Novels by Felicia Rise

The heavy iron gates of Accademia Alpha loomed over me like a giant black cage. The school was completely isolated, tucked deep into the dark, rolling hills right outside Florence. Tall pine trees surrounded the massive stone walls, blocking out the rest of the world.I stood frozen at the entrance, gripping the straps of my cheap duffel bag. My chest hurt under the tight medical bandages, and the cold mountain wind bit into my oversized jacket. I stared at the long, empty road stretching back toward the city. I could turn back right now. I could run away, hide in the dirty alleys of Naples, and figure something else out.But then I remembered my mother’s cold eyes. I remembered Uncle Tonio’s gravelly voice talking about four hundred euros. I had absolutely no real alternative. If I ran back, they would grab me and sell me off to the Branco Ovest pack."Hey! Are you lost, little guy?"I jumped, spinning around. A massive, black Jeep had pulled up silently beside me. The driver leaned

Angela’s POVI walked into our cramped kitchen, my heart instantly dropping to the dirty linoleum floor. My mother, Grazia, stood right by the scratched dining table. In her hand, she held the thick, expensive cream-colored envelope with the heavy gold wax seal. The letter from Accademia Alpha."What is this?" Grazia demanded, her dark eyes flashing fiercely as she waved the paper in the air. "I opened it. It says congratulations on the scholarship to Angelo. There is no Angelo in this house, Angela. What the hell did you do?"I froze, my palms sweating. I had rushed to the mailbox this morning, hoping to intercept it, but she had beaten me to it. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the frantic beating of my heart."I was expelled yesterday," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly. "Preside Giovanna kicked me out. She hates you, Mom, and she took it out on me."Grazia’s face turned bright red with sudden, explosive fury. She slammed her hand against the table. "That miserable, je

"Back away! Both of you, right now! I mean it!"My voice echoed sharply against the cold, high stone walls of the academy’s main hall. It was only Tuesday, and chaos had already erupted. Two Year Three boys were rolling on the expensive marble floor, tearing at each other with pure, unhinged alpha aggression. Blood dripped from a split lip, hitting the ground with a soft splatter. Their eyes glowed a dangerous, toxic yellow, their chests heaving as they snarled like wild dogs."Enough!" I shouted, stepping right between them. I slammed my hands against their broad chests, pushing them apart with every ounce of strength I had. "You are both suspended! A full week. Pack your bags and get out of my sight before I make it a month!"The boys glared at each other, still breathing hard, but the heavy authority in my voice finally pierced through their rage. They wiped their bloody faces, turned their backs, and stormed off in opposite directions.I let out a long, exhausted breath and pinche

I stared at the glossy, expensive poster pinned against the crumbling brick wall of our school. Accademia Alpha.The gold lettering mocked my miserable reality. It was a fortress of a school, built strictly for elite werewolf alphas. Once a year, they allowed a single, brilliant human student to join their ranks on a full scholarship. I scoffed, crossing my arms over my faded jacket. It was an impossible dream. I was nineteen, stuck in a dirt-poor town outside Naples, and worst of all, the academy strictly accepted only males. A nobody like me didn’t stand a chance."Looking for your daddy on that poster, Angela?" a harsh voice sneered from behind me.I stiffened. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Marco. He and his shadow, Enzo, stepped into my peripheral vision, blocking the warm afternoon sun."Back off, Marco," I muttered, keeping my eyes glued to the paper."Or what?" Marco stepped closer, his cheap cologne burning my nose. He leaned in, his voice dropping into a dirty,