“And that marks the end of our first class together,” I said, forcing a tight smile as I glanced out at the room. My gaze deliberately skipped over the seat I was painfully aware he was sitting in. Elijah. His name echoed through my mind, bringing with it an intoxicating rush of awareness. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and unrelenting, and it made me both self-conscious and emboldened. His words from last night drifted through my thoughts like a whisper I couldn’t ignore. “You seem competent. I think you’ll do great at your job.” If only either of us had known that my job would involve tutoring him until he graduated. Fuck. The word had been a constant refrain in my head since I walked into the lecture hall. It was the only thing that adequately captured how I felt. Perfectly and utterly fucked. Not just because of last night—but because of now. Because of the inexplicable pull I felt toward him. A pull that made me want to keep stealing glances his way, just to see
Two Months Ago The hardwood floors made my knees ache, and a small pool of water was forming beneath me as droplets dripped from my hair and clothes. My arms were tightly wrapped around myself. The heater was working—I could see the soft glow of warmth emanating from the vents—and yet, I was cold. Maybe it was the rainwater seeping into my skin, or maybe it was the icy stare of the man in front of me. Victor North circled me slowly, his Beta standing a few feet away along with several pack warriors. Their gazes were sharp, assessing, critical in their perusal. I wondered if they could somehow tell that beneath my soaked clothes, my skin was marred with bruises and wounds. “A female from the Shadow Gulf Pack?” Victor finally spoke. He stopped in front of me, leaning down slightly, his head tilted as he studied my face. I quickly looked down and dug my fingers into my side. “I… I didn’t… c-come—” I wasn’t sure if I was stuttering from the cold or from being in Victor North’s
‘If I get even the slightest hint that you’re more trouble than you’re worth, you will be returned to Shadow Gulf.’ And those were the words that played over and over in my head as I poured myself a mug of coffee from the faculty lounge pot, reminding myself exactly why getting involved with Elijah would only lead to disaster. It didn’t matter how quickly my pulse raced when he was near, how something deep within me stirred whenever he looked at me. I couldn’t afford to let myself be swayed—not by his presence, not by the warmth curling in my stomach when I thought of him, nor by the sparks that sizzled between us whenever our eyes met. My mind drifted to that moment in the office just hours ago. I could almost feel the brush of his hand against mine. What was this between us, exactly? Attraction? Lust? Maybe I would be able to tell the difference if I had actually, properly experienced both emotions before. “Hey!” A cheerful voice yanked me out of my thoughts. I jumped
“Mr. North, I’m quite worried about you,” Dean Smith said, his round face squeezed into what he clearly thought was a concerned expression. He glanced down at the notes in front of him, shook his head, then looked back up. “Your grades have been slipping, your participation in class has plummeted, and recently, your coach mentioned that you’ve been missing practice.” I barely heard him. My gaze drifted past his face to the large window behind him, and I tipped my head slightly to the side. “I’ve been occupied.” With drugs and my own self-destructive behavior, but occupied nonetheless. “I’m aware,” he cleared his throat. “I was informed that your succession training would be starting earlier than scheduled, and I understand that balancing that with school isn’t easy—” “It isn’t,” I cut in flatly. “I’m aware,” he repeated, though he sounded unsure of his own words. He cleared his throat again. I might’ve felt bad for being so short with him if I hadn’t seen him grinning ear
“Thank you, Dean Smith,” I said with a smile. The man gave me a dismissive wave as I shut the door behind me. The moment I was out of his sight, my smile faded, and I became acutely aware of the envelope tucked inside the folder he had given me. I moved swiftly, slipping away from the main hallway until I found a quiet corner. With quick, precise movements, I tore the envelope open. Two items slid into my palm. A card detailing a dress code and a name. And a letter. I scanned the card briefly before turning my attention to the letter, expecting Victor to finally call in his debt. Instead, it was a dinner invitation—blunt and to the point. I was to be at his house on Saturday at 6 p.m., no later. There was no mention of who else would be there or the purpose of the dinner. Just the summons. I exhaled sharply and leaned against the wall, falling into the same stance I had found Elijah in just an hour ago. Elijah. I thought back to the way he had looked—shoulders tense, breath
As much as I would have loved to ignore Victor’s dinner invitation, I knew better than to test the Alpha’s patience. So, at 4 p.m. on Saturday, I got dressed and went to the address printed on the back of the card. It was a boutique. Just from the name alone, I could tell it was the kind of place I would have been able to afford in my past life—but certainly not in this one. So, I walked in without a sense of wonder and gave the woman at the front desk the name written on the card. She quickly directed me to a private dressing room tucked away in the farthest corner of the boutique, and within minutes, they got to work. My hair was styled into an elaborate updo, my face dusted with makeup and some kind of powder that made my skin glow. Then, they spritzed me with perfume before slipping me into a black dress, paired with matching black heels and earrings made of shiny black diamonds. By the time they were done, I barely recognized myself. The stylists seemed pleased, mistaking th
