What if your nightmares were memories of past lives? Every night, Ethan Laurent dreams of the same girl dying in his arms. Every night, he fails to save her. And every morning, he wakes up with the taste of her blood on his lips and a name he can't remember. As the powerful heir to one of the strongest werewolf bloodlines, Ethan has everything - looks, status, and a reputation that makes every girl at LuxeMount Academy want him. But he's hiding something dark behind that perfect face. Then Lydia Bailey shows up, and suddenly his carefully controlled world starts cracking. There's just one tiny problem: every time they get close, history tries to repeat itself. And this time? They're running out of chances to get it right. Can they break the cycle before it destroys them both? Or were they doomed from the start?
Voir plusLydia jumped at every noise as they walked to Fay's cabin. She kept thinking about Alain's cut-off head."You feel it too?" Ethan asked.Lydia nodded. "These woods feel wrong." The air felt sticky. "Like eyes are watching.""They are," Ethan said."What do you mean?""Look at the tree." He pointed.At first, Lydia saw nothing odd. Then she saw it, a face in the bark with empty eyes and an open mouth. She stepped closer, thinking it was just shadows.Then it blinked. Lydia fell back against Ethan. He held her shoulders."Don't look too long," he said softly. "The more you look, the more they see you.""What are they?" Lydia whispered."I don't know yet," Ethan said.As they walked, Lydia saw faces in all the trees. Some looked asleep, others watched them. None looked human."I've never seen this," she said. "This isn't normal, right?""Right," Ethan agreed. "Something opened a door that should've stayed closed."The path got smaller. Ethan went first with Lydia behind. She looked at hi
Lydia lay still, staring at the ceiling, feeling like her entire body had been drained of energy. What the hell had she been thinkingHer stomach twisted with embarrassment and shame wrapped tightly around her chest. Ethan’s words echoed in her mind, each one a fresh-cut“I would not touch you even if you begged."She squeezed her eyes shut. She had humiliated herself. She had let him see too much, let her emotions slip when she should have known better. And for what? A man who saw her as a burden? A joke?She turned onto her side, pressing her face into the pillow. God, let me disappearBy the time the first light slipped through the window, Lydia had not slept at all. Her eyes burned, her head ached, and she was emotionally wrecked.Her phone vibrated. She forced herself to sit up, grabbing it with shaking fingers.Ethan: Meet me outside in 30 minutes.Her heart dropped. She groaned and buried her face in the pillow, like hiding would somehow erase the absolute disaster of last nigh
Lydia could not sleep. She lay on her side, staring at the beam of the ceiling, she felt like several eyes were watching her all at once.Her finger curled around the blanket. Grimholt was too strange, and she could feel it deep within her bones. She rolled onto her back and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. No missed calls. No messages. The unease sitting in her stomach was not going away so she did the only thing she could think of and that was calling Vanessa It rang and rang then went to voicemail. Lydia chewed her lips, debating whether to leave a message, but ended up hanging up instead. She needed any form of distraction and Mason came to mind. She hesitated for only a second before giving in and calling him He picked up on the first ring “Woah, that was so fast,” Lydia said, forcing a weak laugh “Gotta stay alert. Never know when someone needs rescuing,” Mason joked but there was something else in his voice. “You okay?”“Not really,” she sat up, pulling her knees c
With her legs bent in front, Lydia supported her forehead by pressing it against her kneecaps. Every muscle in her body felt completely exhausted. She fell asleep momentarily before being awoken by a hard knock on the door.Her heartbeat spiked as panic took over. Alexandra? Her friends? Someone else ready to humiliate her?She jumped up, staring at the door and trying to figure out what to do. “Okay, okay…think. Was there anywhere to hide? A way to escape? Moon Goddess, if you exist, please just let me catch a break today. I am already at my limit.”The knock grew louder, more forceful. Then a voice called out. “Little Trouble.”Lydia blinked. Her shoulders slumped in relief, but she would never admit it. Ethan was the only one who called her that. Not that she wanted to see him, but between him and the pack of wolves waiting to tear her apart, he was the safer option. She quickly opened the door, squinting up at him. “Hello?”Ethan did not return the greeting. He just leaned agains
Lydia felt something hard next to her. Her hands froze against something warm. Something that definitely wasn't supposed to be there. She NEVER shared her bed with anyone. EVER.Slowly, her eyes open, still heavy from whatever nightmare she'd been through. And then she saw him. ETHAN?!?!She sat upright so fast her head spun, panic shooting through every inch of her body. What. The. Actual. Hell?? Ethan Laurent was lying next to her, his eyes closed, breathing steadily. Ethan freaking Laurent was in bed with her. Or she was in bed with him. Either way, this was bad.The last thing she remembered was Wraithwood. The darkness. The feeling of being watched. The trees closing in around her...and then...nothing.She quickly lifted the blanket and looked down at herself. Her clothes were gone. Instead, she was wearing an oversized t-shirt that definitely was not hers"Oh my god," she whispered, her face burning hot. Her stomach dropped as the realization hit her. He had seen her naked. He h
