CLARISSA
"Clarissa, you're pregnant," the healer announced.
I felt the world tilt.
Pregnant.
The word felt foreign, unreal. Yet, deep down, hadn't I already known? The nausea, the exhaustion, the way my body felt different... I'd ignored the signs, unwilling to face what they meant.
Six weeks had passed since I last saw my mate. The man who claimed me and then vanished into the night. It's been six weeks since the guards captured me and threw me back into this miserable cell.
And now this?
"She's pregnant?" Kieran asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
The healer nodded, and he stormed towards me, his palm colliding with my cheek.
"You whore!" He yelled, and I glared at him.
"That's enough, Kieran," Alpha Garrick hissed, redirecting his gaze on me.
"Who is the father of your child?"
I bit my lower lip, unsure of what to say. I barely knew who my mate was. All I knew was that he had the brightest golden eyes I'd ever seen.
"Are you going to stay silent?" Kieran demanded, and I lowered my gaze, annoyed.
"It doesn't matter, does it? This baby is mine. It has nothing to do with any of you," I said through gritted teeth, and he growled under his breath.
"Father, she must've known all along that she was pregnant. It's why she tried to get me to claim her as soon as possible. She was going to give me a bastard child. No one knows the extent of her evil plans," he stated, and I rolled my eyes in irritation.
It was no longer surprising. Kieran was a professional liar, and in his desperation to see me suffer, he would say the most absurd things.
"Clarissa, I've kept you alive for the past few weeks because of my relationship with your father. But now I regret it. You will be treated as the traitor you are. I will make sure of it, cursed child," Alpha Garrick said and walked out of the cell with the healer.
Kieran followed suit but not before sending a glare my way. Alpha Garrick's statement was worrying. I didn't know the extent he would take it, but I had a bad feeling about it.
He had called me a cursed child. Perhaps he'd always had that suspicion because of my unusual appearance. Still, how could he do this to his Alpha's daughter?
I'd been born with straight silver hair that shone under the moonlight, and my eyes? They were a dark purple. As a result of my strange appearance, my father had moved from the city and settled down in a town just to hide me from prying eyes. My father once said I was "blessed" by the moon goddess, but the world saw it differently. They feared what they did not understand.
A rustling sound broke through my thoughts.
A paper plane had just landed in front of me.
Hesitant, I picked it up and unfolded it, wondering if it contained some sort of secret message. Soon, I got my answer.
Written on the paper with blue ink was a daunting message, one that sent shivers down my spine. It read:
Greetings, heir of the Lunar Throne,
There are three things you must know.
One, your father was murdered due to a conspiracy.
Two, you must attend the Werewolf Academy if you want to discover the hidden truth.
Three, your enemies are more numerous than you think.
Clarissa Nightbourne, you must live.
I stared at the paper, my pulse pounding in my ears. This letter confirmed my suspicions about my father's death, and now, a fire of determination burned in my veins.
I'd heard about the Werewolf Academy before. It was a school located in the city of New York. Apparently, it was made for elites and students with tremendous potential. I needed to find my way there. But how?
....
I was jolted awake by the sound of heavy footsteps heading towards my cell. I'd spent the past few hours searching for the object Gwen had given to me. But all my efforts had been futile.
Before I could process what was happening, several guards stormed into the cell and grabbed me. They ignored my questions and dragged me outside, a stoic expression on their faces. Once we were outside, I squinted at the brightness of the sun, and when my eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight, I was greeted by the sight of a waiting crowd.
The guards dragged me to a platform and set me down on my knees. Alpha Garret and Kieran stood by the corner along with the elders. My stomach churned as a feeling of foreboding sank into me.
"Clarissa Nightbourne, you have been summoned before the Mount Veil pack's council for judgement. You have been accused of stealing the moonstone; what do you have to say about this?" Alpha Garret asked, and my eyes widened.
"That's not true. I didn't—"
"You went to the storeroom, did you not?" Kieran asked, and I shook my head.