“I’m sure most of you at this table are acquainted with Professor Monroe by now?” Victor spoke, his voice laced with an emotion I couldn’t place, nor did I care to. I was too busy gripping my spoon, trying to contain the emotions raging within me.I’d spent most of yesterday trying to figure out what was in that letter my father had sent to Lenora. Now, it seemed like I had my answer.An invitation to dinner. Not just any dinner, but one of these dinners—overly dramatic events where he picked apart Sophie and me like carrion. But what was he playing at? Did he know what had happened between Lenora and me? Or did they know each other? And if they did, what was their connection? Why didn’t Lenora give any indication?The questions swirled in my head, overwhelming me so much that I didn’t even realize my father had asked a question until Luka replied.“Yes, Alpha,” Luka said, his eyes snapping to me, wide and begging me to respond.I nodded stiffly, struggling to keep my emotions in chec
“No!” The word burst from my lips before I could stop it. Beneath me, I felt Victor tense. Inwardly, I cursed and scrambled off him, ignoring the ghost of his fingers skimming my waist as I pulled away. The moment my heels met the cool tile, a tight knot of tension unraveled in my chest. I could breathe again. Pleased to finally be away from him—this cruel, unpredictable man who had spent the last hour tearing into Elijah and Sophie—I forced myself to stand tall. I wasn’t a stranger to cruel parents, far from it, but Victor was something else entirely. The rage I’d felt watching him dismantle them with nothing but words, the helplessness of sitting there while he chipped away at them, had only been swept aside by the sheer audacity of his latest command. Now, my body trembled for an entirely different reason. “I apologize, Alpha,” I said, dipping my head in a show of remorse. “But I’m afraid I can’t do as you ask.” “Oh?” Victor’s voice was mild, but something in it made my stoma
I was late.By the time I walked into the library where our session was supposed to take place, the sun had set, casting long shadows through the tall windows, and I was already thirty minutes behind schedule.The library was mostly empty, much like last time, the only lights on were the ones near where Lenora sat, hunched over a spread of textbooks and papers. Her brows were creased in concentration as she absorbed the contents in front of her, unaware of my presence.I stood still for a moment, watching her. The smooth curve of her shoulders, the way her hair spilled over them, unbound and soft in the dim lighting. The way she absentmindedly tapped her pen against the wooden table, her lips caught between her teeth as she shifted in her seat.Every gesture, every movement, insignificant as it was, held my attention.Luka’s voice echoed in my head. Leave it in the past.I wished I could. But it was like the moment I was anywhere near her, my own convictions melted into nothing.She w
Sophie wasn’t answering my calls.I rubbed a hand over my mouth, staring at my phone—the string of unanswered texts, each one marked as seen.Leave it, I told myself. Give her time. She’ll call you back.Before the thought even settled, I was already pressing the call button again. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Four—The line went dead.Cursing under my breath, I hung my head, squeezing my eyes shut.Sophie and I hadn’t spoken since the night she broke down at home. Not because I hadn’t tried, but because she didn’t want to. She avoided me at school, ignored my calls, and even when I went to her apartment, she wouldn’t let me in. I spent hours knocking, pleading, trying to get through to her, but nothing.Hell, that was why I was late to school that day—why I ran into Lenora. I’d been outside Sophie’s door for hours, hoping she’d cave. But she didn’t.And since she lived alone and had no friends, I had no one to call to check on her.Cameron was an option, but a dangerous
Without really thinking, I followed the sound down the hallway, my pulse picking up when it became clearer—so soft and broken that it made something tighten in my chest.A few more steps forward, and then I rounded the corner and froze.Sophie North was curled into herself, sobbing into her palms, trembling with the force of her cries.I stood there for a moment, lips parted as concern and the urge to just turn around and mind my business warred within me.On one hand, I couldn’t bring myself to ignore her—the image of her terrified face at dinner nearly a week ago still haunted me. It was clear that Sophie North was a very, very sad girl, and there was something about her that reminded me of… well, me. And that alone compelled me to take a small step forward, lips parting to call her name.But something stopped me.On the other hand, she was Victor North’s daughter, and showing concern probably meant weaving myself even deeper into her family’s complicated dynamics.I was already for
