Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 114: Puppy School

Despite her dramatic claims of not caring, Riona found herself surprisingly bothered by what had happened. With her thrilling days consisting of thinking, sleeping, and drinking the expensive artificial blood, she couldn’t help but wonder if she might have overdone it with Trudy.

Her emotions were a tangled mess, and the thought of facing any of the werewolves was daunting. The prospect of engaging with them filled her with apprehension; she feared she might blurt out something she’d later regret.

So, she took the scenic route to Florian’s room.

She stashed a quarter of the blood packages in Florian’s room, another quarter in her own room, and the remaining portion in Thorin’s storage room, as she still needed enough space to move around her room.

Additionally, this would give Florian the opportunity to replenish himself once he woke up.

As she walked, she was drawn to the sound of children’s laughter nearby. With nothing better to occupy her mind, she followed the noise and stumbled upon a small hut.

Peering through the window, she saw a group of adorable pups sitting at desks arranged in neat rows. An adult werewolf stood at the front, reading aloud from a picture book.

The pups’ reactions were a delightful mix: some were hanging on every word as if missing a single syllable would doom them to eternal ignorance.

Others leaned back in their seats, their short legs swinging as they giggled at the story’s punchlines.

A few were busy fidgeting like they had ants in their fur, and a small handful had their heads resting on the desks, clearly in a state of total exhaustion—probably from the grueling mental effort of staying awake.

It was the first time Riona had ever seen little werewolves in a classroom, and honestly, it looked like a blast. If all schools were like this, she would have excelled without even trying.

Who knew education could actually be fun?

Unlike the joy-sucking academy in the Kingdom of Eira, where students were constantly pitted against one another, both in theory and in practice, all fighting for the top spot.

Everything there was about ranks—who’s the smartest, who’s the strongest, who can endure the most soul-crushing boredom.

And don’t even get her started on the lectures. Riona still couldn’t wrap her head around why she had to master a bunch of foreign and ancient languages.

Everyone who used to speak those ancient languages was dead—so what was the point?

Even the vampires who lived through the era of those languages had moved on and learned Eiran. But no, the academy insisted on clinging to outdated nonsense. How very educational of them.

She let out a dramatic sigh of relief,, grateful that she didn’t have to endure that nightmare anymore. She was finally free from the academy and its ridiculous ranking system.

While this werewolf school looked like a good time, but school is school, and ’fun’ is never part of the curriculum.

Maybe it seemed that way because it was designed for the little pups. The teenage werewolves would surely have a different opinion.

She turned and made her way back to Florian’s room. He was still knocked out cold, but the second she stepped inside, the tossing and turning began.

His head gave a little twitch, his legs kicked at the blanket like he was wrestling with an imaginary monster, and his arms flailed around like he was trying to swat a swarm of invisible flies.

To top it off, the veins in his neck stood out, pulsing with tension.

Panicked, Riona rushed to his side and grabbed his arm.

"Calm down, Flo. It’s just a nightmare," she murmured, her voice steady with practiced reassurance.

"You’re safe now. I’m here with you. You’re safe," she repeated the words softly, the way she always did when one of his episodes hit.

Zane had suggested that Florian’s condition was tied to his mentality. The power he’d accidentally acquired was overwhelming for his fragile body, and he needed to find a way to fortify his will to control it.

After a while, Florian began to calm down. His breathing was getting steady as Riona wiped the sweat from his forehead and temple.

"Come on, little bat, rise and shine. I know you can do it. If you can’t muster up any self-belief, just borrow some of mine."

She squeezed his small hand, leaning in close. "I’m always right—you know that, don’t you? So, when I say you can kick whatever nightmare’s butt you’re dealing with, you can. End of discussion."

She hung around his room for a few more hours, muttering to herself, pacing from one corner to another, and savoring the mouthwatering scent wafting from the Crimson Vitae Workshop’s blood stash.

"Hey, you sure you want to keep snoozing? If you don’t wake up soon, all these delicious blood packs are going to be mine," she teased, pointing at the stack of blood packages with her thumb.

"You’ll be stuck with the gross, fresh stuff. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out."

She knew, of course, that her brother wouldn’t respond, but it didn’t stop her from trying.

After getting thoroughly bored of talking to herself, Riona left Florian’s room and started back toward her own. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

But, of course, her peaceful retreat was cut short by a pack of mean girls who decided to block her path, arms crossed like they were on some kind of villainous mission.

Why did they look so irritated? If they despised her so much, wouldn’t it make more sense to stay far, far away? The logic here was just top-tier—marching all the way over just to throw attitude.

So much effort, so little sense!

"Hey, Snob!" one of them sneered, the one Riona guessed had crowned herself queen of their little gang, complete with the world’s thinnest eyebrow raise.

Riona blinked, feigning confusion. "Huh? Are you talking to me?"

She knew playing dumb would only fuel their anger, and honestly, she was in the mood for a little entertainment. Watching them turn green with rage was always a good time.

"I didn’t realize you could talk. I just assumed barking was your primary language. My bad! I’m not exactly an expert on the habits of the uncultured."

Since they were so convinced she was a stuck-up snob, Riona figured she might as well live up to the reputation.

The leader stepped forward, winding up like she was about to throw a punch at Riona’s face. But Riona didn’t even blink, just stood there chuckling at the pathetic attempt.

Seriously? A slow-mo punch against a vampire known for her speed? Please.

"What’s this? A slow-motion fight scene? Didn’t know that was a thing!" she mocked.

The rest of the gang tried to pull their leader back. "Just do what you came here to do."

"Right." The leader cleared her throat, trying to regain some dignity, and plastered that smug expression back on her face. "Prepare yourself for tomorrow. Thorin said you’ll join the morning ritual, and it’s customary to wear plain white."

The next morning, Riona finally figured out why the gang had zero interest in throwing punches. It wasn’t about a fight—it was about a full-on humiliation fest.