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"I mean, think about it. My hair is Purple. Who in this school has such an unusual color of hair aside from Roman. And he’s a werewolf." Violet said with excitement in her voice like a detective uncovering a grand mystery.

"Just because you have purple hair doesn’t make you a witch, Violet. Trust me, witches don’t exactly walk around advertising themselves like that."

Alaric leaned in again, his lips ghosting over hers, but before he could kiss her, Violet not only turned away but also placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back. Her mind was whirring with newfound theories, leaving no room for romance.

The maker of the moon, have mercy on him. Alaric sighed internally as he cast a glance down at the bulge in his trousers.

Violet, meanwhile, was entirely oblivious to his predicament.

"Then maybe I’m Fae," she pressed, her eyes sparkling with the idea. "The Fae are known for unnatural hair colors."

"And powers," Alaric added dryly.

"Mine could be locked away!" Violet countered with a triumphant smile. "What if I’m some hidden Fae princess, sent away to protect me until the right time when my powers awaken? Maybe my secret power is lightning, and that’s why I’m immune to yours!"

Alaric crossed his arms and raised a brow, trying not to laugh. "I didn’t know you had such a flair for storytelling, Violet. But even if it were remotely possible, you’re not Fae."

"And why not?" Violet shot him a hard look.

"You don’t have their grace," he replied firmly.

"Perhaps, that’s not the case but you have to admit that I make sense right?"Violet said, waiting for Alaric’s acknowledgement which never came.

Her enthusiasm visibly deflated at his lack of support. "Fine. Think whatever you want. Let’s just finish the assignment so I can go back to my dorm." She made to move away, but Alaric reached out and gently grabbed her arm.

"You’re a mystery, Violet," he said with his eyes holding hers. "And mysteries aren’t solved in one night. But if you’re willing, I can show you something amazing with my powers. Something that might make you forget about all these wild theories."

She raised a skeptical brow. "What about our homework?"

"I’ll handle it. I’m smart, remember?" He winked with a cocky grin .

"It’s a group assignment," she pointed out, crossing her arms. "We’re supposed to work together."

"Fine," Alaric said with mock exasperation. "Then maybe I’ll just tell the professor it was all your doing. You know, give you the glory this time?" He teased, referencing that biology class where they got off on the wrong feet.

Violet narrowed her eyes but couldn’t hold back the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Alright, fine. Show me what amazing thing you can do with your powers."

Alaric’s smile widened, his boyish charm in full effect as he reached out and took her hand. "You won’t regret it," he said, leading her toward the door.

The trek through the woods was quiet, save for the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath their shoe. When they reached the hilly terrain of Lunaris, Alaric took her hand and guided her up the highest peak. His grip was gentle, and Violet couldn’t help but marvel at how romantic this moment felt.

As they reached the top, the view of the sprawling landscape of Lunaris stretched endlessly, taking her breath away. But there was no time to admire the scenery as Alaric had something else in mind.

"What next?" Violet asked him.

Alaric turned to her, his electric-blue eyes lightning up. "We call on the thunderstorm," he said, his voice brimming with pride and excitement.

Violet’s breath hitched as she noticed electricity crackling faintly in the air around him. For a moment, she swore she saw sparks flicker in his eyes. The smile on Alaric’s face was pure, genuine, and full of childlike wonder as he stepped behind her and took both of her hands in his.

"Lift them toward the sky," he instructed, his voice steady.

Violet hesitated but did as he asked. The moment her hands stretched upward, Alaric’s energy surged through her.

It wasn’t painful but exhilarating. She gasped in astonishment as a streak of lightning shot from his fingertips, soaring into the heavens.

A buzzing sound filled the air, growing louder as the energy around them intensified.

The next minute that followed, lightning strikes upon strikes shot into the sky as Alaric summoned himself a lightning storm.

The sky answered him, loud thunderbolts cracking across the horizon.

The booming sounds of thunder filled the air, but instead of fear, Violet felt a thrill coursing through her veins.

The ground beneath them shook slightly, as if bowing to the raw, untamed power Alaric was unleashing.

Violet’s hair flew wildly in the charged air, and she could feel every cell in her body tingling.

She had never experienced anything like this.

It was pure, unbridled energy, and it filled her with awe.

The intensity grew until fat droplets of rain began to fall from the sky, splattering against their skin. Alaric lowered their hands, and the lightning dissipated, leaving only the sound of rain and the occasional rumble of distant thunder.

He turned to her, his face wet from the rain but illuminated by an infectious grin. Violet couldn’t help but laugh. Alaric laughed too, their shared joy echoing in the stormy night. The rain drenched them both, but neither seemed to care.

Still laughing, Alaric reached out and cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her wet cheeks. For a moment, his gaze locked onto hers, the intensity in his eyes silencing her laughter. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t tentative or hesitant, rather, it was deep and passionate. The rain fell around them, soaking their clothes and plastering their hair to their faces, but it only heightened the moment. Violet’s hands found their way to his chest, clutching at his shirt as the kiss deepened.

Time seemed to stand still, leaving just the two of them, locked in that moment. A moment Violet knew she would never forget.

However, it was quite unfortunate that a green colored wolf was having a run at that time and got drenched in the rain Alaric had summoned.

"Fuck you asshole!" Roman cursed Alaric’s ass whenever he was.