Chapter seven

Author POV




The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the rejection that had just burst the bubbles of Alpha Frank's admirers. “Wow,” she had the nerve to embarrass the Alpha! The students whispered among themselves, their hushed conversations filled with excitement and intrigue as they watched the drama unfold at the festival.




As the news of Alpha Frank's rejection spread like wildfire, the festival buzzed with shock from the female werewolves. Whispers turned to gasps, and gasps turned to snickers.




Frank's face turned beet red with anger and embarrassment. He glared at the girl who had dared to reject him, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and humiliation. Meanwhile, Laura stood tall, her eyes gleaming with a quiet confidence that only came from knowing she had made a bold move.




Laura's gaze faltered, her mind reeling with fear as she felt the weight of Alpha Frank's glare bore into her.




“Laura, you didn't have to reject him in front of everyone!” Nora exclaimed, her voice laced with irritation and a sudden, startling hostility that left Laura stunned. Nora's outburst was accompanied by a shove, which sent Laura stumbling backward, her eyes wide with surprise and hurt."




"Let the poor girl be." A voice sneered from behind, its tone dripping with disdain. The crowd parted, making way for the speaker's dramatic entrance.




Laura's body was wracked with hot sweats and cold shivers, her eyes fixed on the ground as if willing to swallow her up. “Laura, the low-class viper,” Clara spat, her voice venomous and laced with malice, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.




Clara's eyes blazed with fierce intensity, her gaze pinning Laura to the spot. “Acknowledging that you didn't accept his proposal,” Clara said. “You're making a grave mistake, Laura. Alpha Frank is not a man to be trifled with. He will not be denied., but, anyway, it's a privilege well used.




"No,it's a privilege for a desperate female werewolf like you,' ' Clara said. ' It's not too late for Frank to come to his senses and make a quick and accurate decision, Laura said, her voice dripping with condescension.





“Look,” Laura pointed out, gesturing towards the alley where Frank was staring dejectedly at the floor, 'he's drowning in disappointment. Help him out instead,' Laura suggested, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm."




Clara's gaze followed Laura's pointed finger to where Frank stood, his shoulders slumping in defeat. For a moment, Clara's expression softened, a flicker of concern crossing her face. But it was quickly replaced by her usual haughty demeanor.




“Help him?” she repeated, her voice laced with disdain. “He's a grown man, capable of making his own decisions. If he's too blinded by his infatuation with you to see sense, that's not my problem.'"




The crowd held its collective breath as the two girls faced off. Laura's heart raced, her mind reeling with the sudden turn of events. She had never been one for confrontation, and Clara's venomous words stung like a slap in the face. But she refused to back down, her eyes flashing with a determination she never knew she had.




“Laura, let's get out of here; this place is toxic and unsupportive,” Valerie urged, grasping her friend's arm and pulling her away forcefully. Laura's gaze remained fixed on Frank and Clara, her eyes flashing a defiant message as she was dragged off.




“Fool!” Clara spat, her voice hoarse with anger. “Frank is mine and will always be mine!” she shouted after Laura, her eyes blazing with possessiveness as Valerie pulled Laura out of the festival grounds.




“Don't let her get to you, Laura,” Valerie said, her voice soft and reassuring. 'You deserve so much better than a man like Frank, who lets his pack dictate his every move.' Laura nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards her friend.




But as they walked further into the darkness, the silence between them grew thick with unspoken thoughts. Laura couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched and that Clara's eyes were still on her, boring into her skin like a cold, calculating gaze.




"'Valerie, are you sure we haven't been followed?' Laura asked, her voice low and urgent, her eyes scanning the darkness around them. Valerie rolled her eyes, her expression skeptical. “Come on, Laura, stop being paranoid and focus on something else. That assumption is way off base.”




Laura's intuition persisted, her senses on high alert as she quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched and that Clara's influence extended far beyond the festival grounds.




Thoughts of the confrontation continued to swirl in Laura's head, making it impossible for her to relax. She tossed and turned on her bed, her mind racing with emotions. She felt like a lonely outcast, rejected by Damian, and now I reject my mate the same way I was rejected.




"I need to escape this city and find somewhere better, somewhere I won't be rejected by another mate," Laura whispered to herself, her resolve growing. She swiftly got out of bed, trying to move silently to avoid waking Valerie, but her legs got tangled in the ladder chair, causing it to scrape loudly against the floor.




The sudden noise made Laura's heart skip a beat as she froze, holding her breath, hoping she hadn't disturbed her friend. After a tense moment, she continued packing her luggage with a newfound sense of determination, her movements swift and purposeful.




"Are you packing up?" Valerie's voice startled Laura, causing her to lose her balance and tumble onto a small fancy bag, almost getting tangled in it. "No!" Laura exclaimed, hastily rearranging her clothes and composing herself. "I'm not leaving school, Valerie. I just need to clear my head at my aunt's place for a bit," Laura explained, her voice husky with emotion.




Valerie's eyes, still heavy with sleep, struggled to focus and understand the situation. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and then slumped back into her pillow, sliding under the duvet, leaving Laura to her thoughts.