Frank slunk away through the dispersing crowd, still reeking of urine and humiliation.
Alexander didn’t spare him another thought.
With his current strength, a pathetic bully like that was barely worth noticing.
He and these ordinary students already lived in completely different worlds.
He buttoned up his shirt, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked into the building amid a sea of curious and awed stares.
For the first time, he truly understood what it felt like to be the center of attention everywhere he went.
The constant eyes on his back were uncomfortable at first, but he was already getting used to it.
When he reached the classroom, Alexander headed straight for an empty seat in the back row, hoping for a moment of peace.
“Alexander? Is this seat taken? Mind if I sit here?”
A seductive voice pulled him from his thoughts.
He looked up to find a girl with fiery red hair in a ponytail, light freckles across her nose, and heavy makeup.
Despite the thick layer of cosmetics, it was clear she had a naturally attractive face and figure.
Her school uniform had been heavily modified: the top altered into a deep V-neck that barely contained her full breasts, the hem tied up to expose her toned midriff and navel.
A tiny skirt barely reached mid-thigh, threatening to reveal far more with any sudden movement.
“Sure, go ahead,” Alexander replied with a casual shrug.
But as soon as Vivian settled in beside him, another girl approached, cheeks flushed with courage.
“Um… can I sit here too?”
Before long, Alexander found himself surrounded.
Three girls on each side and a few more directly in front formed an impromptu barrier of feminine attention.
He scratched the back of his neck, feeling the weight of dozens of envious and hungry stares from across the room.
‘This is getting ridiculous.’
He could tell that if he so much as crooked a finger, most of these girls would follow him without hesitation.
The realization left him more bewildered than flattered.
‘Something isn’t right.’
Even with his dramatically improved physique and looks, this level of instant, overwhelming interest felt unnatural.
His werewolf bloodline must have been amplifying his presence in ways he hadn’t fully accounted for.
“I should get a check-up after school,” he muttered to himself.
The rest of the class passed in a haze of distraction.
The girls around him were among the most attractive in the room, dressed in the bold, revealing style common on campus, short skirts, tight tops, and outfits that left little to the imagination.
Everywhere he looked, there were long legs, low necklines, and soft curves.
His heightened senses made it worse.
His bloodline stirred, sending heat racing through his veins.
Alexander gripped the edge of the desk, forcing the rising beast inside him back down.
He could control murderous rage, but this primal hunger was proving far more difficult to suppress.
‘Stay calm.
Do not transform here.’
His fingers tightened involuntarily.
With a quiet creak, the metal frame of the desk bent beneath his grip.
‘This is bad…’
Hot breath escaped his lips.
If he didn’t get out soon, things could get messy.
A soft gasp came from his left.
Vivian’s eyes had gone wide, locked onto the very obvious bulge straining against his pants.
She stared in open disbelief, then subconsciously reached out and compared the size to the thick textbook on the desk.
“So… big,” she whispered, almost reverently.
Alexander’s lips twitched.
“You really just said that out loud?”