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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Another Corey
JamieI narrowed my eyes at Corey, my chest tightening with unease."That's it?" I asked, my voice low. "Just 'life moves on'?"Corey met my gaze without hesitation. "Yeah."I exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling inside me. "He was our father, Corey. How can you sound so unbothered about this?"Corey scoffed, shaking his head. "Come on, Jamie. You, of all people, should know I was always closer to Mom than to Dad. Why are you acting surprised?"I blinked, thrown off by how casually he said it.It wasn’t a lie—Corey had always been more attached to our mother than to our father. But still..."Dad wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t a bad man," I argued.Corey shrugged. "I’m not saying he was. I’m just saying his death doesn’t really affect me the way it affects you."His voice was calm. Too calm.And that was what unsettled me.Corey had emotions. He wasn't like me—he showed them openly, sometimes recklessly. But now? There was nothing.No sadness. No anger. No nostalgia. Just blank indiffe
Last Updated : 2025-02-27Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Ruin their lives
MaliaI woke up to the cold, hard feeling of a cell floor beneath me. Again.A wave of exhaustion crashed over me as I tried to move, my body aching from being manhandled so many times in the past few days.But none of that compared to the chill that ran down my spine when I saw who was standing in front of me.Jude.I blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the grogginess. Last thing I remember was being locked up in Jamie’s cell, convinced I was never going to be free. Then, out of nowhere, she appeared. Rayna… The same woman who had stolen my face, used my voice, and framed me for Corey’s death. The same woman who had fooled everyone into believing her lies.She had shown up unexpectedly, her presence swallowing the space around me. The guards left. I didn’t know how, only that one moment they were there, standing watch, and the next, they were gone. That alone was enough to send every alarm in my body screaming.Then she turned to me, her hood lowered, revealing the face I had once t
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold King
MaliaI forced myself to breathe. I couldn't let him get in my head."I won’t be your tool," I said through gritted teeth. "Not again."Jude let out a low chuckle, shaking his head like he was amused by my defiance. "Oh, Malia. You say that like you have a choice."I did have a choice. I wasn’t going to let him use me to ruin someone else’s life, no matter what he said or did. But then his previous words came rushing back to me—"Asher’s been disposed of."A shiver ran down my spine. I hated myself for asking, but I had to."What do you EVEN mean by that?" I demanded.Jude’s smile widened, his amusement clear as he tapped a finger against his chin. "Do you really need me to be direct?"I clenched my fists. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me panic.I wouldn’t.I couldn’t.But when I said nothing, Jude let out another laugh—slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second of my uncertainty."Fine," he said at last, tilting his head. "Since you’re so eager to know—
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The real you
MaliaAt first, I couldn’t help it—I laughed. A short, sharp bark of disbelief.But when Jude didn’t so much as smirk, when he just stood there with that same unreadable expression, my laughter died in my throat."You’re serious?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.Jude tilted his head slightly, as if amused by my disbelief. "Why wouldn’t I be?""Because it’s ridiculous," I snapped. "You’re not a Lycan, Jude. You never will be. How the hell do you expect to rule over them?"Jude let out a slow, condescending sigh, shaking his head. "Malia, Malia, Malia," he tsked, as if I were some naive child. "You’re still thinking too small. Do you really believe I need to be a Lycan to rule them?"I stayed silent, but my stomach twisted at his tone."I already proved that was a myth," he continued smoothly. "I did it through my son."My fists clenched. "You used him, you mean."Jude just smirked. "Semantics. The point is, Asher’s reign made it clear that the Lycans follow power, not blood. And I have mor
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Nightmares
MaliaA thick, uneasy silence settled between us.I wanted to refuse, to shut Jude down completely, but the look on my parents' faces made my stomach churn. They weren’t angry. They weren’t defiant.They were guilty.Something in their eyes—the regret, the weight of something unspoken—shook me so badly that I couldn’t find the strength to deny Jude outright."Fine," I muttered, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "Say whatever the hell you want. But don’t expect me to believe a word of it."Jude grinned, satisfied, and gestured toward my parents."Go on," he said. "Tell her."My mother stepped forward hesitantly, her fingers twisting together. She took a deep breath, but it was shaky—like even she wasn’t sure she could get through this."Malia," she began softly, "before anything else, I need you to know that your father and I love you. We always have."A cold pit formed in my stomach. That was never a good way to start a conversation."Then get to the point," I snapped. "What are
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Order to Kill
MaliaI swallowed hard, my pulse thundering in my ears."You can't refuse your destiny, Malia," Jude said smoothly, watching me like a predator studying its prey.I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking what he meant.But he didn’t need my question. He smirked anyway, stepping closer, his red eyes gleaming with sick amusement."Let me tell you why I invested in your parents to create you," he said. "It wasn’t out of kindness, I can assure you."No, of course not."I had a plan," he continued, pacing slowly, like he was savoring every word. "You see, becoming Lycan King requires strategy. I can’t just walk in, slit Ronin’s throat, and sit on the throne. No, no, no… they’d just find another replacement. A puppet. And I have no interest in ruling under another man's name."I scoffed. "There’s no way you could just steal the title. Everyone knows who you are, Jude."He laughed."Do they?" he mused, tilting his head. "Do they really?"Something about the way he sai
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Don't go back
