Zara wanted a new beginning. A place to forget the betrayal, the lies, the grief. The mate who broke her, and the best friend who ruined her. But Blackwood Academy isn’t salvation, it’s a nightmare. The moment she steps through those gates, every Alpha notices her. Their hungry eyes follow her. Their possessive stares burn into her skin. But it’s him, Atlas Black, the one they call the top boy, the untouchable Alpha who makes her blood run cold. He claims to hate her….So why do his eyes darken every time she’s near? Why does her wolf ache for the one who wants her gone?
View MoreZara’s POV THE NEXT DAY… The sun rose through the low rolling mist that morning, making the academy spires look like jagged islands floating in pale gold clouds. I watched it from my dorm window, arms wrapped around my knees, chin balanced between them. My thoughts felt heavy, sluggish, like soaked wool. I should have been studying for midterms — my notebooks lay scattered across my duvet, equations and incantation runes half-memorised. But all I could think about was the way Atlas had looked at me yesterday in Herbal Studies. As though he was reading secrets off my bones. As though he already knew something I didn’t. A sharp knock at my door snapped me out of my daze. I flinched, throat tight. “Yeah?” I croaked, voice hoarse. The door creaked open and Talia poked her head in. Her dark curls were half-tamed by a thin red ribbon today, her eyes lined with smudged black kohl. She looked… uneasy. “Did you hear?” she whispered, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behin
Zara’s POV I woke up with a tightness in my chest. The memory of that letter clung to me no matter how much I tried to piece the possibility in. No doubt, it was Aunt May’s neat handwriting, the slight floral scent of her perfume embedded into the paper fibres… and yet, something was off. Something so deeply wrong it made my stomach twist every time I remembered. My boots thudded against the waxed hallway floors as I stormed down the east corridor towards the Letter Office. The morning air still carried the cool bite of dawn, but my palms were sweaty with impatience. The academy’s white walls were lined with black iron lanterns humming softly. I shoved past a few first-years huddled over a single textbook, ignoring their startled squeaks. When I reached the Letter Office, the smell of parchment and melted sealing wax hit me. The room was narrow, with pigeonhole cubbies stacked to the ceiling, each labelled with brass plates for dorm wings and family codes. Behind the tall wooden co
Zara’s POV The hallway outside the East Dorm was darker than usual. The sconces that usually flickered with enchantment light barely glowed. I rubbed my arms, nerves crackling under my skin. My shoes were too loud on the marble, echoing like warning bells. Midnight felt heavier tonight, like the walls themselves were listening. It started this morning. The Academy newsletter, The Howl & Fang, plastered across every screen in the cafeteria. Their “Midterm Romance Rankings” was supposed to be a joke. Until I saw the names. #1: Jace & Alex — Power Couple Goals #2: Atlas & Zara — Reigniting the Flame? I’d nearly choked on my water. Alex had looked ready to crawl under the table. Jace had remained calm, expression unreadable. Atlas? He smirked like it was hilarious. Like I hadn’t just been publicly paired with the most emotionally annoying confusing male in the entire school. I’d tried to avoid them all day. Even skipped training. Hid out in the East Wing garden until curfew. But no
Zara Midterms turned the academy into a prison. Every hallway buzzed with students, paper crumples, and the low drone of students reciting facts under their breath like prayers. Even the combat wing had quieted, no training, no duels — just the suffocating silence of too many brains trying not to fail. The main library was a disaster. Every table taken. Bodies slumped in uncomfortable chairs, backpacks filled with notes, enchantments pulsing weakly in the corners. I had tried, gods knew I had, to find a place to concentrate. But the whispering, the shuffling, the smell of stress, and sweat…. It rose to my skull. So I asked Mina Roja, our class captain, quietly over breakfast, where people didn’t study. She blinked at me. “Old East Wing.” I frowned. “Why not there?” She leaned closer like the shadows might hear. “It’s sealed. They say part of the roof caved in a few terms ago. Unsafe.” She lowered her voice further. “Also cursed.” Still, later that afternoon, I found myself pu
Atlas The squeak of rubber soles echoed down the hallway, the late afternoon sun casting long stripes of gold across the marble floor. I spun my basketball between my palms, needing the burn in my muscles and the smack of the ball against the court to shut out the static in my head. But then I heard it. “…Zara Blackwood. What’s her record before Blackwood Academy?” I slowed, one foot dragging, the ball stopping in my hand mid-spin. That was Jace. I tucked myself behind the wall near the staff corridor, peering just enough to see the shapes, Jace, all calculated stillness, speaking to Professor Delrin who clutched a folder close like it might shield him from whatever question came next. “She was transferred after that Mira girl’s disappearance, right?” Jace pressed, voice mild but lined with tension. “No written evaluations? No reports from her previous pack school?” Delrin shifted uneasily. “I’m not at liberty to disclose everything.” Jace smiled that razor-sharp grin he’d p
Zara’s POV My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Class this morning had sputtered through left hips to right jabs, but my mind replayed last night on a loop. Why had he been in the girls’ dorm at midnight? My stomach twisted. It was combat class today, mirrors, staff grinds, old martial arts runes were chalked to perfection on the wooden floor. Even here, my gaze kept drifting to the archway leading to the side corridor. Heart scraping. At the end of class, Professor Adira, she wore her dark hair in a braid like a whip, clapped her hands, calling us all in close. “Important announcement,” she said, her voice sweet and rough all at once. I inhaled, no one else had heard the growl, no one else was living my nightmare. “We have a group project,” she continued. “Four of you will partner for a term-long challenge in pack dynamics and supernatural symbiosis.” My pulse kicked up. I closed my eyes. “Zara Blackwood.” Yeah, me. “Atlas King.” …well that was expected. “Alexan
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