Panic clawed at my throat. My mate. He had been in the storeroom that night. Had he taken it?
"I swear it wasn't me!" I cried. "Someone else must have—"
"Enough."
"By order of the pack council, Clarissa Nightbourne is hereby accused of treason and shall be executed immediately," Alpha Garret said, and the guards forced me down to all fours, pressing my face to the ground.
"No! Please, listen to me!" I cried, desperation and fury surging inside of me. I squirmed and cried, sobs escaping my lips.
I didn't want to die.
My poor baby didn't deserve this either.
But these monsters didn't care about the moonstone. If they did, they would have asked me for it. This was just an excuse to get rid of me.
Internally, I prayed to the moon goddess, begging her to save me.
"This is the will of the moon goddess. We are only protecting our peace," Alpha Garrick said as my executor stepped forward with a silver-coated spear.
"Please! Please! I'm innocent! Don't do this!" I sobbed, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
The executor lifted the spear, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I awaited the blow to my neck.
"Step Away."
A menacing voice spoke, echoing through the space. My eyes popped open, and through blurry vision, I saw an approaching figure.
Gasps erupted from the crowd, and they began to part as he approached me. As he grew closer, I saw them. Golden eyes.
It was him.
My mate.
A spark of hope ignited in my chest.
He towered above a lot of people, even while dressed in his long black coat, his muscled physique was a sight to behold.
Behind him stood a pair of identical twins. They were tall and leanly muscled, but they exuded power in a bone-chilling manner.
My mate halted in front of me, his gaze meeting mine.
My executor faltered but refused to move.
"I asked you to step away," he said in a deep, velvety voice that had Snow purring in my head.
Still, my executor refused to budge. With a graceful movement, my mate raised a hand. And with a speed surpassing that of any vampire I'd seen, one of the twins split the executor in half, using his claws. The blade fell to the ground with a thud, and the crowd shuffled backwards, the air charged with fear.
"How dare you step into this place?!" Alpha Garrick demanded with a thunderous voice, and my mate blinked.
"She belongs to me."
JAXONA few hours before,"Jax?!"Dante's voice cut through the fog in my head, laced with concern. His footsteps were urgent as he stepped into my office, glancing around. He couldn't see me—not at first.I was slipping. Again.My vision flickered between reality and the void, the cursed abyss where my wolf had been torn from me. The air felt thin, like I was being pulled under water. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to hold on."Jax, come on, don't scare me."His voice wavered as he stopped in front of my desk, scanning the room."I'm here," I croaked, anchoring myself back into reality.Dante released a sigh of relief when he finally saw me."Are you okay?" He asked, and I grunted, pinching the bridge of my nose."For how long were you slipping this time?" He said as he poured me a glass of water and handed it over to me."Maybe thirty minutes?" I croaked, bringing the rim of the glass to my lips."It's getting worse. The old woman was right," he muttered.I didn't respond. What
CLARISSA Probing stares lingered on me as I stepped into the spacious school grounds, clutching at the straps of my backpack. I could hear them whispering to themselves, probably gossiping about how shabby I looked and how someone like me had sneaked into the Academy.That's right.I'd somehow made it to the Werewolf Academy after my bargain with my mate.He'd tried to talk me off my decision, but this was a matter of life and death.Lifting a hand, I knocked on the door of the registration office. A high-pitched voice responded, urging me to step in.When I strode in, I was greeted by the sight of a plus-sized red-haired woman. She wore thick-framed glasses and a red dress. On her table was a polished nameplate with the name 'Lauren Philips.'She eyed me from top to bottom with a look of barely concealed irritation."Are you lost?" She asked, her voice laced with impatience."I'm here for registration," I replied, and she frowned."Where's your invitation?" She asked.I froze.
