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Last Updated : 2025-03-17Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The award ceremony
MaliaI spent the rest of the morning in a daze.I barely heard the lectures. The words written on that note burned into my mind like a brand.Malia, it’s me, Asher. Please, I need to see you.I had hidden the note in the deepest corner of my bag, but that didn’t stop my heart from pounding every time I thought about it.How? How did he send it? Was he even in the right state of mind?A sharp nudge to my elbow jolted me out of my thoughts. I blinked, realizing the girl sitting next to me—some brunette I didn’t even know—was staring expectantly.“So?” she pressed, her eyes bright with curiosity. “You haven’t answered.”I frowned. “Sorry—what?”She huffed. “I said, are you close to Ronin?”I stiffened.“Because, I mean, he’s clearly interested in you,” she continued, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. “And, well, everyone wants to know if there’s a chance with him, or if you’re, you know, already that person.”Her words sent an uncomfortable chill through me.She wasn’t th
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Malia I kept my face blank as I walked beside Ronin, my pulse thrumming like a war drum in my ears. I wasn’t sure what bothered me more—the sharp glares digging into my back from envious students, or the way Ronin carried himself so effortlessly, as if he was meant to be here. He had already taken Asher’s title, his pack, his home. And now, he wanted to claim me too. I wouldn’t let him. The grand double doors to the ceremony hall loomed ahead, polished and gleaming like a barrier between me and yet another nightmare. Ronin reached for the door first, pushing it open like a gentleman. “After you.” I stepped inside, forcing myself to ignore the smug amusement in his tone. The hall was packed. High-ranking werewolves and elders lined the front rows, while students and teachers filled the back. The air hummed with the murmur of hushed voices, but the moment we entered, the room fell into a heavy silence. I could feel their stares shift onto me. They don’t recognize you, I remin
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MaliaBy the time I left Werewolf Academia, my head was pounding.Ronin had been called away for extra work, whatever that meant, so he couldn’t drop me off himself. Not that I cared—I would’ve preferred to walk home barefoot across burning coals rather than endure another car ride with him.Instead, I ended up in Jude’s car, sitting in the passenger seat as he drove me back to our new home. Derrick’s home.I hated it.Everything about today had left me exhausted. The stares, the questions, the note from Asher, and now this ridiculous Luna Selection nonsense.Ronin was a student like me, or so he claimed. He told me that since he wasn’t originally from Lycone, he’d been having private lessons to learn the pack’s history.I wanted to ask why he even wanted the title if his family had given it to him as a punishment, but I kept my mouth shut. It wasn’t my place to question him—not yet, anyway.The car ride was quiet at first, which was unusual for Jude. He always had something to say, a
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MaliaI walked into school the next morning with my head down, trying to go unnoticed. After everything that happened yesterday I had no energy left for another spectacle. I just needed to survive the day.But, of course, fate had other plans.As I settled into the class, I overheard a conversation behind me. A few students, whispering in hushed tones, their voices laced with intrigue.“I heard Ronin wasn’t even supposed to be Alpha.”“Yeah, his family threw him into this mess. He's the fifth son of his father in their pack.”“No way. No wonder he grabbed the opportunity to be Asher's replacement. Personally, he doesn't look like Alpha material.”“He does when he’s angry, but the only time he's not scary looking is when he's dotting over Lia.”I tried not to react, but my grip on my pen tightened. I hated being associated with him. The hours dragged on, each class blending into the next. But I couldn’t focus.Not on the lessons.Not on the students staring at me.Not even on Jude’s w
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MaliaMy breathing was uneven. Shallow. I hadn't even realized Ronin had pulled me away until my back hit the heavy oak door of Asher’s former office.Except—it wasn’t Asher’s office anymore.My stomach twisted as I looked around. The dark walls had been repainted a dull slate gray. The heavy bookshelves that once held Asher’s old texts were replaced with sleek, polished furniture. The scent of pine and musk, his scent, was long gone—replaced by Ronin’s.Everything was different. Everything was his.The panic that had been building inside me from the moment Asher lunged at me reached its peak.Ronin had dragged me in here, away from the prying eyes of the school.What if he knew?What if he had seen the recognition in Asher’s eyes?My pulse pounded in my ears as I forced myself to step back, searching for an exit. The window? No, too high. The door? Ronin blocked it effortlessly.I felt trapped.I stiffened when he took a step closer, my breath catching when he reached for me.This is
