Celeste's POV
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The air was heavy.
Cheers died down as most students nearby pivoted in their seats, their attention fixed on two Alpha King daughters in what I could only describe as a royal face-off.
Rebecca stood still, bright blue eyes sharp with something dangerous. In contrast, Lysandra tried to square her up, arms on her waist and her head tilted.
Luther stood aside helplessly, eyes darting between the two women. Almost like he was prepping himself in case one struck first.
However, he didn't need to wait for long—
"When will shameless tramps like yourself learn?" Lysandra laughed, mocking and livid. "Circling around what isn't yours doesn't guarantee it'll notice you."
What. It...
I'm not the only one who saw how those words reduced Luther to an object, right?