JAXON Her offer was tempting. Too tempting. I didn't want to turn her down, especially since I could see beyond her mask of confidence. She was desperate. It could've been easy to say yes to her, but I couldn't bring myself to. Not when my fate was bound to my curse. Not when choosing her meant dragging her into the darkness that chained me."You're going to be late to class," I said with an impassive voice.Her expression faltered, hurt flashing in her purple eyes."Is this you rejecting me...and your child?" She demanded, angry tears filling her eyes.I could've made it clear to her without hurting her feelings, but I was afraid she wouldn't give up.Turning away from her, I moved towards my seat and sank into it, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest."You refused to listen when I warned you not to involve yourself with the Academy," I deadpanned. "Whatever happens from this moment on... it's on you."She let out a bitter chuckle, her fingers trembling as she wiped away a
A While Ago, CLARISSA "Hello there, Stray!" The mocking voice cut through the air, pulling me out of my thoughts. I froze, my grip tightening on my backpack. A few feet away stood a group of students dressed in expensive-looking designer clothes. From where I stood, I could tell that they were nothing but trouble. They reeked of arrogance and entitlement. It was too early to get into trouble, especially since it was still the first day of school. I was already upset because of my mate's rejection. Could my day get any worse? Clenching my fists, I kept my head down and veered in the opposite direction. Maybe if I ignored them, they'd leave me alone. In the blink of an eye, they were standing in front of me. They sneered at me, eyeing me from top to bottom like I was nothing but vermin. "Running already? That's not nice. We just wanted to get to know you," one of the guys said, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "Look, I don't know you, and I certainly don't want to
CLARISSA "She can't be here... not safe... for her baby..." Muffled sounds reached my ears as I slowly regained consciousness. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the glow of the medical bay's overhead lights. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, a sharp contrast to the smell of cigarettes that had assaulted my nostrils earlier. I was lying on a bed with a white blanket draped over my body, and there was a dull ache in my bones.Through the haze in my vision, I could see someone standing by my bedside with his back to me. He was speaking to a middle-aged woman who was wearing a medical coat.His companion walked away and left the room. Without glancing my way, he started to leave. But then, I reached out to grab the sleeve of his pale yellow shirt. His head whipped around, his eyes widening when they met mine."You're awake. That's a relief," he spoke softly, lowering himself onto the chair by the bedside."Thank you for...earlier," I croaked.He heaved a sigh,
JAXON I shouldn't have done it. In my desperation to silence her, I'd panicked. And in that split second, I'd let my control slip. "What the hell was that?" she snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Damn it. I should've had a better excuse ready. Something logical. Something that wouldn't make me look like the reckless, selfish bastard I felt like. Her lips had been softer than I expected, her breath warm and unsteady against mine. But the second I'd pulled away, reality had crashed down on me like a cold bucket of ice water. Against my better judgement, my desire had clouded my senses. Even now, I could still feel the ghost of her lips on mine. This wasn't right. Although she was my mate, she was still my student, and we were still within the walls of the academy. "Really? You're just going to toy with me like that?" she demanded, stepping back as though I physically repulsed her. "You were yelling." The words spilled from
CLARISSA Constant whispers and murmurs reached my ears each time I stepped out into the midst of the other students. They all looked at me like I was weird, like I was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. A new nickname had started to circulate. Queen of Ruin. Quickening my pace, I scoffed. How fitting. I needed somewhere quiet. Getting myself together was important at the moment. So, I headed into the empty art room, at least that's what I thought. When I stepped into the room, I was instantly greeted by a strong, overwhelming aura. Someone else was in the room. But where— My eyes darted to the corner of the room where a large table was located. Tense, I listened closely. Only then did I hear it. The erratic heartbeat of a person. Frowning, I stepped closer, shifting a large canvas out of the way. My heart lurched. There, curled under the table, was a boy. His light brown eyes were wide and unfocused, his body trembling as he rocked back and forth. A broken pair
