All Chapters of Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Asher The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The snarls of wolves clashing with hybrids, the metallic clang of weapons, and the agonizing cries of the injured filled the air. Blood soaked the ground beneath our feet, mixing with the dirt to form a dark, viscous muck. Brooke’s hybrids came at us like a wave, relentless and deadly, their monstrous forms twisting in the dim light. My men had shifted into their wolf forms, tearing through the enemies with raw ferocity. Beside them, Jude’s hybrids moved with precision, their weapons cutting down foes in efficient, almost clinical strikes. They didn’t shift—not because they couldn’t, but because they refused. They had sworn an oath to never let their wolf forms take over, to never let the monster within consume them again. “Jude!” I roared above the fray, my voice cutting through the chaos. “Take the front line. Protect the wolves—they can’t withstand hybrid bites!” Jude didn’t hesitate. He motioned to his men, who quickly donned t

MaliaHis kiss was fierce, desperate, and overwhelming, his hands gripping my waist as though he couldn’t bear to let go. For a moment, I froze, stunned by the sudden intensity, but then my body betrayed me, and I kissed him back just as passionately.My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingers. Every ounce of pain and longing I’d carried for the past week seemed to melt away, replaced by a warmth I couldn’t deny.When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless. He rested his forehead against mine, his voice low and raw. “I couldn’t stay away any longer.”I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve told him how hurt I’d been by his coldness, but instead, I melted into him. His hands gripped my waist as he pressed me against the wall, his heat overwhelming my senses. Every pent-up emotion—his guilt, my anger, our mutual longing—poured into that kiss. Before I knew it, he was lifting me onto his desk, his mouth never leaving mine.

Malia The area was quiet now, with only a few pack members passing through, their curious gazes flickering toward us. I had barely taken a few steps when Asher’s hand caught my wrist. Not harshly—this time, his touch was softer, almost pleading. “Malia,” he said, his voice raw, almost hoarse. “Please, don’t walk away.” I turned to face him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The fire of frustration still burned in me, but seeing him like this—so open, so vulnerable—made it flicker. For a moment. “What, Asher?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. “What could you possibly say that you haven’t already shown me through your actions?” “I need you to understand why I did it,” he said, stepping closer, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Why I locked you up before the fight.” I scoffed. “Because you don’t trust me. You don’t believe in me, in my strength—” “No,” he interrupted, his voice rising slightly before softening again. “That’s not it. It was never about trus

Malia“What?” Jude asked, turning around, his eyes widening with surprise upon hearing Asher’s request. “Yes, don't go yet. You came to me and helped me defeat my mother. I should honor you before you go,” Asher said, still holding my hand as he moved closer to his father. “Asher…”“I know you have somewhere to be, but can't it wait one more day? I'll throw a party tonight and then tomorrow first thing in the morning you can be on your way.” I glanced at Jude, expecting him to brush it off, but something in his face shifted. He looked at Asher like he was seeing him in a way he hadn’t before. “I don’t need a party,” Jude said gruffly. “It’s not about what you need,” Asher pushed. “It’s about what you deserve.” For a moment, I thought Jude would argue, but then he let out a long, tired sigh. “Fine,” he said, his voice heavy with reluctance. “But don’t expect me to make a speech or anything.” Asher nodded, his lips curving into a small, rare smile. “Deal.” Asher smiled and w

MaliaWe were just about to leave when the front door creaked open. The faint scent of pine and tobacco drifted in, announcing someone’s arrival before I even saw who it was. I turned my head toward the door, and there he was—Alpha Reid Glenn. “Ah! What a surprise!” Reid’s booming voice filled the hallway. His broad smile was warm, but his timing couldn’t have been worse. Asher, standing at the front, visibly stiffened. “Alpha Reid,” Asher greeted, his tone polite but clipped. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood for small talk. Reid strode in, his arms wide as if we’d all been eagerly waiting for his arrival. “Asher! Finally! Do you know how hard it’s been to get a moment of your time these past few days? You’re like a shadow—here one moment, gone the next. Lucky for me, I caught you this morning!” Asher subtly stepped back, clearly trying to inch toward the door. The rest of us exchanged weary glances. Jamie and Corey, standing off to the side, looked absolutely mortified. “