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Written by: The Oracle

Oh, my drama loving addicts of Lunaris Academy! So good to have you back for another splash of Lunaris gossip.

I know, I know. You’re all dying to know about the fate of our dear ’Purple Storm’.

(spoilers: that title is so yesterday). Where is she?

How is she faring, now that she has tumbled from her lofty perch?

Trust me, darlings, we will get there, but let’s savor our drama one morsel at a time.

First, can someone please explain the nonstop downpour? One minute we have clear skies, then—bam—torrential showers. And then it hit me—of course! Our Lightning Prince is suffering.

Alaric Storm, cold and untouchable, has finally been struck. And by what, you ask? Not lightning, my loves. Heartbreak. Yes! It is.

I mean we all saw it coming. Though neither Alaric nor Violet have made any official announcement about their status, we know the rules (yes, folks, that’s practically carved in stone), an Alpha and a Rogue cannot date.

It is forbidden. Impossible. Cannot be. And yet, we cannot ignore our cold prince’s pain.

The rainstorm he’s been raging over us is proof that Violet’s fall from grace has hit him the hardest. And I do mean hardest, because while we may not be inside that brooding head of his, his powers are making sure we all take part in his suffering.

Alaric, darling, we get it—you’re in agony. But must our wardrobes suffer too? Some of us have new designer heels that don’t respond well to constant soggy grounds.

Think about it, my poor couture gowns, my exquisite heels, my perfectly styled hair, all ruined by your emotional turmoil. So, this is a direct plea to Elsie Lancaster: Queen Bee, do your job.

Comfort the Lightning Prince. Soothe his broken heart. Or, if you can’t do that, find a way for him to patch things up with his Purple Storm, so the sun can peek through the clouds for once more.

Seriously, I need to stunt in my latest collection, and I cannot do that in this depressing weather. So spare us from these umbrella-unfriendly days, one less Alpha in your collection can’t hurt.

Now, onto the real jaw-dropper of the week, let’s talk about the newest title circulating on Moon Feed.

Yes, you heard that right. The title of "Rogue Queen" has been floating through the halls like the latest fragrance, and it has settled itself firmly on Violet Purple’s rebellious little head.

Because if you thought she was going to slink into the shadows after rejecting all four houses, think again. Violet isn’t just surviving, she’s making history again. And history, my loves, is messy.

For the first time ever, the West House and the South House are at blows. One that saw the silvered court rent in two just the other day.

Why, you ask? Simple.

Alpha Asher Nightshade has drawn the line, and he is team Violet all the way.

Which means our favorite conniving snake, Roman Draven, is paying the price.

Asher and Roman have always been as close as blood brothers, but not anymore.

Not after the fox’s little shenanigans at the bonfire last Friday.

And Violet? Oh, she is not in a forgiving mood. Because what does our defiant little Rogue Queen do in response? She gives Roman Draven’s car a personal makeover.

Brown is the new black, darlings, because she took a page out of the classic rebel handbook and gave that expensive ride a once-over in mud.

Honestly? Even I have to admit the audacity on this girl. She might not have actual balls, but she sure acts like she does.

Somebody probably needs to tell our queen bee to brace herself. The Purple Storm is out of the ranking system, but that means no rules. Elsie Lancaster better watch her back, because a rogue with nothing to lose can be the most dangerous opponent of all.

Meanwhile, the big question: Where, pray tell, is Asher Nightshade?

Our unpredictable West Alpha has vanished from the scene. Is he mourning the loss of his Purple Queen? Or is he off plotting something even bigger?

For the sake of our already fragile sanity, let’s hope he’s brooding in some dark, faraway place. Because the last thing we need is Asher’s wrath on top of Alaric’s heartbreak.

And finally, to our dear Lightning Prince, a little bit of sunshine is all we ask. We sympathize, we understand, we mourn your heartbreak, dear Alaric, but must we do so drenched to the bone?

So, stay tuned, my darlings, and let’s see how this plays out. As always, I’ll be watching (and sipping tea) to bring you the juiciest updates. Until next time, keep your claws sharp and your secrets sharper.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Elsie raged as she finish reading the latest Moon Feed article for that day.

The Oracle was really pushing it.

Not only had the gossip-loving menace dared to order her around like she was some lap dog, but now the entire school had joined in the chorus, summoning her like some weather-controlling deity to fix their miserable lives.

How. Dare. They.

She was the one who decided who rose and who fell, and no one—especially not some faceless gossip columnist—was going to dictate what she should do next.

Elsie gritted her teeth as she scrolled through the comment section, the post increasing her anger.

"Please, Elsie! We beg you, fix this rain. It’s ruining my hair!"

"We get it, Alaric is in pain, but do we all have to suffer for it?"

"She’s the Queen Bee, right? Then let her do something."

Just look at this. Those ungrateful bitches summoning her without respect?!

Even if Elsie wanted to end this miserable downpour, it should have been her decision. She would have basked in their praise, their gratitude, and their adoration. Not like this. Not they demanding it as if she was obligated to fix their problems.

And then there was Violet.

Elsie’s lip was a cruel sneer. Rogue Queen. As if.

That filthy, disgraceful excuse of a whore had defied everything Lunaris stood for and was somehow being celebrated for it? Her blood boiled at the thought of it.

Fine. If they wanted action, she’d give them action.

She grabbed her phone, her nails tapping aggressively against the screen as she dialed Grace.

The girl answered immediately. "Elsie?"

"Send a message to Alaric," Elsie ordered, her tone sharp as a dagger.

"Tell him if he doesn’t stop this rain right now, his darling Violet is going to get it from me."

Grace hesitated. "Are you sure about that? Roman did say—"

"Do it!" She snapped, shutting Grace up immediately.

"Yes, Elsie." Grace swallowed ended the call to go do as she was told.

Elsie exhaled slowly, composing herself.

Then, she picked her phone again and sent a single message.

The moment the message was sent, she smiled with satisfaction.

Fuck Roman and his call for a truce.

She was going to destroy Violet Purple.