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MaliaThe tension in the room was suffocating.Ronin cleared his throat, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he turned to face Jude, his jaw tight. “Derrick, it’s not what you think,” he said hastily, still breathless from what had just transpired between us.Jude’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he leisurely stepped further into the office, shutting the door behind him. “Oh, I know exactly what I saw,” he said, his tone dripping with something unreadable. He studied Ronin for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. “And I must say, I’m not opposed to your interest in my daughter.”I stiffened, my stomach twisting uncomfortably.Ronin let out a relieved breath—only for it to catch in his throat when Jude continued, his voice laced with an almost mocking concern.“I’m only troubled by one thing,” Jude said smoothly. “Lia is still a child. She’s seventeen.”The words hit the air like a gunshot.Ronin froze, his entire b
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Malia“I don’t understand,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why do I have to fix a problem that you created?”Jude arched a brow, unimpressed.“I did everything you asked,” I pressed on, desperation creeping into my tone. “I—I even…” I hesitated, my face burning as I forced the words out. “I even pleased Ronin.”Jude scoffed, shaking his head as if I were some foolish child. “Oh, Malia,” he mused, crossing his arms. “You weren’t just pleasing Ronin. You were pleasing yourself too.”The air in my lungs vanished.Heat rushed to my face as I dropped my gaze to the floor, my stomach twisting painfully.He knew.Of course, he knew.I could still feel Ronin’s hands on me, the way my body had melted under his touch, the way I had wanted it. Jude’s words cut deep, slicing straight to the ugly truth that I didn’t want to acknowledge.I had wanted Ronin’s touch.I had craved it.And that made me feel sick.Jude watched me for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his l
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AsherMy thumb hovered over the next page for longer than I cared to admit. The leather binding creaked softly beneath my grip, like it too feared what lay ahead. But I couldn’t stop now. I needed to know it all—no matter how much it hurt and no matter how much I wanted to stop, I turned the page.‘Brooke and Renah began their affair not out of love, not truly—not at first. Brooke wanted affection. She wanted to be wanted. Renah… he was a convenient escape. They were discreet. Not for my sake. For hers. Always for hers. She didn't want to ruin her reputation.’I leaned back, jaw tightening.So it was true.I watched them once. They didn’t see me. Her smile was real. His was reverent. That was the moment I knew—Renah loved her more. Brooke? She simply needed to be adored.It painted such a different picture of my mother than the one I’d held growing up. She had always seemed powerful, poised, in control of every room she walked into. I never imagined her desperate. Or fragile. But with
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AsherThe journal was old—older than I expected. Bound in cracked leather, the pages yellowed at the edges and laced with a scent of musk and ink. I stared at it for a long time before opening it, the weight of the thing pressing against my palms like it knew its contents would knock the air from my lungs.I didn’t know what I was looking for. Maybe a name. A signature. But the first line stopped my breath.‘This is the truth of Ian Vale.’My father's handwriting. Sharp. Purposeful. Controlled—just like the man himself.Ian had never been warm, never soft. Every memory I had of him came with cold eyes and clipped words. Praise was rare; affection, non-existent. I grew up thinking he saw me as an obligation. A duty. Nothing more.And yet… the diary was written in grief. In longing. In heartbreak. Every page screamed of things he could never say aloud.I turned to the next page.‘The priest told me it was a curse. That no Lycan should ever be mated to another man. He said it must’ve bee
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AsherSix months. That’s how long I’ve been in Reece—six slow, punishing months.At first, I didn’t even know what was real anymore. My memories felt like scattered fragments—some vivid, others hazy and distorted. The truth—the real truth—was a war I fought in my own mind. There were days I screamed until my voice gave out, days I curled into myself wishing I had never been born, and days I tried to hate the people I once loved.But this place… this tribe… they didn’t give up on me.The mages here, all marked by the strange glowing ink of their coven, didn’t treat me like a monster. Not even when I was one. They stripped me down—mentally, emotionally, spiritually—and forced me to sit in silence with my truth until it stopped feeling like poison.Now I can say it.I was enchanted.Jude, my own father, twisted my soul and turned me into something I never wanted to be. And the worst part? For the longest time, I didn’t even know.I’m better now. Or at least, that’s what the Head Mage kee
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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
