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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The Note
MaliaAs soon as I was back in my room, I locked the door behind me, my fingers trembling as I reached for my phone. My heart was still pounding from what I had just learned about the gem.I wasted no time. I pulled up the anonymous number I had used before and quickly typed out the message:"Jude wants to use the image of you and Corey’s intended bride to kill Amara. He wants it to be impossible for you two to forgive her so that you will refuse to marry her. If that happens, Jude's plan to take over all wolves and Lycans will succeed."I hit send and stared at the screen, waiting for the little dots to appear, signaling that Jamie was typing back.Nothing.A sick feeling twisted in my stomach. Jamie wasn’t responding.I checked the message again, making sure it had been delivered. It had. But there was no reply.What if his phone had fallen into the wrong hands?Panic flared in my chest. If Jude or Rayna had somehow intercepted my message, then they’d know someone was feeding Jamie
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Informants
Malia I walked through the school gates with my head down, my backpack slung over one shoulder as I made my way inside. The usual morning noise of students chatting, lockers slamming, and footsteps echoing through the halls filled the air, but I barely paid attention. My mind was elsewhere—on everything I had learned last night and everything I still needed to do.But then I saw him.Ronin.He stood near the hallway entrance, holding an imposing posture. His broad shoulders filled out the fitted black t-shirt he wore. The fabric stretched across his chest, showing off the sharp definition of muscle beneath, while his loose pants gave the impression that he hadn’t fully intended to be at class today. Maybe he had been called in at the last minute. Maybe he just didn’t care.His long, dark hair was slightly disheveled, falling around his sharp features, framing a face that looked so much like Asher’s—yet so completely different. The resemblance was undeniable, but where Asher carried
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Tell me all you know
MaliaI lingered by my locker, pretending to organize my books as the hallways emptied out. I stole a glance at the two scrawny boys still whispering among themselves.Once most of the students had left, I moved quickly. I grabbed the one who had been running his mouth and pulled him into an empty classroom, dragging his friend along with us.“Alright,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “You’re going to tell me exactly where you got that information.”The boy—freckled, lanky, and looking like he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in weeks—didn’t even flinch. Instead, he snorted, crossing his arms.“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “Who do you think you are, questioning me? You’re just some new girl barely accepted into this society by an Alpha who’s desperate to prove himself.”My eye twitched.I took a step closer, my voice dropping. “I wasn’t asking.”He smirked, completely unfazed. “And I wasn’t answering.”My patience snapped. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the desk, my gri
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold A Favor in Return
MaliaThe boy leaned back against the desk, a smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, let’s see how well you really know Asher and his friends.”I could hear it in his thoughts—he expected me to stumble. He thought I was bluffing, that I was another opportunist trying to use Asher’s downfall for my own gain.I smiled, crossing my arms. “I won’t just answer questions about Asher—I’ll answer anything you want about his friends, too. Amara, Nina, Corey, Jamie… take your pick.”His smirk widened. He thought he had me right where he wanted me. “Alright then,” he said, eyes gleaming. “What’s the relationship status of each of Asher’s friends?”I knew exactly what he was trying to do—trip me up with details only a true insider would know. But if he thought I’d hesitate, he was dead wrong.“Nina,” I started, “was Asher’s childhood friend. They grew up together, always close, though not in a romantic way.” I tilted my head. “She cared for him deeply, but Asher never saw her that way. Eventually,
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Brewing Tension
MaliaI took a deep breath, forcing myself to shake off the unease from my conversation with the so-called spy. There were more important things to focus on—like pretending to be Lia and surviving another school day without slipping up.Pushing the classroom door open, I barely took two steps inside before freezing.Ronin was standing at the front of the room.The entire class turned to look at me, eyes filled with barely concealed amusement. A few students snickered, others whispered behind their hands, and instantly, I knew something was wrong.Swallowing my irritation, I forced my expression into indifference. “Good morning, Alpha Ronin,” I said stiffly, before turning to the teacher. “Good morning, Miss Harper.”Miss Harper gave me a tight-lipped nod, her discomfort clear. But Ronin? He didn’t even glance my way. He stood there, focused on the rest of the class, like I didn’t exist.I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep walking. My footsteps felt too loud as I went
