STORMBOUND: Claimed by the rival alphas.
“Oh do not cover up on my account. Not like there’s anything here I’ve not seen before.”
“Keep your voice down idiot! I do not want people knowing that I fucked the most arrogant guy in this school.” I hissed but the bastard just shrugged and kept eating his chips.
“Or that we are mates - it will be interesting to see how hiding THAT will work.”
“I don’t care…”
“Especially since every single time I see you, there’s this undeniable urge to…hold you…touch you- and do things to you that are beyond your wildest imagination.”
I swallowed.
Hard.
Because damnit, I felt the same way too. Rules be damned.
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When seventeen-year-old Aria Chen’s world crumbles in a single morning—divorce papers, cheating boyfriends, and a supernatural storm that tears through her high school bathroom—she discovers that some breakdowns are actually breakthroughs.
Whisked away to Aethermoor Academy, a hidden school for those with elemental gifts, Aria thinks she’s finally found where she belongs. But one drugged drink and a passionate night with a brooding werewolf later, she’s thrust into a world of magical politics, dangerous enemies, and three supernatural guardians who may be more than she bargained for.
Between mastering her storm magic and navigating the treacherous social hierarchies of magical society, Aria must learn to trust her power—and her heart—before her past catches up with her and her newfound family tears itself apart.
Some storms destroy everything in their path. Others clear the way for something beautiful to grow.
Baca
Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE “It’s nice to finally meet you, after what? Decades of dreaming about you.”The voice, cold and smooth as polished marble, sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the air temperature.“Dreaming about me?” I managed, my voice sounding strained. “I don't even know you. And I just turned seventeen.”The vampire, Lucian Ashworth, titled his head, his eyes like ice chips boring into mine. He didn't smile, but a hint of something—amusement? pity?—flickered across his mouth.“Ah, but time, Aria, is a far more flexible concept than you realize. Especially in circles like mine. Let's just say a great many people have been anticipating the arrival of the next Prime. For centuries, in fact.” He took one deliberate step closer. I didn't flinch, but my shoulders tightened. His proximity was agony, not for him, but for me. My skin felt like it was crawling with static electricity, and a dull, painful throb started behind my eyes.“That doesn’t answer my question,” I insisted, sudden
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR “You’ll be fine on your own for a bit, yes?”Elena’s question hung in the air as I stared at the impossible architecture stretching before me. Buildings that seemed to breathe, pathways that glowed with soft luminescence, students casually levitating textbooks while others shaped water into intricate sculptures.“I have an urgent matter with the Headmaster,” she continued, already backing away. “Just head toward the main hall—the building that looks like frozen lightning. Someone will help you register.”Then she was gone, leaving me alone.I walked forward slowly, trying not to gawk like a complete tourist. A guy passed me with actual flames dancing between his fingers like he was fidgeting with a pen. Two girls floated by, their feet never touching the ground, laughing about something that involved the words “transmutation exam” and “Professor Blackthorn’s face.”This was insane. This was impossible. This was—“Twenty bucks says she tries to hug a phoenix within the hour.”I spun to
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREE “Magic doesn’t exist,” I whispered, but the tornado spinning in my palm suggested otherwise.The bathroom had become a war zone. Water cascaded from every faucet, the mirrors cracked in spider-web patterns, and paper towels whirled through the air like confetti at the world’s most chaotic party. I pressed myself against the wall, watching the miniature cyclone dance above my outstretched hand, responding to every flutter of my fingers as if it were an extension of my body.This wasn’t possible. This was the kind of thing that happened in movies, not in the girls’ bathroom at Millbrook Prep. Not to me.The door burst open, and I expected to see a teacher or administrator ready to demand explanations I couldn’t give. Instead, a woman stepped through the chaos as if walking through a gentle breeze. She was tall, elegant, with silver-streaked hair pulled back in a severe bun and eyes the color of storm clouds. Her clothes—a tailored navy blazer and pencil skirt—should have been soake
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO“You love it when I’m bad,” Jake murmured, and then his mouth was on her neck, and her hands were fisted in his jacket.I stopped walking, my feet suddenly rooted to the ground. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. Not today. Not when everything else was falling apart.“Jake?” His name came out as barely a whisper, but somehow he heard it. They both did. Jake’s head snapped up, his eyes going wide when he saw me standing there. Emma’s face flushed red, but she didn’t move away from him.“Aria.” Jake’s voice was carefully neutral, the way people sounded when they’d been caught doing something they knew was wrong but weren’t particularly sorry about. “Hey. I was going to call you back.”“Were you?” The question came out sharper than I’d intended. I could feel other students starting to notice, whispers spreading through the alcove like wildfire. “Before or after you finished with Emma?”Emma finally shifted away from Jake, but not far enough. Not nearly far enough. “Aria,
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE “We’re getting divorced.”I froze, my spoon suspended halfway to my mouth, as the chocolate cereal I was eating slowly dissolved into beige mush. Dad’s newspaper crinkled as he folded it with sharp, precise movements—the same way he’d been folding his life away from us for months.Mom’s coffee mug trembled against the granite countertop. “I thought we agreed I would tell her, Richard.”“There’s no need to keep putting it off, Margaret.” Dad’s voice carried that flat, corporate tone I’ve seen him use in business meetings. The same tone that had slowly replaced any warmth in this house over the past year. “Aria’s seventeen. She can handle the truth.”“Handle it?” Mom’s voice cracked “Our daughter shouldn’t have to handle her parents’ failure. She should be worried about college applications and prom dates, not—”“Not what? Would you rather she keep living under a fake illusion that we are happy, when her mother has been sleeping in the guest room for six months? Or you think she’s no
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