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Daisy’s question sent a ripple through the room, stirring up hushed murmurs as students leaned toward one another, each of them sharing their own speculations.

"Alright, silence." Mr. Radcliff called out, though he didn’t wait for the noise to completely settle before answering.

"It is rare. But yes, it is possible."

That single sentence was like tossing a lit match into a pile of dry leaves. The class was stirred again, their conversation growing louder as students eagerly debated the idea of multiple mates.

But Radcliff’s patience had already reached its limit. "Silence!" He boomed, his voice crashing over them like thunder.

This time, the classroom fell still. Only when Radcliff was sure he had their full attention did he fold his arms behind his back, eyes dark with thought.

"Aside from the moon goddess’ machination, there are a few instances where a wolf may find themselves bonded to more than one mate," he admitted, "One of the most well-documented cases is when a werewolf is born with an unusually strong soul.

These wolves tend to radiate dominant energy, an aura powerful enough to pull multiple mates toward them. "

The buzz returned, though less uproarious this time. Roman, lazily stretching in his seat, commented, "Sounds like an East thing," tossing a mocking glance at Griffin’s corner.

Griffin in return, let out a low growl, so deep it reverberated across the desks.

Before Violet even had time to think, she turned sharply to Roman and snapped, "Behave, asshole."

The moment the words left her lips, the entire classroom collectively gasped, dramatic and scandalized.

Every head snapped in her direction, eyes wide with disbelief and it took one tense second for Violet to realize what she’d just done.

Oh Shit.

A rogue like her had just publicly insulted an Alpha which was like an enormous taboo in their law book.

Violet’s entire body went still, but she didn’t back down. Instead she lifted her chin, locking eyes with Roman and daring him to make an issue of it.

For a moment, there was silence, thick with unspoken tension. Then Roman’s lips curved into a slow, aggravating smirk.

"Sure thing, Mommy."

Abel was the first to snort, his amusement quickly infecting the rest of the pack, followed by the rest of the students who burst into an awkward and exaggerated laughter.

Even Violet, despite her stiff spine, was forced to give a fake chuckle, turning back toward the front as her ears burned. That was awkward.

Damn it. She hated this ceasefire with Elsie— Violet missed speaking her mind to certain people, but apparently that was off-limits now.

Daisy, not fully satisfied, pressed further. "So what happens when a wolf is bound to multiple mates? How do they choose?"

Radcliff scratched the back of his head, his unease visible, as though this was the last question he wanted to answer. But then, he had no choice.

"They don’t."

The students fell into stunned silence.

Radcliff continued, "The bond does not allow for half-measures. The Moon Goddess makes no mistakes, which means the wolf cannot simply ’choose’ between their mates. The connection is absolute. It is meant to be complete, or the soul will be unstable."

Dion, who had been listening with rapt interest, suddenly grinned. "If that’s the case, then I think having more than one mate sounds hot."His expression turned dreamy, like he was already fantasizing about it.

A few students murmured in agreement, nodding along, whispering about how having two mates would be exciting.

But Mr. Radcliff scoffed loudly, "So you think," he replied, his voice edged with skepticism. "While the idea of multiple mates might seem appealing, even exotic, let me remind you that this is not some fairytale fantasy. You’re dealing with multiple mates, that means balancing multiple, very real connections. And love isn’t always enough to hold everything together. "

He paused, letting the class absorb his words before he went on to reveal next.

"In fact, history has already shown us how disastrous multiple bond can be. About three hundred years ago, before the Great Wars, there was a she-wolf named Moira who discovered she had two mates: Caden and Aden, both linked to her by the Moon Goddess.

"Both men were bound to her soul but there was one problem—Moira favored Caden.

Aden, consumed by jealousy, could not bear it.

And rather than fight for her love or accept the bond as it was, he did the unthinkable by killing Caden.

Realizing what he had done, Aden was unable to live with his action, so he turned the blade on himself. "

Damn, Violet breathed,that was dark even for her. She was stunned like the rest of the class.

"Moira lost both of her mates in a single day and the agony of it broke her.

The pain of losing a mate is said to be unbearable.

If you want to understand it, then picture your heart being ripped out of your chest while still alive.

Unfortunately, losing two?" Radcliff shook his head.

"That was a torment beyond words. In the end, Moira took her own life, unable to withstand the loss. "

"Since then," Radcliff says, "no one prays to the Moon Goddess for multiple mates.

Having more than one mate demands an extraordinary amount of care and wisdom. You’d have to manage a ’harem’ dynamic, in a sense, and that’s a tightrope most of us hope never to walk."

The class was still reeling from the revelation when Violet spoke up in a challenging tone, "But some people have walked that tightrope, haven’t they?"

"Excuse me?" Mr. Radcliff looked startled by her sudden question.

"You’ve only mentioned one woman whose multi-mate bond failed," Violet continued. "Negative stories grab the most attention, but there must be others whose multiple bonds did work, right?"

Radcliff scowled at her, clearly itching to respond harshly, but that was until he met Roman’s smug but warning stare. Clearing his throat, he replied instead, "Yes, there are cases where multiple-mate bonds have been successful."

"Good," Violet said with satisfaction.

Amanda scoffed from the other side of the room. "Why do you ask, Rogue Queen? You think the Moon Goddess has time to bestow a mate bond on someone like you?"

Violet smiled sweetly. "First, thanks for acknowledging my title as a ’Queen’. Second," she leaned forward, her voice like silk laced with venom, "if I wanted a mate, I’d get one of my own choosing rather than wait around for some goddess to make me lust after a random guy."

She gave Amanda a once-over, slow and unimpressed. "But with that birdbrain of yours, I guess you’re perfectly content doing exactly that."