Page 25 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
This pretty much did it. A few guys rip their homework out of the omegas’ hands and run away. No one wants to take it up with Alpha Liam in person. The rest of the crowd claps and cheers before they slowly walk away. This is going to be the hottest school topic for a long time.
When they are gone, Aurelia looks at us. “Are you girls alright?”
The three of us nod in unison. I gather all my courage and step forward a bit. “Thank you, Lady Aurelia,” I stutter.
She snorts. “Stop the lady act. Nothing about me is ladylike, and I’m only ‘technically’ a princess. I don’t live in a castle or anything.” Her cold demeanor is gone suddenly, and she’s all smiles. “You are Valerie, right?”
I nod, happy that she remembers my name.
“And Marilou,” she looks at our friend. Marilou has tied her beautiful red hair into a bun and she has freckles all over her face. She’s soft and sweet and slender, a true natural beauty.
Marilou nods, eyeing Aurelia through big eyes. “Please don’t tell Luna Annalise.”
Aurelia grins. “Why?”
“She will be worried then. And she’s always worried about me. I guess because I’m so quiet and scrawny.”
Aurelia smiles. “My sister-in-law is worried for everyone who is under her reign.”
“The Silver Luna is so cool,” Jazz beams.
Aurelia raises her brows. “I heard everyone is calling her that. And my brother is the Silver Alpha?”
“Yes, because he freed himself from silver chains and because she’s immune to silver,” Jazz explains.
“I see,” Aurelia chuckles. “And you are Jazz, right?” When Jazz nods, Aurelia shows her an appreciative smile. “You’re very brave, Jazz. It takes a lot to stand up for your friends like you did today.”
“Val is my best friend and the first person to accept me for who I am,” Jazz says in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m not going to leave her hanging just like that.”
Aurelia seems to like what she’s heard. “You girls want to spend the lunch break with my friends and me?” she offers.
“Why not,” Jazz grins. “Marilou thinks one of your friends is hot.”
I can’t help but laugh slightly while Marilou blushes. “Do you have to blurt out everything, Jazz?” she complains. “And I just said he’s cute!”
Aurelia grins. “Who do you find cute?”
“Terry,” Marilou admits.
She beams. “That’s great. Everyone always crushes on Nox or Lionel, but Terry is such a nice guy. He deserves some attention. I’ll make sure you two sit next to each other.” She seems to be all into the idea, while Marilou blushes further but nods in agreement.
Before we can follow Marilou and Aurelia, I grab Jazz’s arm to stop her. “Thank you,” I say with a smile. “You are the best friend ever, Jazz.”
“You’d have done the same for me,” Jazz looks at me through her honest and bright eyes. “You stood up for me too.”
“I’m so weak, though, and I always seem to be rooted to the spot when something happens. I wish I’d yelled at him for insulting you the way he did,” I mutter.
She smiles. “You react differently to me, but that’s ok. You stood up for me, and that’s all that matters. Not a lot of people do that.”
I nod. “Best friends forever.”
“Best friends forever,” she repeats and grins. “And here I thought you were only friends with me because of your crush on Marcel.”
I laugh. “It does help that your brother is cute,” I tease. “But it’s mostly because you are my best friend.”
She grins, locking our arms.
“I’m sorry he outed you in front of everyone,” I say quietly. “That’s not right.”