“Of course,” Elijah murmured to himself when we were forced to stop at a red light.My eyes unconsciously trailed over to him as his muscles flexed and bunched when he maneuvered the gear shift, then lifted a hand to run it through his hair. Unruly dark strands fell over golden eyes that darted in my direction—like he could feel my stare—and then crinkled when he realized he’d caught me staring for what might have been the fifteenth time in what was supposed to be a short drive.My eyes narrowed at the thought. This was supposed to be a short drive.“Somehow, the drive there seems a lot longer than when I’m walking,” I said pointedly.He grinned, utterly shameless. “Strange, isn’t it?”I should have been more irritated that he was deliberately delaying our arrival at school, but something about the thought of spending more time with him didn’t seem so thoroughly unpleasant—even though I wanted to convince myself that it was.“You never did answer my question, Professor. How come you’r
But… I did end up having to leave that spot when fatigue made my figure hunch over, and the image of my darkened living room started to blur as sleep slowly took over my vision.Still, I took slow, cautious steps back to my room, checking every corner as I went. I had almost convinced myself that I’d simply forgotten to lock the door and that the feeling of my home being invaded was just paranoia. But at the same time, every muscle in my body remained coiled with anticipation and fear.The slightest noise—a creak of the floorboards, the faintest shift of air—had me jolting upright, fingers twitching toward the knife that now had a permanent place on my bedside table.It was almost funny. I hadn’t been this jumpy since I left Shadow Gulf. Back in my home pack, I had lived in a constant state of tension, flinching at the smallest movement, jolting at the sound of approaching footsteps.It was how you learned to survive when raised hands were always poised to strike.Since moving to Lupi
After double checking to make sure the doors were properly locked, I packed up my things and made my way back to my apartment. It was as dark as you’d expect it to be at 9pm. The streets were only dimly lit by the streetlights hanging overhead and barely anyone was out and about except a few people walking their dogs or the occasional car speeding past. Maybe I would have found the combination of all of these things scary if my mind wasn’t in a whole other place entirely, a place it probably shouldn’t be—back in the library with Elijah leaning forward to grab my hand. I tried to shake off the memory by visibly shaking my head as if that could dislodge it—anyone who walked past me right at that moment would probably think I was crazy—but not matter what I did, I could still feel the warmth of his hand against mine. The tantalising sparks, the smoothness of his skin when he cradled my palm in his and I could remeber the temptation I felt… the temptation to beg him to let his arms tr
The library was eerily quiet at this hour, the dim glow of overhead lamps casting elongated shadows across the wooden tables. It was the perfect setting for an undisturbed study session—isolated, structured, predictable.Which was why Elijah North did not belong here.He sprawled in his chair like he had nowhere better to be, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other drumming absentmindedly against the wooden table.Dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt and loose sweatpants, his tousled hair fell over his golden eyes, his demeanor relaxed. And yet, his gaze was fixed on me.It was just the two of us in the library. The librarian had handed me the keys before she left, droning on about making sure nothing was damaged and reminding me to lock up when I was done.I had been surprised to find Elijah already waiting when I arrived. I might’ve thought it was his enthusiasm for learning finally shining through, but the mischievous glint in his eyes when I approached with a stack of
“Elijah,” she called, her voice sugary sweet, her smile so wide I almost expected it to stretch too far. Her eyes flickered to Luka for a fraction of a second before they locked back on me, completely dismissing him. It was as if he were invisible. Luka scoffed and walked off, muttering something under his breath that sounded like, “Good luck,” but it was clear he didn’t need to stick around for this. I didn’t blame him. She stopped just a few feet from me, the space between us suddenly feeling too small, too heavy. Before I could even open my mouth, she leaned forward. Her arms slid around my neck, and her body pressed against mine with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. I stiffened instinctively, confusion mixing with an unsettling sense of repulsion I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t disgust, not exactly, but it was the last thing I wanted—her. Not now. Not anymore. When she pulled back to look at me, she tried to close the gap again, her lips parting, but I leaned back, instin
Even when she disappeared from sight, even when I knew she was gone, I kept staring after her, my heart hammering, my blood roaring, my wolf restless with the loss. And that’s when something—or someone—slammed into me, knocking me off my feet and sending me sprawling onto the grassy earth. I heard gasps resound from around me and had to squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from screaming when pain shot through my injured shoulder. Above me, I heard Luka curse, then yell at someone. “What the fuck was that, Hunter?” Ah, of course, it was him. My eyes flew open, and I looked up to see Luka staring down the vice-captain with tension lining his shoulders. Around us, the rest of the team had drawn closer, including the spectators from the bleachers. “What? It was an accident,” Hunter said, not even bothering to lie. His tone dripped with mockery as he stared down at me. “But he could’ve easily dodged me… y’know, if he’d been paying any attention.” I got up, my movements flui