Semua Bab Alpha Santa : Bab 51 - Bab 55

Piper The moment Serene says, "That's enough meditation for today," I practically bolt upright. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate to escape. Without looking at anyone, I rush out of the hall, ignoring the confused and judgemental stares trailing after me. My feet pound against the floor, my breath shallow as if I’m actually being pursued by that voice—the wolf’s voice.When I finally reach my room, I slam the door shut and lean against it, gasping for air. My chest heaves as I try to calm the storm inside me, but it’s no use. My mind is spinning, the voice still echoing: Hello there, Piper. I have been waiting for you.I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my palms to my temples as if I could block it out, but it’s no use. The voice feels like it’s burrowed into my skull, haunting and familiar in a way that makes my stomach churn.My gaze falls on the book Zoe gave me, sitting neatly on my bed. Its worn cover seems to mock me, daring me to pick it up. The im

Serena steps forward, her commanding voice drawing everyone's attention. “We have a new candidate in our midst,” she announces, gesturing to Zoe, who stands by her side with an effortless confidence, a smirk playing on her lips.My heart swells seeing her here, but the murmurs that erupt from the girls quickly sour the moment.“But she’s marked,” one of them points out, jabbing a finger toward the mark on Zoe’s neck.Zoe shrugs nonchalantly, brushing a hand over the mark as if it’s nothing, her smirk never faltering.The room buzzes with whispers, snide comments floating through the air. “How shameless,” someone mutters. “Is she really that power-hungry to leave her mate and come here?”Serena doesn’t miss a beat. Her voice cuts through the noise, sharp and unyielding. “Yes, she’s marked. But she rejected her mate because she wants to be with Alpha Elijah. She’s willing to fight for him. Here, we don’t discriminate against women who choose their own path.”I can’t help it—a chuckle es

PiperMy doll is perched on the desk in front of me, her painted eyes staring blankly ahead. To my left, Zoe sits stiffly, her arms crossed and her expression guarded. On my right, Anna fidgets nervously, her hands twisting in her lap. The tension between them has been simmering all morning, and I feel awkward, trapped in the middle of whatever unspoken conflict is brewing.The sound of purposeful footsteps draws my attention. A tall man strides into the room, his movements brisk and commanding. He’s the first male coach we’ve had, and his name tag reads Coach Vance. He’s impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his sharp eyes scanning the room with an intensity that makes me sit up straighter.He drops a stack of papers onto his desk and clasps his hands together, his gaze sharp and assessing.“Ladies,” he begins, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge of authority, “today’s lesson is about strategy. And survival.”The room falls silent as he picks up a marker and writes two words on the