“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
As awed as I was by the sight before me—the sea of wildflowers stretching into the horizon, catching the golden light like something out of a dream—I couldn’t help but notice that Elijah had gone still. Not with wonder, but with a strange, distant vacancy. His body was here, but something in his eyes… wasn’t. I looked down at him from where he held me. “Are you okay?” He didn’t answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the field, his features emptied of the emotion that had softened it ever since we left the library. There was a beat of silence, then, slowly, he nodded and bent to set me down. The flowers swayed gently beneath my feet, brushing my shins like whispers. The earth was soft—unlike the sharp stones and hard paths I’d expected. I glanced down at the delicate blooms, admiring the colour and fragileness of them. I looked up to say something to Elijah, but when I turned back to look for him—he was gone. Not entirely. Just… walking away. “Elijah!” I called out, hea
“You’re driving?” I heard Lenora ask from behind me. I only turned my head to the side slightly as I replied, “Yeah, it’s kinda far.” I heard her mumble something under her breath, and a smile almost graced my lips—almost. There was silence for a moment… then, “Should I be worried?” This time, I chuckled and turned around fully, regretting the action almost immediately. I could still feel the heat of her palm cradled in mine, and with her looking like that—her dark hair loose and curly, falling all over her shoulders—it was taking the little self-control I had left not to grab that hand again, yank her to me, and make a mess of what was left of her lipstick. It was such a fucking ridiculous idea to hold her hand. Lenora’s eyebrow jumped up, and she reached up to push back the errant strands of her hair that fell across her face. In the process, the collar of her shirt shifted, and I caught sight of her mark again. Irritation filled my throat. “I’m not going to hu
With the gala drawing closer and closer, I had less and less time to do anything other than sit through faculty ‘meetings’ that were really just a congregation of Evelyn’s most devout followers swapping basic ideas and acting like it was groundbreaking. Anytime someone other than her dared to speak, they were shut down explicitly—but none more so than me.Though I was silenced rather rudely most of the time, I was also the one forced to run most of the errands and do all the actual planning. When I asked why, an older professor looked me dead in the eyes and said it was because I was the newest addition to the faculty, therefore it was only right.And who was I to argue?I did as asked—made calls, ran around campus, juggled my classes and sessions with Elijah—all while enduring every backhanded comment with gritted teeth. And yet, as expected, there was no gratitude. Not from the faculty members, and certainly not from the Dean, who nitpicked everything I did.In short, I was tired. T
I was out of pills again. I pulled out the top drawer in my room and yanked out the pill bottle, scowling when I found it empty. With a curse, I threw it atop the many other bottles and took a step back, falling onto my bed. Luka had come an hour ago to grab his things. I’d considered using that time to talk to him and take Burke’s advice to “fix” it, but I’d ended up just hiding in my room while he and Neil packed. When they were done, Luka left immediately, and Neil stopped by my room to tell me in a small voice that they were leaving. He also told me about Luka’s recent issues with his father. When Neil left, I’d walked out to see what was left of Luka’s room—and it was almost nothing. A few of his clothes were still there. A few t-shirts, a pair of sneakers, a watch, a couple empty notebooks. But none of the things that really made the space his. Not the weird cactus-shaped lamp, not the horror movie posters he used to tape onto the wall with surgical precision, not the worn-o
Burke didn’t keep me in his office for much longer. Since I’d skipped previous practices and team meetings, he gave me a basic rundown for the next month—information I should’ve already known as captain. Information he’d already shared with the others.The faculty gala was coming up and, as usual, on the final day there would be a football game between our school and another college from our pack. Burke handed me the papers detailing the plays, then gave me the kind of scolding that didn’t raise his voice but somehow still made me feel ten inches tall.I took it. Quietly.After everything, I deserved worse. Any other coach would have had me kicked off the team given how often I missed practice. Before letting me go, he handed me a bottle of iced coffee—cold enough that condensation slid over my fingers—and muttered, “Fix things with Luka. Whatever the hell’s going on, it’s not helping either of you to be at odds.”I didn’t say anything in response, mostly because I didn’t know if I c
And deal with it, I did. Football practice was over, and after a short speech, Coach Burke dismissed us… or, well—everyone except me. I stayed behind, dragging my feet across the dew-damp grass as the others dispersed with laughter and shoulder bumps. I could hear Hunter’s voice somewhere in the distance, too loud and too smug. I ignored it. Coach Burke’s office was the only place on campus that felt remotely like a safe space. Cluttered with the smell of sweat, old wood, and varnished leather, it was messy in a way that didn’t ask anything of me. I stepped inside and took a long breath. The shelves were still lined with trophies from generations before me, with faded photographs of former players pinned up like aging ghosts. Medals, ribbons, a cracked hockey puck with someone’s initials carved into it—everything was packed in there. The couch was more of a suggestion than an actual seat. I opted for the chair in front of his desk, nudging aside a stray basketball with the toe
By the time the last student left my class, I was ready to fall apart.I didn’t let myself. I smiled, stacked the graded assignments with aching precision, and turned off my laptop and projector as properly as I could. I took my time. I stayed long after the lecture had ended, alone in the classroom with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like bees inside my skull. The silence should have helped. It didn’t.The day had started badly and snowballed into something worse. I’d barely made it to class on time, and the moment I stepped into the lecture hall, I knew the rumors hadn’t died.They’d grown teeth.Someone near the back had whistled under their breath when I walked in. Another muttered something about parties and princes, loud enough for half the room to hear. A third leaned toward me and interrupted during an explanation, just to ask with a smirk if I’d be willing to pick him up from the next party too—or was that service reserved for royalty only?The entire room had snicke
Victor North was dying.And I was the only person who could save him.I wondered who else knew.Izaak, obviously. The imposing, bald man had stood stock-still the entire time, his expression unreadable, as if Victor hadn’t just revealed that he was rotting from the inside out. But then again, even if he had felt anything, I would never know. Izaak was a wall. A loyal weapon. And Victor’s secrets were clearly buried deep within his chest.But what about Elijah?Did he know his father was dying?Did he suspect?Would he care?I thought about Elijah’s cool stares—that night at dinner—the way he sat, subdued and oppressed in his father’s presence, the way he receded inward whenever anything regarding his father was even breathed near him. I thought about the way he pulled away from conversations involving the scars hidden beneath his clothes, guarded like he was protecting something fragile inside himself.Maybe he already knew.Or maybe, like the rest of the pack, he still believed Victo
When my mother was pregnant with me, my parents visited the goddess’s temple, as was customary for every child born in the werewolf community.They had tried and failed for six long years to conceive—two miscarriages, countless priestly consultations, endless late-night prayers whispered into the dark. After multiple visits to both the temple and the pack gynaecologist, they finally managed to have me—a child who lasted longer than four months in the womb. Unlike the others.It wasn’t normal for werewolves to miscarry. And since my parents were mates, conception should never have been an issue. Their case was a mystery, one that made my survival even more precious. Even more terrifying.By the time they approached the temple, their hearts were raw with grief but beating with desperate hope.My mother knelt at the altar, eyes squeezed shut. The priestess beside her offered a soft, reassuring smile. Her hands were folded in solemn prayer, her lips moving with practiced speed as she murm