<h4>Chapter 29: Not Gay</h4>


    As soon as the teacher acknowledged ric’s hard work, he abruptly stood up, collected his belongings, and headed out. He didn’t so much as nce back or even exin his behavior – or better yet, offer an apology to her. Violet could only watch him leave with her teeth gritted, unable to follow him and draw attention to herself.


    The ss ended minutester, but when Violet stepped out, ric Storm was nowhere to be seen. So much for thinking he was different from the others. She should have trusted the saying: Birds of a feather flock together.


    Asher was a psychopath. Roman was an asshole, Griffin had violent tendencies, and the cute and innocent ric Storm was nothing but a good pretender.


    And the fact she had been attracted to all four of them on different levels on her first day at Lunaris – and perhaps still was – worried Violet greatly. Not just one but four of them? Seriously. Although she knew better than to make any move on any of them.


    All four of them were worshiped, and girls probably threw themselves at them whenever they appeared. Violet was not going to be just another girl on their body count. Whatever this strange feeling was, she would work on it and get rid of it.


    Perhaps it was because she hadn’t had sex yet? Call her old-fashioned, but she had been holding onto her virginity to give it to someone special. A fact her bullies from her old school had learned about and teased her continuously.


    Not that she had let the words get to her. It was her body, and she decided what to do with it. Not a few bullies who had slept their way through the entire school.


    However, at this point, Violet wondered if it was a wise decision to hold onto it, especially with her sex drive seemingly going into overdrive – she believed that was the cause. Being around so many hot werewolves must have contributed to it, having not been used to them in her old school.


    Perhaps she would find a nice, good-looking werewolf and give herself to him so that she could get over this crazy fascination with the four bastards.


    <i>If only Violet knew, she would need a lot of luck with that with a certain Alpha’s eyes on her. </i>


    Violet made her way through the crowd of students toward the female locker room, considering it was almost time for physical training.


    As expected, the female locker room was nothing short of luxurious, as though it belonged in an exclusive health club rather than a school.


    ’Space,’ a usual characteristic of Lunaris Academy’s rooms, was in abundance, while rows of glossy wooden lockers lined the walls, each bearing a namete that indicated the student it belonged to.


    The floor was made of polished tiles, and a softvender permeated the air, keeping the room fresh. A long row of full-length mirrors bordered one side of the room, and on the opposite side were private shower cubicles separated by frosted ss, thankfully. Violet knew all too well the bullying and taunting that could happen inmunal showers.


    Violet walked into the locker room, which was a hubbub of activity. Girls were chatting near the mirrors, adjusting their ponytails and braids, and applying their makeup. Why did they even need makeup for a fitness session?


    By some stroke of luck, as if to answer her question, she heard one of the girls say, "I can’t lose even one percent of my steez at all. I’m going to look perfect even while sweating." The girl giggled while talking to her friend, who looked at her with a fake smile.


    Tsk. Tsk. Violet shook her head, her attention snagged by the other girls who sat on the benches in the middle of the room, putting on their training gear.


    A girl with blonde hair had her back turned to her and spoke to the girls seated on the bench, only for Violet to freeze when she recognized that voice. It was L. Oh, shit.


    Violet turned away at once, rushing over to locate her locker while some of the students who saw her sudden brisk walk wondered what was up with her.


    She found her locker—number 109—and quickly spun thebination lock. The door clicked open, revealing her training gear neatly folded inside. Violet intended to grab the uniform, go into one of the cubicles, and change, with the hope that L would have left by then.


    But the instant Violet turned around, "Hello, Violet," a certain blonde was right in front of her.


    "Jesus Christ!" Violet screamed, clutching her heart, which nearly leaped out of her chest at the sudden encounter.


    "Why are you suddenly jumpy?" L asked her innocently. She went on to say, "Usually, people who behave that way have done something wrong or have something to hide."


    "Perhaps next time you don’t sneak up on someone like that!" Violet snapped at her.


    L went silent immediately, her expression crestfallen.


    The gods help her.


    Feeling guilty for what she had done, Violet apologized, "Sorry for yelling at you."


    "Forgiven!" L chirped instantly, her eyes twinkling with adoration for Violet.


    Violet frowned. The more she studied L, the more suspicious she became that something was not quite right with L. She almost behaved like a child. Was she mentally unstable?


    Now that her chance of changing in the cubicle was ruined, Violet had no choice but to undress there. It was all females, after all, and she was by no means shy of her body.


    The training uniform was a sleek ck top, made from breathable fabric, with green ents running along the sides in a distinctive, zebra-like pattern, creating an athletic yet stylish look.


    The academy crest was proudly embroidered on the left side of the chest, paired with matching ck leggings featuring a simr green highlight at the calves, ensuring a cohesive look. The whole ensemble waspleted with sturdy athletic shoes.


    Violet set her bag down on the bench closest to her and began to strip until she was down to her underwear. She was reaching for her training top when she caught sight of L staring at her body with a stunned expression, precisely her chest.


    If it wasn’t for the fact that L had been drooling at the Cardinal Alphas’ photos, Violet would have been sure her friend was gay. Unless, of course, she swung both ways.


    A chill washed over Violet, and she quickly tugged the top down, then with swift speed slipped into her pants as well.


    "You have such a nice body. I’m envious," L pouted, looking down at her own smaller chest.


    "Everyone’s special just the way they are," Violet responded, d to know that L had only been admiring her body and not the other way round.


    Sure, she respected everyone’s sexual orientation, but Violet was straight through and through, and she wouldn’t have such an awkward rtionship with the only one who imed to be her friend.


    Violet was tall, taller than most girls, with a lean build. She was slim but notnky, her muscles visible in the subtle definition of her toned arms and legs, evidence of her fit lifestyle. Her body might not be the ideal of femininity for everyone, as many girls preferred a softer look over her athletic build, but Violet didn’t care.


    Despite that, nature had still been kind in its own way. Violet had curves, full B-cup breasts, and a well-rounded bottom that had always drawn attention, especially the wrong kind.


    Back at Nancy’s trailer, it had made her a target for the predatory nces of Nancy’s customers. Fortunately for Violet, she was not afraid of using a knife to pass her message, and those who thought they could take advantage learned their lesson, never to cross the line again.


    Now done, Violet stuffed her school clothes into the locker and closed it with a soft ng. She looked at L, who excitedly looped her arm around hers as usual. Violet let her be, taking a deep breath instead.


    It was time to face whatever Lunaris had in store for her today.