Taming the Hybrid Mate: Desired by Five Alphas

Chapter 87: A Dangerous Idea

Andria’s POV"Let’s talk about this later," Liara whispered into my ear.

Miss Linda walked into the room with the same calm energy she always carried. She didn’t carry any authoritative energy around, just a steady energy. But unlike many other teachers, she was careful enough to pay attention to all her students.

It was as if she knew all our strengths and weaknesses when it came to the course she teaches.

Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she made her way to the front desk, placing a tray of labelled bottles on the counter.

The chatter in the lab dimmed, but not completely. No one was terrified of her enough to fall into silence.

Yet no one dared to disrespect her outright either. That was the typical Miss Linda, a nerdy teacher who always kept to herself.

I wondered, given how things have been in the academy recently, if she had also caught the spell flu.

"Good morning, class," she said in an even tone that relayed no emotion.

"Today’s experiment will test your ability to combine observation with precision. Each table will receive the same compound.

I expect you to follow instructions carefully, though I won’t be telling you every step of the practical every step of the way, as I have always taught this in our previous classes.

If you’re careless, the results will tell you beforehand.

Some students chuckled. Tristan leaned back in his seat, smirk already fixed on his face. Damon drummed his fingers against the desk like he was waiting for the perfect time to get under my skin.

They looked at me in unison, as if they knew something hideous I had done. I felt Aven’s heat as he was close to me, and everything they were doing was all too distracting to me.

I didn’t like them much, but I can’t deny that my core gets drenched anytime I see them, and now I’m even closer to them.

I’ve been avoiding them since I left their houses, but having to be in the same class as them wouldn’t let me avoid them in peace.

Miss Linda continued, holding up a clear bottle filled with a pale-blue liquid. "This is a controlled solution, designed to release fumes when heated.

The fumes are not harmful in the quantities you’ll be handling. Still, I recommend you wear your protective gear. I hope you all are with your safety googles?, As I can see, most of you aren’t putting them on."

Her words settled neatly into the room, and for a second, I let myself listen fully, without paying attention to the Alpha successors.

Every student who wasn’t wearing their safety face shield or goggles, including me, went to our bags to retrieve our protective goggles.

Then my eyes drifted to the cleansing potion bottle I had left in my backpack.

I had been reading the inscriptions on the potion bottle, but I hadn’t paid attention to them; there was a subtle clue in them.

And then it hit me. The inscriptions weren’t just about cleansing my blood; they hinted at another property.

The potion wasn’t only a purifier; it was a medium. If mixed right, my blood could be carried into the air, making it easier for us to spread the cure to the spell.

A clever idea popped into my mind. Although it was clever, it was also a very dangerous Idea.

And now, sitting here in this lab with a tray of chemicals in sight, I knew this was the perfect place to test it.

I walked back to my seat with the syringe of my blood that Liara had earlier distributed.o talk a lot, and he always carries around a cold, ruthless and closed-off aura.

Then Miss Linda’s voice cut clean through. "Group arrangements for practicals will remain the same until further notice. You’ll learn more from consistent teamwork than from shuffling seats each week. Consider this a chance to develop patience, if nothing else."

My stomach dropped. Permanent? With Tristan, Damon and Aven? Moon goddess had to be laughing at me right now, how do I survive the rest of this session if this group isn’t changed?, What a feromonal torture.

Tristan leaned back again, smirk reborn. "Guess you’re stuck with us, sweetheart."

I shot him a glare sharp enough to slice steel. "I’d rather wrestle with acid than endure your company. Lucky for me, this lab has both."

Becca outright snorted.

"Miss, you can concentrate on your group now," I said, turning to Becca.

Damon chuckled, shaking his head. Miss Linda, unfazed, continued with her instructions, sketching chemical formulas on the board. Everyone’s attention shifted to her steady explanations.

That was my opening to bring my clever idea to life.