollhouse. Honestly, what is she doing here?”
My thoughts exactly!
A mateless, unmarked she-wolf? And she’s going to be sprouting around in a sea of alpha wolves who don’t think beyond their own d*cks? She actually decided to come here? What the hell is she thinking?
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to suppress my anger. “Is her father sane for letting her come here? Is the alpha king out of his mind?” My mind raced. And now I’m supposed to protect a brat like that?
“Send her back,” I said firmly, locking eyes with Tristen.
Tristen shook his head, his face hardening with resolve. “Look out the window.”
I crossed the room without another word. The last floor of Jaden Tower, where the headmaster and teaching staff were stationed, was quiet and still. But I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the comfort of my surroundings right now. I walked to the window and peered down into the courtyard.
There, standing alone, was a tiny figure in the academy uniform—the blue, red, and black colors clinging to her like they were never meant for anyone but her. The uniform complemented her pale skin, and she leaned against her luggage like she was waiting for someone.
I frowned. “Didn’t they assign a welcome group to her?”
“Probably,” Tristen replied. “But with the egotists here, who’s going to be bothered to welcome a woman to the academy? Even the headmaster didn’t hide his displeasure when this was announced.”
I clenched my jaw, irritation bubbling to the surface. He had a point. The academy was divided into a line between their gender and ours, a line I was used to—preferred, even. Their gender was clingy, entitled. They didn’t know how to survive out in the wilds, to fight off rogues, or go on weeks-long missions without the luxury of food. And yet, they had the audacity to exist. To be here, in a place like this, surrounded by wolves like us.
“If it were up to me,” I muttered, “their gender wouldn’t exist at all.” The words stung, and I thought about the fight I had once had with Johnathan. He probably left me with this mess—left me with her, to drive me insane.
Sighing, I pushed off from the window frame. Just as I did, a group of guys appeared in the courtyard, approaching her. The smirks on their faces were all too familiar— the remarks they were making, vile and condescending.
“Should I go down there?” Tristen asked, his voice laced with concern.
I shrugged. “She said she could handle it, right?” I quoted her words exactly from the report she submitted. She doesn’t want to be coddled, doesn’t want to be pampered. She’s not here for a vacation. She’s here to investigate a murder. If the boys knew what she wrote, they wouldn’t be making such small comments.
Tristen sighed. “You’re being cruel, Xander.”
“How is it cruel when I’m giving her exactly what she asked for?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “She asked to be left alone to her own matters.”
Then i heard it, with my wolf senses—a voice cutting through the courtyard. “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.”
My lips twitched into a slight smile. She’s interesting.
I grinned, glancing at Tristen. “Hear that? Sounds like she’s got her sh*t sorted.”
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