MaliaMy body felt heavy.I could feel something thick and warm against my skin, soaking into my clothes, clinging to my arms, my hands.It smelled metallic.Blood.My eyes shot open.The room swayed for a moment as my vision adjusted, my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. I was lying on the cold stone floor, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I tried to push myself up, but my limbs felt weak—like they weren’t entirely mine anymore.Something was wrong.I blinked, looking down at myself.Blood.It was everywhere.Splattered across my arms, my chest, my hands—seeping into the fabric of my clothes. The sight of it made my stomach lurch. I had no idea how long I had been out, but the blood was still warm. Fresh.Panic clawed at my throat as I tried to move, forcing my body to sit up. My hands trembled as I looked around. The dim light in the cell cast eerie shadows, but there was no mistaking the scene before me.Jude was still standing.Not dead. Not even injured
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Not alone
MaliaMy father groaned as he struggled to get to his feet, and my mother and I immediately rushed to help him. His weight was heavy against us, but we refused to let him fall.His face was pale, his breathing uneven, but he was alive. That was all that mattered.As we steadied him, I caught the look in both my parents’ eyes—the quiet, aching sadness that mirrored my own.We were all thinking the same thing.I didn’t ask for this life. None of us did. And yet, no matter how much we fought against it, no matter how much we tried to escape… we kept getting pulled back in.My father’s hand reached for mine, and I was startled by the warmth of it, the way his calloused fingers curled over mine with an unfamiliar gentleness."Malia," he said, his voice softer than I had ever heard it.I turned to him, and for the first time in my life, he wasn’t looking at me with reserved distance or quiet observation—he was looking at me with sorrow. With regret."I know," he began, hesitating for a seco
Last Updated : 2025-02-28
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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Only one way out
MaliaRonin’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.“What the hell is this?”I didn’t answer right away.Because I didn’t know what to say.There were five unconscious men laying around me. There was blood on my hands. And Ronin and Corey were staring at me like I had just walked out of a massacre.There was no way I could explain this away.I tried to think of something—anything—but my mind was blank.A long, agonizing silence stretched between us.Then—I felt a spark. Not in my mind. Not in my chest. But on my tooth.I felt it—a tiny shock against the gem Jude had put there.And suddenly, the words came out.I lied.“I—I saw someone coming down here,” I said, my voice steady in a way that startled even me. “I was curious. I wanted to see what they were doing.”Ronin's eyes narrowed. “And that led to five guards unconscious at your feet?”I nodded. “I went down, but before I could even figure out what was happening, the guards stopped me. They accused me of lett
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Five to One
MaliaI didn’t wait for Nina to say anything else.She had already played enough games, and I wasn’t in the mood for another round of her mind tricks.I turned on my heel and walked away, fuming.Behind me, Nina hesitated for half a second before I heard her footsteps fade.She was smart enough to know that I didn't want to be followed.But just as I stepped into the dimly lit corridor leading out of the basement, I heard a sharp, authoritative voice.“Hey! Stop right there!”I cursed under my breath and spun around.Five men stood between me and freedom, their bodies tense, their hands already moving toward their weapons.Guards.Shit!One of them stepped forward, narrowing his eyes at me.“What are you doing down here?”I forced my expression into one of confusion, schooling my features into something innocent.“I—uh—I got lost?”His eyes darkened. “Lost?”“Yes,” I said quickly, nodding. “I was looking for the storeroom, and I must have taken a wrong turn. I didn’t mean to—”“Bullsh
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Losing it
MaliaI froze.Asher was awake. And he was looking right at me.His dull, golden eyes locked onto mine, flickering with something raw—hope, desperation, disbelief. For a moment, he simply stared, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Then, as if afraid I would disappear if he didn’t move fast enough, he crawled toward me.His frail hands dragged against the cold, filthy floor, scraping against the stone. His once-mighty frame, now nothing but skin and bones, trembled with the effort. He barely spared a glance at the rotting food beside him as he reached for me.His fingers, dirty and trembling, brushed against my hand.I flinched.It was instinctual, but it was enough.Asher stilled, his expression crumbling. His hands dropped to his sides, and his shoulders sagged like the weight of the world had just crashed down on him.“I know,” he whispered, his voice raspy and broken. “I know I’m a monster.”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Right at me
MaliaI had been so lost in thought that I didn't realise that Nina was still talking to me. I listened to her last words and figured out something to say in response, so I exhaled, trying to steady myself before speaking. "Nina… I heard that the woman who accused Corey of assault wasn’t even real. She was a witch. She used Malia's image to frame him."Nina's breath hitched, and her expression hardened. She nodded slowly. "I know." Her voice was quiet but firm.I hesitated. "I also heard that while that was happening, the real Malia was captured."She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I know that too."The silence stretched between us for a moment, filled only by Asher’s slow, shallow breathing from the other side of the bars.Then, Nina exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers against her temples. "Asher was wrong to have killed Corey," she admitted, shaking her head. "So wrong. I mean, I get it—he thought Malia was attacked, and he reacted. But…" She looked away, as if st
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Don't Deserve him
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
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The Right Choice
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
Werewolf 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
Werewolf 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
Werewolf 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,
