All Chapters of Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AsherThe next day, I was summoned to the main hall where council members were gathered. The scent of oakwood and ceremonial incense clung to the room as sunlight streamed through the high arched windows. My footsteps echoed off the stone floor as I approached the large round table where the council sat waiting.The head elder, a stern-faced Lycan with silver streaks in his hair, cleared his throat. “Alpha Asher it is time to select a new Lycan beta. As you are aware, Banes has been missing for several weeks now. We must appoint a strong, capable leader to assist you.”I nodded, though the mention of Banes left a bitter taste in my mouth. His sudden disappearance after Brooke's defeat had been suspicious, but without any trail, we had no choice but to move forward.Several young Lycan men, all dressed in formal attire, stood to the side, their expressions a mix of nervousness and pride. They were the strongest warriors from noble Lycan families, each vying for the prestigious role of

AsherI was going to wait for a meeting with the council members, I was not at peace. The thought of Malia being hurt or worse dead kept eating me up so I called the guard back, "What about Malia? Is she okay?" "I don't know if Malia or her parents made it out," he said, sounding nervous.A cold wave washed over me, numbing everything but the fire of panic in my chest. I shot up from my chair, already moving toward the door. "Forget the council meeting. Find Jamie and Corey. I want them ready to leave with me," I ordered as I grabbed my coat. The scout hesitated. "They're not here, Your Majesty." I froze mid-step. "What do you mean they're not here?" "They left for Storm Pack yesterday. I think there's a party there ." I cursed under my breath. "Then get Nina." "She's handling negotiations at the western border," he said nervously. My pulse quickened. "Amara?" "Gone for a patrol check in the southern region." For a moment, the weight of the situation pressed heav

AsherOrdered to stand down?I narrowed my eyes, heart pounding in my chest. This couldn’t be happening. I didn’t take orders from anyone except for the Moon Goddess, and certainly not from strangers.“Excuse me?” I shot back, fury rising within me. “What do you mean stand down?”“We have our orders,” the man continued, his eyes cold, unreadable. “From the council. You are no longer in charge of this mission. You’re to return to your seat and allow us to take over the search.”My blood boiled at the very thought. I didn’t care who they were, I wasn’t going to let some council men swoop in and take charge of this. Not when Malia was still missing.Another man at the front of the group, his posture rigid and formal, didn’t even flinch under my gaze. “What he is trying to say is that the council voted,” he said, his words clipped, “For your protection, Lycan King Asher. It is for your own safety that we’ve been assigned to ensure you remain inside the palace. Orders have been given for y

Corey The Harp twins were driving me insane. Leo and Leon had only been with us for less than an hour, and I already wanted to throw them both off a cliff. Their constant bickering, inability to make decisive calls, and overall lack of experience grated on my nerves. They were enthusiastic, sure—but enthusiasm didn’t win battles. Experience did. And that’s where they fell short. I couldn't help but compare them to Jamie and me. Asher was desperate for replacements, and it was painfully obvious that he was trying to mold these two into us. But they weren’t us, and no matter how much potential Asher thought they had, I wasn't convinced. “You sure this is the right way?” Leon asked, his tone doubtful as he scanned the darkened woods. “Yes,” I bit out, keeping my eyes sharp for any sign of Malia. “Doesn’t feel right,” Leo muttered under his breath. “We’ve been circling the same area for—” “Then maybe stop talking and start actually looking,” I snapped, cutting him off. Bo

Corey Jamie broke the silence with a pointed cough. “So, uh… anyone care to explain what the hell is going on?” I shot him a look, wincing as I shifted my weight to my unbruised side. “I already told you. Malia doesn’t remember Asher.” Jamie crossed his arms, skeptical. “Yeah, I thought you were messing with me.” “Then why are you here if you thought it was a joke?” I countered, raising an eyebrow. Jamie shrugged, ever the picture of casual arrogance. “You’re not known for great punchlines, so I figured I better check it out just in case.” Before I could hit him with a comeback, Jamie turned his attention to Malia, who was still standing by me, her posture guarded. “Hey, Malia. Do you remember me?” She tilted her head, studying him with a frown. Her eyes narrowed like she was trying to solve a particularly annoying puzzle. “You’re the not-so-nice twin, right?” Jamie blinked, clearly not expecting that response. “Not-so-nice? Seriously? I’m delightful.” She shook her h