“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
“What was she doing here?” Luke muttered as we made our way up the winding steps of North Manor and to the hallway where the bedrooms were. “And what did your father mean when he mentioned a debt?” “I don’t know,” I muttered, lost in thought and worry. “Elijah,” Luka clasped a hand around my arm, stopping me. His bright grey eyes bore into me, reading every thought, every worry, every emotion hidden beneath my skin. Luka was the only person who could read me like that, well, Luka and Lenora. Who was still in the dining room with my father? My father brought her here, to announce that she would be my tutor. But that still didn’t answer the new questions that cropped up in my head, who was she? Clearly, not just a professor if she was in his ‘debt’. “Who is she?” Luka asked. “I don’t know. My father didn’t—” “No, I mean to you,” he interrupted. “I’m not blind, I could see the way you were looking at her. And in class that day—” “Luka,” Beta Sharpe’s baritone voice carried dow
“Fuck you, Luka!” She finally managed to rip herself away from him and ran toward the door. I moved toward her, but she yanked it open before I could stop her—only to freeze when she saw someone standing right outside. I looked over her head and caught sight of Lenora, standing motionless in the doorway, her expression surprised. She took a step back, eyes darting between my sister and me. “I… I’m sorry. I was just about to knock.” My gaze latched onto Lenora, scanning for any signs that she might be hurt. There were none—except her hair was distinctly unbound, like someone had run their hands through it. My jaw clenched. My wolf stirred, irritated by the sight. Sophie’s body tensed. Before she could pounce on the professor, I grabbed her arms and gently pushed her toward Luka. “We’ll talk later.” She parted her lips, maybe to scream at me or curse again, but I would never know. I walked out and slammed the door behind me, leaving only Lenora and me in the hallway. “I’m sorry,”
“And that will be all for today,” I said cheerfully, much to the relief of everyone seated in the lecture hall. “Make sure to read pages eight through twenty-five of your textbooks before our next class. I expect active participation.”The sighs of relief quickly turned into tormented groans.“Professor, I lost my textbook…” a student piped up over the grumbles, batting his eyelashes at me in an exaggerated display of innocence. “May I be exempt from the discussion?”“You can borrow one from the library, or you can borrow mine,” I replied pleasantly, extending my textbook as he passed.He grumbled and took it, much to the amusement of the rest of the class.A small smile crept onto my lips but faded just as quickly when a certain golden-eyed student walked past my desk.Elijah.The moment of hesitation stretched between us before I called out, “Elijah North, please wait. I want to have a word with you.”He froze mid-step. His friends—most of them grinning—nudged him as they left, maki
I drove home in silence, the weight of last night pressing down on me like a boulder. The streets were empty, washed in the dull glow of streetlights, but my mind was anything but. It was a mess of fragmented memories, guilt gnawing at me with every turn of the wheel.After leaving the room—leaving them—I hadn’t even stopped to think. I just needed to get out, needed to be anywhere but there. The feel of Sarah’s skin still clung to mine like filth, and no matter how many times I wiped my palms against my jeans, I still felt unclean.My head throbbed, a dull pounding at the base of my skull, and my stomach churned with a mixture of exhaustion, nausea, and shame. I barely remembered the drive itself—just the sharp focus on the road, on getting home. On getting away.By the time I pulled up to my apartment, my hands were shaking against the steering wheel. I exhaled sharply, resting my forehead against it for a brief second before forcing myself to move. Just get inside. Shower. Figure o
I only remembered bits and pieces of yesterday.Whatever drugs I took, they were strong enough to wipe most of it clean. The entire day was a blur—just short gaps, fragmented bursts of sound, movement and images slipping through my mind like sand through my fingers.I remembered Friday morning. That part was clear. My only class, then heading back to train with my father. Another mission. An interrogation.There had been someone—someone we’d caught. I couldn’t remember who, or what they did, but I remembered the room. The heavy scent of sweat, blood, and fear clinging to the walls. My father’s voice, low and cold, as he demanded answers. The sharp crack of bone snapping. The sound of a man’s screams ringing in my ears. I remember him pleading. And I remembered myself. Standing there, watching. My stomach twisting. My hands clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.I don’t remember what he did to them in the end. If they lived or died. I didn’t remeber if I’d joined in, I
I found him near the back of the room.Elijah was sprawled out on a couch, surrounded by a crowd of students talking and jeering, bodies leaning into each other in drunken familiarity.But my gaze was fixed on him. His head was tipped back, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. His shirt was rumpled, his pupils blown wide, and from the dazed look in his eyes, he was completely out of his mind.And Sarah was stretched out across his lap.She draped herself over him like she belonged there, her fingers trailing across his chest, nails skimming the exposed skin at the base of his throat. She whispered something low and teasing, and Elijah let out a slow chuckle, his hand coming up to rest on her hip.My throat tightened. Irritation surged through me—hot, possessive, irrational. I tamped it down, forcing myself to focus, but before I could move, someone spotted me.A whistle pierced the air.Laughter followed. Heads turned. And then Elijah’s gaze landed on me.He stared for a moment, blinking