CLARISSA I woke up sore the next morning, my body aching as if I had been in a fight. To my disappointment, the book I'd grabbed hadn't helped with anything. There was no information about the prophecy. I should've searched for a different book, but I'd been too uneasy about the feeling that someone had been watching me.A sharp twist in my stomach made me sit up. My throat burned as nausea clawed its way up, and I stumbled out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom before my body betrayed me.I gripped the cold porcelain, my fingers trembling as I emptied the contents of my stomach."Are you okay, Rissy?!" My roommates yelled, and all I could do was heave in response.The door to the bathroom opened, and Ruby stepped in to rub my back."You really don't look so good, Rissa. Maybe you should go to the medical bay," she said, and I groaned in annoyance.I hate being pregnant, I groaned internally."I'll be fine," I whispered, and she shook her head in concern, a worried look on
CLARISSA Something changed after Callum's visit. Though he didn't say anything concerning, the look on my mate's face had indicated that something was wrong. Still, no matter how much we asked him what was going on, he refused to speak. Instead, he decided to go home, saying he needed some rest.Jaxon's condition took a downward spiral from that moment.The days that followed bled into weeks and months. And worse, my mate began to spiral.He barely ate or slept. Instead, he seemed to be digging into some mysterious information.According to the book I'd taken from the archive, conjuring the twin moons was risky, and there was a high chance of me losing my life. Still, for Jaxon's sake, I wanted to try it. There was a good chance that I could be successful. But my mate wasn't having it.He stopped me from coming over to his house, and he also took the book from me. Little did he know that I'd taken screenshots just in case. And I was secretly practising and preparing for the r
JAXON My body didn't feel like mine. Even my thoughts were broken and disoriented, like they belonged on a shattered puzzle piece."...Jaxon?"I looked up, startled by the sound of a familiar raspy voice which had turned that way because of how much he used to smoke. Dorian.I blinked at him, wondering when he'd stepped into my office. Wait, what if he'd been here for a while already? What if my blackouts were getting worse?"Were you listening to me?" He asked, and I shook my head slowly.His gaze softened, and he drew closer to me. "You look...cold," he said, moving over to me. I zoned out as he picked up my coat from the hanger and placed it around my shoulders.I didn't realize how much I'd been freezing until I felt the warmth of the fabric."How long have you been here?" He asked, and he gave me a smile. "Barely two minutes. I just got here."Relief sank into me."What were you saying?" I asked him, and he sank into the seat in front of my desk."I was talking about the si
CLARISSA I was speechless, my emotions were clogging my throat so much that I could hardly breathe. Jaxon was mocking me. Why? Was it because I'd finally seen him for what he was? Clearly, he was no hero. I'd always known of his morally grey tendencies, but this...he was pushing it too far."Since you've got it all figured out, what are you waiting for?" He said, his eyes sparkling with mischief and barely restrained psychosis. "Kill me."I shook my head in disbelief, tears welling up in my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to assure me that his intentions were pure.He moved closer to me, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. "Do it."I brought a hand to his chest to push him away. "Stop it, Jaxon. Stop!" I screamed at him, my voice trembling. "Please..."He didn't flinch. He watched me, his head tilted, as if I were a puzzle he no longer cared to solve."This is not you," I croaked, and he arched a brow."And how do you know that? We're both strangers, don'
CLARISSA I was silently fuming. The voices around me had faded into the background, and I was lost in my own world. I still couldn't believe that despite how hard I'd tried to make Jaxon open up to me, he'd refused to tell me anything. Annoyed, I'd walked out of his property, determined to make it back to school on my own. But to my surprise, Dante had been sent to me. He'd driven me back to the academy."What's got you brooding like that?" Gwen asked, nudging me. I turned to look at her, forcing out a smile."It's nothing."Her frown deepened as she searched my eyes. "My lady, you shouldn't forget that I've known you for a very long time. There's no use lying to me," she said, and I heaved a sigh.I wasn't sure if it was okay to tell her my grievances, but I badly needed someone to rant to."Get up, let's go somewhere more private." She took my hand, steering me to my feet. Together, we both left the classroom. She led me to the school's orchard, where we settled down under