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Pull up my file
MaliaI leaned back in my chair, watching Ronin through narrowed eyes. His hands were still pressed together on the desk, fingers interlocked, but I could see the tension in them—the slight twitch of his thumb, the way his knuckles had turned just a shade paler.He was angry.Fine. So was I.“Why are you acting so reckless?” he asked suddenly, his voice low but sharp.I raised an eyebrow. “Reckless?”“Yes.” He leaned forward slightly, his silver eyes locking onto mine. “I thought you were a gentle girl. That was what I liked most about you.”For a second, I just stared at him. Liked? Past tense?A small, bitter laugh escaped me. “I am gentle, Ronin.” I tilted my head. “But if that was all there was to me, I’d be a boring, one-dimensional person.” I let my lips curl into a smirk. “Which I’m not.”Ronin’s jaw tightened. He exhaled through his nose, as if trying to calm himself, but his fingers flexed against the desk like he was fighting the urge to snap it in half.“The real issue,” I
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MaliaAs I stepped out of Ronin’s office, the air outside felt lighter, but my mind was anything but. My thoughts churned, replaying the conversation over and over.Why hadn’t I corrected Jude when he got my age wrong? It should’ve been an easy fix, something I could have said in the moment without any real consequence. And yet, I hadn’t. I guess I was just so overwhelmed and charged up after that kiss with Ronin that I also momentarily forgot that Lia isn't really seventeen. But in my case it's understandable that I would forget, after all, I'm not the mastermind behind the plan. What was Jude's excuse?But then, I came to the realization that Jude wasn’t the type to make mistakes. Not with something as important as that.He sat me down and drilled every possible detail about Lia into my head, making sure I was ready to live as her without suspicion. But despite all of that, he had conveniently made an error about my age?I scoffed under my breath.No. That wasn’t a mistake.Jude mu
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MaliaI shook my head. "I don’t think it’s safe."Nina’s brow furrowed, a delicate crease forming between her eyes. "You don’t think what’s safe?" Her voice held a hint of impatience, a flicker of the urgency that had driven us here."Me going in there," I clarified, the words rasping out. I crossed my arms, a defensive posture that mirrored the turmoil churning within me. "I’m not exactly great at sneaking in and out of places, and if I get caught, it could ruin everything. You should go alone." My gaze flickered towards the heavy, iron-bound door at the end of the corridor, a dark maw leading into the depths of the school's underbelly.For a moment, Nina looked like she wanted to argue, her lips tightening into a thin line. I could see the protest forming on her tongue, the logical counterpoints she was about to unleash. But then, she sighed, a long, drawn-out exhale that spoke of reluctant acceptance. She nodded, the motion sharp and decisive. "Fine. I’ll do it myself."That shoul
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MaliaI nodded slowly, trying to piece together the strange sadness that had crept into Ronin’s eyes.“When did she die?” I asked quietly, my voice barely holding itself together. “The real Lia… when did she die?”Ronin’s eyes met mine, and his expression twisted with grief, something heavy and old—like it had been rotting in him for a long time.“She died the day I found out she was my mate,” he said. “But I'm not talking about Lia. She isn't my mate. My mate wasn’t from here. She was from my own Lycan pack.”I stared at him, my breath stuck in my chest. I didn’t know what to say to that, especially when his next words came so quickly and so desperately.“Malia,” he stepped closer, “please… just accept to be my Luna. I know you’re not my true mate. I’m not pretending. But since she’s gone, you’re the next best thing.”I flinched at the phrase. The next best thing. Like I was some kind of replacement. Some echo of a dream he’d lost.He kept going, determined. “It wasn’t Lia’s beauty t
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Find your mate
MaliaCorey’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “That being said. Why won’t Rhedd help her grandson?”I glanced up, studying Rhedd’s unreadable expression. She stood by the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on something far beyond what any of us could see. She didn’t flinch at the question, didn’t turn to face him. She just answered, coldly.“Asher shouldn’t even exist,” she said. “He was never meant to. That’s why he’s not important to me.”Her words dropped like a stone in my chest. I blinked, unsure I’d heard her right. Beside me, Jamie stiffened, his jaw clenching. Corey looked stunned, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Amara’s brows knit together, confusion clouding her features.“You’re going to have to explain what you mean by that,” Jamie said.But Rhedd didn’t respond. She turned away from the window and faced us, her expression still unreadable. “Don’t do anything against Ronin,” she warned, voice sharp with authority. “He is the rightful ruler of L