After assuring Morgan that I was fine—and mostly unaffected by what I dismissed as a childish attempt to rattle me—she reluctantly let it go. She muttered one last string of curses for the “unfortunate bastards who thought they were funny” before heading home.I watched her go, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the tension still coiled in my chest. I wasn’t used to having someone stand up for me so openly, to have someone express their anger for me instead of at me.The only person who had ever looked out for me before was Jessie. But even then, her concern had always been cautious, hidden beneath careful words and fleeting glances. Our friendship had been something fragile, something that could only exist in stolen moments—moments when we were sure Marcus or his people weren’t watching, when we knew we wouldn’t be punished for it.Outside those moments, Jessie could only watch with pitying eyes as I was yanked around and abused.Long after Morgan had left, I remained at my des
This might be the longest week of my life.The days dragged by, each one slower than the last, as I counted down to Saturday. Every morning, I woke with the same thought: One day closer. And every night, as I lay awake staring at the ceiling, the same questions turned over in my mind. How was Victor planning to get Jessie out? Would he even follow through? And what would he want from me once he did?I was relieved he’d agreed to help—I had no other options, and I knew that without him, Jessie’s fate was sealed. But that relief was laced with unease, a steady undercurrent of anxiety that never fully left me. I owed him too much already. The only reason I was still here, still breathing, was because of him. How much more would he demand?I could imagine the possibilities. Maybe he’d ask me to keep an even closer watch on Elijah, to report on more than just his grades. Maybe he’d expect me to use my position, to influence people on his behalf. Or maybe it would be something worse—somethi
I decided to call in sick for the next three days while I figured everything out.Technically, it wasn’t a lie—I was sick. Sick to my stomach, staring at the picture of Jessie, bruised, battered, and covered in blood. I stared at it for a long time, as if, if I just kept looking, the image would shift, distort—until suddenly, I’d realize it wasn’t really her.But no matter how long I sat in the middle of my living room, gripping my phone so tightly my fingers ached, the picture never changed. If anything, the longer I stared, the more I became convinced that the woman in the image was Jessie. And the sicker I felt.I tried texting the number back several times, but none of my messages went through. The number was private, untraceable—I couldn’t call it, nor could I get someone else to track it.I was lost.And after exhausting every option I could think of, I realized I had only two left.One: I could give up, return to Marcus, and face whatever punishment he had waiting for me.Or tw
I spent the entirety of the day before high as a fucking kite, which meant I’d woken up this morning with a splitting headache and a mouth as dry as sandpaper. But still, by six a.m., I was up and ready for today’s bout of succession training—which included a sparring session with Luka and an “opportunity” to sit in on a council meeting. Or, as I liked to call it, a front-row seat to corruption in HD.The council was meant to be a system of checks and balances, a governing body that ensured the Alpha and Luna didn’t wield absolute power. In theory, they were supposed to be the voice of the people, holding leaders accountable, ensuring justice. But that only worked when the council wasn’t rotten to its core.Most of them were deep in my father’s pocket, their loyalty bought with power, fear, or the simple promise of indulgence. They turned a blind eye to his worst atrocities, some even partaking in them. I’d seen their faces at his events, standing in the shadows, sipping expensive whi
“Alright, that’s it for today,” I announced, closing my textbook with a decisive snap. The room filled with the familiar sounds of rustling papers and scraping chairs as students gathered their things. I let out a small breath of relief, it was a miracle in and of itself that I’d managed to complete today’s class without passing out in fatigue. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, my thoughts had been occupied by a certain golden-eyed Alpha Prince and the bruises that marred his body. I let my gaze sweep across the room and found him in the same place he sat in yesterday. A front seat, tucked away in the corner of the class, like the others he was shoving his materials back into his book bag. Unlike the others, his movements were just a little bit jerky, a small indicator of the horrifying wounds hidden beneath his sweater. I gave myself a moment this time, trying to figure out what my actions would look like to him. But no matter how I tried to push it aside, my actions s
And then, without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the cafeteria. No one moved. No one spoke. I didn’t realize I had already made my decision until I was already on my feet. Morgan shot me a look, but she didn’t say anything as I grabbed my bag and followed. — “Elijah!” My voice rang through the empty hallway, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he picked up his pace. I hurried after him, weaving past stray students lingering near their lockers, my heartbeat quickening as the distance between us grew. He was fast—too fast. It was like he didn’t even hear me, or maybe he just didn’t care. “Elijah, wait!” I nearly tripped as I rounded a corner, my breath coming in short bursts. My pulse pounded in my ears as I caught sight of him again, but then— He was gone. I skidded to a stop, scanning the empty corridor. Silence pressed down around me, thick and suffocating. For a moment, I thought I’d lost him completely. And then I felt it—something subtle, a