The Mark of Three (Previously 'Marked by Three')

Chapter 38

Dedicated to bradford93 because she's been supporting me writting this even when I thought I've almost lost all hope of ever getting another chapter up.

I hope you enjoy reading this more then I did writing this.

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*Chapter 38*

-Blanes Pov-

"VICTORIA HUDSON! MY OFFICE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" A man's voice yelled through the schools speaker.

"Sheesh had to use the whole name again." Violet mumbled under her breath.

Before I knew it, she spun around and looked me in the eye and pouted out her bottom lip and widened her eyes slightly. Before I could ask what was wrong, she spoke in a soft pleading voice.

"Blane that was just the principle, he's really harsh to me and sets out harsher punishments to me. He's always so nice and lets the other students off softly, but with me he's so mean.  Please don't make me go in there by myself. Can you please come with me, please?" She pleaded.

Who does this man think he his? Changing and bending the punishments for different students. Principle or not, I'm going to teach him a lesson for being unfair and upsetting my mate. My mate! My wolf was already growing and shimmering to the surface, as I felt my nails grow and start to dig into the palm of my hands that were tightly balled up into fits.

"But of course you don't have to come, what was I thinking? You had nothing to do with it and why would you help me? You don't even know me. Sorry for asking, I'll just meet my doom by myself." Violet softly mumbled, snapping me out of my thoughts. Shit, I took too long to respond. With one last tremble of her lips, Violet turned around without making eye contact and walked away.

Crap! I'm such a dick for upsetting my mate. My own mate! Just before she turned the corner of the hallway, I shouted out to her, "Wait, I'll come with you."

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The blue office door that had a sign that read Principle Hockland swung open to reveal a short, greying haired man in his mid-fifties. His eyes locked to Violet and narrowed in clear anger and frustration. Dick, I automatically thought.

His eyes only skimmed in my direction, briefly acknowledging my presence before going back to Violet.

"Victoria." he almost growled as he stepped aside and let us through into his overly neat office.

He sat down in his large swivel chair behind a neatly organised desk and eyed Violet while she sat down opposite him on the left chair of the two in front of the desk while I took the right.

The principle leaned forward in his chair and put his arms on the table in front of him, leaning part of his weight on his arms he looked at Violet and opened his mouth. Before an accusing word could escape his parted lips, Violet spoke, "It wasn't my fault I swear I didn't want to do it, I was forced to do it," at her words, my eyebrows creased together in confusion, someone else was harassing her? "It was him," she pointed a finger in my direction, "he made me do it, it's his entire fault, he made me do it."

What? What is she going on about?

The principle leaned even more forward and raised an eyebrow in question and asked, "And what does he have against you to make you do a crime like what you did?"

"Well you see, I bumped into him the other week on my way home to school and he seemed like a decent guy," jeez thanks Violet, "so we started to become friends and all and then just a few days ago he let me drive his car, and this wanker just crashes into me, totally not my fault and now he expects me to pay for it all! But then it gets worse, he starts blackmailing me saying if I don't do this or that he'll sue me for crashing his car!"