A painful shriek tore through Riley's bedroom space. The bone-shattering sound produced an ear-splitting shriek which seemed to come from every direction at once. The loud noise caused so much vibration that it produced a shaking effect on both the window glass and her desk furniture while making her books crash to the floor.The sudden screaming made Riley intensely angry as she rose from her bed. Her whole body was on fire with anger. Whatever had the audacity to shatter her sleep was about to be utterly destroyed. Her teeth itched as her canines lengthened slightly and her muscles coiled, ready to strike.“I’m going to kill someone,” she snarled She stepped out of her room expecting chaos. After a noise like that, everyone should have been wide awake. Doors should be slamming open, people shouting, demanding to know what the hell just happened, but there was nothing. The hallway was dead silent. Dead silent in a way that made zero sense. No footsteps. No whispers. No lights from p
“Hey.”Vanessa's voice forced Lydia to break free from her thoughts. As Vanessa grabbed her in a firm embrace Lydia had no chance to respond.She softly stated, "There are plenty of guys in LuxeMount aside Ethan."That was the problem. He was not just any guy. He was the guy. The one whose presence remains unavoidable in her life. The one who made her stomach twist, whether in anger, humiliation, or something she did not want to name. But that was not what mattered right now.“What do you know about the Vhoryn Relic?”Vanessa’s grip on her loosened instantly. She broke the hug, stepping back as if Lydia had just said something she was not supposed to.“Why?”Lydia tried to keep her tone casual. “I just...wanted to know something about this new life of mine.”Vanessa frowned but started walking, and Lydia fell into step beside her. “Look, I get that I have not exactly been the best guide to all things LuxeMount, but if I were you, I would not even bother with that.”That caught Lydia’s
They made their way to Solstice Hall. If Elysian Hall was impressive, this was on another level entirely. The architecture was flawless. Security guards stood at the entrance, arms crossed, faces blank. These weren't school staff—these were private security, hired by students whose parents thought regular protection wasn't good enough for their precious heirs. "They have their own guards?" Lydia whispered, eyeing the men in dark suits.Vanessa just smirked. "Welcome to how the other half lives."But that wasn't quite right. At LuxeMount, there wasn't just one "other half." The school wasn't about unity—it thrived on a hierarchy so rigid even the blind could sense it. And the dorms reflected that. Everyone had their place, whether they liked it or not.Solstice Hall was at the very top, home to those who owned everything. Their families weren't just wealthy; they controlled entire packs, territories, and businesses that kept the supernatural world running. These were the Apex wolves,
Lydia left for her dormitory early to avoid attending any more courses for the day. The cafeteria disaster drained her so much that she lacked sufficient energy to stay for her classes.She tossed and turned in bed all day, but she was unable to fall asleep. She saw the looks, the laughs, and the way Ethan had stepped over her as if she were nothing every time she closed her eyes. When Vanessa returned from class, Lydia lay backing the door with her body in a cramped position, pretending to sleep, but she was unsuccessful.After entering, Vanessa paused for a moment before taking a seat at Lydia's bed's edge. "Hey...you okay?"Lydia stayed quiet. Maybe if she didn't move, Vanessa would drop it."Okay, so...we're ignoring people now,"Vanessa muttered. Still nothing from LydiaVanessa sighed and nudged her lightly. "Come on, I know you are not sleeping. Your breathing is all wrong."Lydia turned her face deeper into the pillow.Vanessa folded her arms. "So, you are just going to spen
Pain was nothing new to Lydia Bailey.She'd learned early that some people were born to be prey, and some were born to hunt. For years, she'd been convinced she was the former—a walking target, invisible except when someone wanted to remind her how little she mattered.The bruise on her cheek was still fresh from yesterday. Amber Miller's ring had caught her just right, leaving a perfect crescent of purple and blue that matched the loneliness etched into Lydia's bones. Her mother would notice—she always did—but she'd say nothing. Just another silent look. Just another moment of pretending.Silver-dale wasn't a school. It was a battlefield, and Lydia had never learned how to fight back.The morning was typical. Cold. Gray. The kind of morning that promised nothing but more of the same. Lydia adjusted her worn hoodie, pulling it closer, trying to disappear into the fabric. Her fingers traced the new bruise, a ritual of survival she'd perfected over years of being the girl nobody saw—unt...
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