JAXON That look on Clarissa's face struck me like thunder. It was a mix of disbelief and distrust. My gaze drifted and rested on Callum, the one who'd clearly planted the seeds of doubt. He'd hinted at all the things I couldn't bear to talk about, and now, I was torn. Clarissa lowered her gaze, unable to look me in the eye. "Let's go, Professor Hale," she said, and I stiffened. It felt as though she'd just created a barrier between the two of us. I followed after her as she walked away from Callum, who reeked of desperation. He'd always been at loggerheads with me for no clear reason. And now, he'd taken things too far, making me realize just how far he would go to take me down.Once my mate and I had settled down in the car, I drove off. The tension between us was suffocating."Did you...hear everything Callum said?" Clarissa asked, awkwardly clearing her throat.Was she trying to set up a confrontation? Knowing her, she would much rather ask questions than keep to herself.I
CLARISSA They couldn't believe it. In their sight, a mere omega had subdued an alpha. Aaron, who was kneeling before me, was trying so hard to defy my command, but his body was quickly betraying him. Blood was oozing from his nose and ears as he grunted, his brows creased with determination. Finally, his body collapsed to the ground, breaking under the weight of my power. If this wasn't a training, I would've asked him to crawl to me and apologize for everything he did to Tara and me. But now wasn't the right time."Is there anyone else who would like to challenge her?" General Vale asked, and three third-year alpha bloods stepped out. They were tall and leanly muscular. They had mischievous smirks on their faces."Clarissa Nightbourne, we are the future Alphas of the Night Flame Pack," the first one said, and I raised a brow, surprised.I'd heard of the notorious princes of the Night Flame Pack. Three brothers who were literally joined at the hip. Their reputation spoke of noth
CLARISSA I should've known. Damnit, how could I be so gullible? Stefan smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "Unfortunately, your kindness has led you into my trap," he drawled, and I clenched my fists, rage simmering inside of me. Half an hour ago, I'd received a message from an unknown number, telling me that my friends were in danger. I'd been overcome with worry, so much that I'd dived right into danger without reaching out to my allies. Jaxon would definitely be pissed off if he knew what I'd just done.I heaved a sigh, already feeling a headache coming on. "What do you want, Stefan?""How are you still standing? You should've been sedated by now," he said, his voice laced with disbelief."It's shocking how you've learnt nothing, even after everything that happened between the two of us. Are you really that hungry for your own death?" I droned.He shrugged, his gaze roaming over my features with an unreadable expression on his face. "Marry—"I cut him off instantly
JAXON Clarissa held me in her arms as I shivered under the blankets, my teeth chattering. I'd just stepped out of a freezing shower, hoping the shock would numb the fever clawing through me—but it hadn't. If anything, it had made things worse.My breathing came in short, strained gasps, my eyes squeezed close. Yet, even in my agony, Clarissa's sweet scent kept me grounded and prevented me from slipping. She didn't know this, but I'd been at the verge of entering the void. But the moment she'd rushed into my office, her presence had held me back. And now, the whiplash was beating down on me with an intensity I'd never experienced before. It felt as though I was dying."Stay with me, Jaxon," Clarissa whispered, running her hand over my bicep. She pressed a lingering kiss to my burning forehead.After a while, I stopped shivering. I was drenched in sweat now. And at the same time, I was as weak as a newborn kitten...which was a first for me.My mate gently lowered the blanket and p
CLARISSA My mind was reeling, my thoughts overwhelming. I couldn't wrap my head around everything I'd just heard."Surprisingly, the three players your friend mentioned are somehow connected to the academy," Zoey said, and I swallowed hard. I turned to look at Jaxon, who was watching me with a worried look on his face."What about Professor Storm? You mentioned something about looking into her personal information," I told him."About that..." his expression faltered.A few minutes later, we were standing inside his basement. A basement I didn't know he had. The stone walls were cold and unnerving. The space itself sent unwelcome shivers through me.It struck me then how much I still didn't know about my mate.And yet... I wasn't afraid of him.Not truly.There was darkness here, yes, but not the kind that made me want to run. His darkness didn't threaten me—it shielded me. I didn't need to know all the pieces of him to understand one truth: he would go to terrifying lengths