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The way his face seemed to have twist in disgust as she spoke to him back then. It couldn’t just have been like that except something had transpired between them.
Or…she had crossed a boundary she shouldn’t have dared to.
There were still remorse about you, you know.” Arthur added, watching me carefully.
My heart skipped a bit. “What other rumours?”
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. “Some speculations about you being coarse and ugly, and how several of your brothers disliked you. They said the others just tolerated you out of
pity.”
I let out a breath, trying to steel my nerves and put on a brave front before Arthur. This wasn’t the first time people had tried to use rumours in ruining my reputation or
slandering my name.
I got the feeling this was something I’d face a lot in the Royal Academy. I had to be ready for whatever it would throw at me, even if it was a couple of stinging lies about my appearance.
“Well what do you think about them?” I asked Arthur.
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He watched me for a while before smiling. “I think they’re all baseless.”
That eased my nerves, even if it was
just a little. In all honesty, I didn’t care all that much
for their rumours. No matter what I did, they’d still find a way to attack me if that was what
they wanted.
They could do as they pleased if it stroked their swelling ego. I had more pressing issues on
my mind.
“I wish I could just find my wolf now.” The words left my lips without me even realizing it.
“Why?” Arthur asked. “Is something the matter?”
“I’d come here with the goal of creating value for myself as soon as possible. I know I’m privileged to have been born into the aristocrat but it doesn’t mean I plan on squandering
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the wealth my parents left behind for me.” I explained honestly.
Arthur hummed. “But that would be much easier, no?”
I shook my head. “That’s not what I want. I want to build my own value into something I can be proud of.”
Arthur’s gaze lingered on me for a while before he turned to Cyrus. There was a good–natured scorn evident in his tone as he spoke.
“Seems Pack Lune finally has a sane person.” He joked.
Pack Lune.
House Luciano was the top family of the pack and my expectation, bore the torch of all
other families in the pack.
The name alone spoke volumes of how powerful it truly was, over and above other minor
packs.
“Hey. What’s that supposed to mean?” Cyrus frowned but I could see the little quirks at the sides of his lips as he tried to fight back a smile.
Cyrus and Arthur were still making some good–natured jabs at each other when the sound of footsteps drew
drew my
attention.
I turned to see Froste making his way to us. Without even realizing, my smile had dropped. What did he possibly want now?
“Top of the morning to you, Froste.” Arthur smiled.
“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Froste had a small smile on his face as well.
The two men greeted each other like they were long–time brothers. I watched their interaction cautiously, holding back from reacting in any way or say anything.
His gaze turned to me and it seemed to linger for what felt like forever. Cyrus cleared his throat, forcing Froste to turn to him.
“Hey.” Froste greeted with a small smile.
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Cyrus responded with a ‘hi‘ and a curt nod. All I did was wave my hand as he greeted me, not keen on replying him.
Arthur noticed the interaction between us and just shrugged at Froste. His eyes held all the
words he didn’t say.
Bro, I can only help you so far, you know. There’s nothing I can do about this.
Froste seemed to resign himself to this and just let out a sigh. He turned back to me, his
yes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite read.
“I just saw Agnrs.” He started.
“Okay.” I simply said, wanting him to get over with what he wanted to say.
His gaze was fixed on me. “She didn’t bully you, did she?”
I wanted to laugh at the act of concern he was putting on. He should be the last person that would try to act all worried about my wellbeing.
“What about bullying?” Cyrus asked, his eyes narrowed on him. “You’re pretty late if that’s
the case.”
I continued to size up Froste, comparing his muscular build to that of Arthurs. He definitely seemed to be as strong as Froste.
Unlike Arthur however, Froste always dressed like a scholar and toned down his aggressiveness.
A part of me wanted to believe it was because he was trying to be mellow and cool but I knew better than to underestimate him.
