Chapter 112
Chapter 112:
“Excuse me?” I demanded, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper that made the human teacher physically recoil. “Do not ever refer to my nephew as a savage. You know absolutely nothing about his family, and if you think you can sit there and p>
Three sharp knocks on the heavy office door cut my warning short.
The door swung open, and the air was instantly contaminated by a harsh, aggressive wave of metallic ozone.
Jase Davenport strolled into the office. His tailored suit was immaculate, and his arrogant smirk was firmly back in place. Trailing behind him, looking entirely unharmed save for a slightly rumpled collar, was a chubby boy I immediately recognized as his nephew, Kyle Davenport.
The power dynamic in the room shifted violently. Ms. Trunchbull rose so fast her chair scraped against the floor. Her sour scent instantly morphed into a sickeningly sweet, sycophantic desperation. She knew exactly who Jase was — the Alpha of the Davenport Pack and one of the academy’s largest financial donors.
𝖱eа𝘥 t𝗵𝗲 𝗹а𝗍𝖾st 𝗍rе𝗻𝖽ѕ оn
Jase didn’t spare the teacher a glance. His predatory, bloodshot eyes locked entirely on me, taking in my defensive posture in front of Jaxon. His smirk widened into a cruel, mocking display of teeth.
“Playing house with the Blackwells, Adelina?” Jase drawled, his voice thick with toxic condescension. “I didn’t take you for the nanny type p>
Adelina POV
The sharp, aggressive stench of metallic ozone flooded the Headmaster’s office, suffocating the smell of old books and lemon polish. Jase Davenport stood in the doorway, his hand resting on his nephew Kyle’s shoulder, his arrogant smirk a blatant challenge designed to make me feel small.
“Playing house with the Blackwells, Adelina?” Jase drawled, stepping fully into the room. “I didn’t take you for the nanny type p>
I kept my spine rigid, refusing to let him see how his presence made my stomach churn. “I am his aunt, Jase. And I am here to find out why your nephew is walking away without a scratch while Jaxon is bruised p>
“Because your little savage attacked Kyle completely unprovoked,” Jase said smoothly, his eyes gleaming with malicious triumph.
“That’s a lie!” Jaxon shouted, jumping up from his wooden chair. His small fists were clenched at his sides, his bright eyes blazing with a fierce, protective fury that mirrored his uncle Kain. “He called her a wolfless whore who doesn’t deserve to be a Luna p>
Ms. Trunchbull gasped, clutching the pearls at her neck. “Jaxon Blackwell! We do not use that kind of language in this academy! Sit down immediately p>
“He was defending his Pack’s honor,” I snapped, stepping between Jaxon and the teacher. “Kyle insulted a Luna. In our world, Jaxon’s response was entirely justified p>
Jase let out a dry, mocking laugh. “Oh, please, Lina. Pups being pups. But since you want to play the righteous Luna, here are my terms.” He leaned his knuckles on Ms. Trunchbull’s desk, his Alpha aura pressing heavily against the human woman. “Jaxon is suspended for a week. And you will write a formal apology letter to my family p>
Ms. Trunchbull nodded frantically, her sour scent reeking of sycophantic desperation. “Yes, of course, Mr. Davenport. That seems more than fair p>
“No,” I stated flatly.