The silence after Isabella's purple-eyed gaze was suffocating. Nobody dared move, nobody dared breathe. Her violet stare—unnatural, glowing like molten amethyst—held them captive. It didn't look human. It didn't look possible.
Then, all at once, her body trembled. Her breaths grew shallow. The light in her eyes flickered—once, twice—before her knees buckled beneath her.
Gasps erupted.
Before she could crash to the ground, strong arms caught her. The Alpha of the enemy pack—who had been watching from his seat with amused arrogance—was suddenly there, holding her limp form with surprising steadiness. His lips curved into the faintest smirk as he looked down at her, as though the universe itself had handed him a secret treasure.
Theodore's heart exploded with rage.
A guttural growl ripped from his chest as his fists clenched. The sight of Isabella in another man's arms was unbearable, intolerable. Without a second thought, he lunged forward.
His fist connected with the Alpha's jaw in a brutal punch. The room shook with the force of it. Gasps and cries filled the classroom.
Yet, the Alpha did not let her go. Even after taking the blow, he steadied himself, still holding Isabella like something precious.
That only fueled Theodore's fury.
He snarled, tearing her away from the Alpha's grip with unyielding strength. Isabella's head fell softly against Theodore's shoulder, her hair spilling over him like silken fire. His jaw tightened, his golden eyes blazing with possessive rage as he carried her away.
He didn't stop until he reached the medical room.
There, gently, he laid her down on the white sheets. His breath was heavy, his hands still trembling, but his eyes never left her sleeping face. For an hour—two, maybe—she slept in silence, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, as though nothing had happened.
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The Return
By the time the final bell rang, whispers had spread through every corridor. The girl with the purple eyes. The girl who collapsed. The fight between two Alphas.
And then—she appeared again.
Isabella walked back into the classroom. Her stride was calm, almost casual, as though she had simply woken from a long nap. Her eyes—now back to their usual deep black—swept the room.
Every student froze.
Confusion rippled across their faces. Shock. Fear. Curiosity. She was awake. She was walking. But they had seen her—seen her eyes change, seen the impossible. And now she looked… normal.
She lowered herself into her seat, the room eerily silent, every gaze locked on her.
Seraphina leaned closer, her voice trembling but eager.
"Isabella… what happened? Your purple eyes—everyone saw them."
The classroom seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her reply.
Isabella blinked, adjusting her glasses slowly, her expression blank—confused even. Then, in a voice steady enough for everyone to hear, she said:
"My purple eyes? …What are you talking about? I don't remember anything."
Gasps rippled through the room. Students exchanged glances, whispers breaking out like wildfire.
The girl with the purple eyes denied everything.
Mystery deepened. And no one—not even Isabella herself—seemed to hold the answers.