Novels by bella56beauty65

I told myself I wasn't going. I spent hours convincing myself that meeting Avalon at the treehouse was the worst possible idea—a risk I couldn't afford to take. Yet here I was, walking across the darkened campus grounds just before midnight, cursing my own stupidity with every step.The night air was crisp, moonlight filtering through the autumn leaves and casting strange shadows across the path. The campus was mostly silent at this hour, with only the occasional distant laughter from late-night study groups in the dormitories. I kept to the shadows, moving quickly, the weight of the scent-blocking formula vial heavy in my pocket.I'd applied a fresh layer before leaving my room, being extra thorough. Something about Avalon's behavior earlier had left me unsettled—the way he'd looked at me, scented me. As if he knew something he shouldn't.The western boundary of campus was marked by an old stone wall, half-crumbled in places and covered with ivy. Beyond it lay a small wooded area tha

Avalon’s POVAs soon as we were far enough from Blackwood's door, Kaelen grabbed my arm, yanking me into an empty study room. The door had barely closed before he rounded on me, eyes flashing with barely contained fury."What the fuck was that?" he hissed, keeping his voice low despite his obvious rage. "Touching him like that? 'Little wolf'? Are you serious, Avalon?"I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms as I studied my beta. Jealousy looked good on him—his gold-silver eyes practically glowed with it, his body tense and ready to fight. It was almost cute how possessive he could be."Are you done?" I asked calmly."No, I'm not fucking done." He paced the small room like a caged animal. "We came here for one reason—to strengthen our packs' alliance and increase our political power. Not for you to get distracted by some fallen alpha from a disgraced bloodline."I let out a low chuckle. "Is that what you think is happening?""I know what I saw," Kaelen snapped. "The way you touched

I stared at the door, frozen in place. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as Kaelen knocked again, harder this time."Blackwood, I know you're in there." His voice had lost its earlier heat, replaced with cool authority. "Open the door before I break it down."An alpha threat. My body recognized it before my mind did—that telltale shiver running down my spine, the instinctive urge to obey. I fought it down, gritting my teeth as I checked my appearance in the mirror. No visible signs of what I'd just done, and I'd applied enough formula that my scent should be masked.I couldn't hide forever. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and pulled it open just enough to see them both standing there—Avalon leaning against the wall opposite my door with careless grace, Kaelen directly in front of me, arms crossed over his chest. They looked composed, as if they hadn't just been fucking against a bookshelf minutes ago."Can I help you?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice steady.Kaelen's eyes

My first day of classes passed in a blur of anxiety. Every time someone looked at me too long, every time a professor called my name, I feared exposure, the incident with Ivan had made me notorious overnight, the new student who had challenged an established alpha and been put in his place. Some viewed me with contempt while others with amusement but one thing was sure, they all remembered my name, the exact opposite of what I'd wanted.By late afternoon, my nerves were frayed to breaking. After Advanced Pack Dynamics class, I desperately needed solitude to reapply my formula and collect myself. The dormitory would be crowded with students returning from classes, so I headed to the library, hoping to find a quiet corner.The Blackmoor library was housed in one of the oldest buildings on campus, three stories of dark wood, stained glass and the musty scent of ancient books. Under different circumstances, I might have appreciated its grandeur bur now, I just wanted to disappear among th

I followed the crowd down the grand staircase and across the courtyard to the Great Hall. The massive oak doors stood open, revealing a cavernous room lined with portraits of distinguished alumni, my great-grandfather among them, I knew but didn't pause to look.Long tables filled the space, already crowded with students. At the far end, a raised platform held another table where faculty members were seated. My eyes scanned the room, quickly identifying the hierarchy. The most dominant alphas commanded the center tables, with status diminishing toward the edges.I aimed for a spot near the wall, not conspicuously isolated but definitely not central, as I made my way through the crowd, I kept my movements confident but not challenging. This was the most dangerous moment, walking through a sea of alphas who might catch my scent if the formula failed.I was almost to my chosen seat when it happened.My shoulder bumped against someone moving in the opposite direction, I mumbled an apology

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hands trembling as I applied the scent-masking formula to my neck. The clear liquid felt cool against my skin but I knew the protection it offered was far more important than any momentary discomfort."Jason, are you almost done? The car will be here in twenty minutes." My father's voice carried through the door; his tone was tight with worry."Almost," I called back, my voice steadier than I felt.This was it. After years of hiding, of being trapped within the confines of our family's remote property, I was about to walk into the wolf's den-literally. Blackmoor Alpha Academy awaited, and I, a male omega masquerading as an alpha, was willingly entering a school filled with the most dominant werewolves in the country.I stared at my reflection. At twenty, I had the build of a beta, lean but muscular enough to pass casual inspection. My dark hair fell just below my ears, and my green eyes—my mother's eyes—stared back at me with a mixture of de