LOGINAt eighteen, every future Alpha is sent to the prestigious Alpha Academy, where the strongest heirs learn to lead, fight, and rule. Kaia never expected to walk through its gates. Orphaned as a child after her Beta parents died defending their pack, she was raised by the Alpha and Luna who took her in as one of their own. While the rest of the pack sees her as a symbol of loyalty and sacrifice, their daughter has spent years hiding the resentment she feels toward the girl who stole the attention that should have been hers. Against all expectations, Kaia is granted permission to attend the Academy alongside the future Alpha of her pack. Surrounded by the most powerful heirs in the werewolf world, she knows she doesn't belong—and has no desire to prove otherwise. She keeps her head down, avoids the politics, and refuses to play the games everyone else seems obsessed with. But indifference is often more captivating than ambition. Before long, three of the Academy's most feared young Alphas begin watching her. Each carries dangerous secrets. Each has his own reason for wanting to get close to the quiet Beta girl who refuses to bow to anyone. In a place built on power, bloodlines, and status, Kaia's greatest secret may not be who she is... ...but who she is destined to become.
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Running has always helped me see things more clearly. When I was told that my parents had died, I ran until my legs hurt, and then I sat down in the grass until Alpha Daniel found me.
He sat down next to me in silence. I don’t remember how long we sat side by side in the grass, but from my perspective as a child, it felt both long and not long enough at the same time.
Twelve years have passed, and I still deal with my inner turmoil the same way: by running. I slow down and lower my head near the river to cool off. The cool water runs down my muzzle. When I lower my head again, I hear a noise behind me, and a reassuring voice echoes in my head.
“You know, Kaia, you’re going to have to stop running away when things aren’t going well,” Daniel tells me through our mind link. “What should I do then?” I reply curtly and instantly regret it. This man took me under his wing and into his home when I lost everything.“Talk… for example.”
I turn around to face him. “Because if I tell you I don’t want to go to Blackwood Academy, will you listen to me?”
“No. But at least you could hear the reason for my refusal.” I snort through my nose, shaking my head in frustration. “We both know Debbie’s going to get eaten alive when she shows up at the academy. She needs you to protect her.”
“She’s the future alpha of this pack—isn’t the academy supposed to teach her everything she needs to know to protect herself and the pack?”
“True, but…”
“There’s always a ‘but.’” I mutter, but he ignores me.
“I spoke with the academy dean. This year, there are four of you betas joining the academy. They want to try to integrate you into the curriculum—they’ve chosen the best ones. I think it would be good for you. You’ll be expected to assist her. She needs you… much more than she’ll ever admit.”
The very idea of one day assisting Deborah repulses me. I know I’m a Beta girl and that it’s part of my family heritage, but ever since my birthday last month, my wolf has been fighting against this idea. She’s stronger and more independent than ever.
“I’m heading home; we’ll wait for you for dinner,” Daniel tells me before setting off for home.
***
After a long shower, I dry my long black hair and twist it into a messy bun on top of my head. I then slip on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before heading down to the kitchen.
“Can I help you?” I ask Caroline as I walk into the kitchen.
“Yes, can you put this on the table, please?” she asks, handing me a salad bowl and looking me up and down. “Are you going to the bonfire dressed like that?”
“I’m not going,” I tell her before setting the salad bowl on the table.
When I turn around, I meet her disapproving gaze. She brushes a strand of blonde hair out of her face before putting her hands on her hips. “Kaia, next week you and Debbie are leaving the pack to start a new adventure. Don’t you want to see your friends?”“Oh, but I am going to see them. Claire and Skylar are coming over after dinner. The finale of the show we’re watching together is coming out tonight.”
“Kaia…”
“Don’t push it, Mom.” Debbie cuts her off as she walks into the kitchen. She’s already wearing a short black skirt and a red crop top, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. “We all know Kaia isn’t the type to go to parties.”
From the outside, you might think Debbie has good intentions, but don’t be fooled by her big blue eyes and her smile.
“Loser,” she whispers to me before sitting down in her chair.
KAIAWhen I can't express what's really on my mind, my solution is always the same.Run.I've been doing it for years.Whenever my thoughts become too loud or my emotions threaten to spill over, I lace up my running shoes and keep moving until the noise inside my head finally quiets.But this time...There was nowhere to run.Not from Professor Matthews.Not from Deborah.Not from the whispers that had followed me through the hallways after class.I should have kept my mouth shut.Instead, I'd let my pride answer for me.I'd held everything in for so long that, the second class ended, I'd practically sprinted back to the dormitories just to change into my running clothes.It was only the first day, and I already had assignments waiting for me, so I promised myself I'd keep it short.Thirty minutes.Just enough to clear my head.The late afternoon air had cooled since morning, carrying the earthy scent of damp pine needles and freshly cut grass. The Academy grounds stretched endlessly
KAIAProfessor Matthews seems like a perfectly decent person—well-spoken, impeccably dressed, and with the kind of calm voice that immediately commands attention—if you ignore the fact that he's openly against having Betas at the Academy.Standing at the front of the lecture hall, he looks every bit the distinguished professor. His silver hair is neatly combed back, not a strand out of place, and his charcoal-gray suit fits him with military precision. Thin-rimmed glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, giving him an air of quiet intelligence. If I had met him anywhere else, I probably would have liked him.Instead, every time he speaks about tradition, I want to argue with him.Since class began, he's repeated at least three times that Blackwood Academy has always been an elite institution, founded to educate the future leaders of werewolf society.His emphasis on elite isn't accidental.Everyone knows exactly what he means.Alphas.Not Betas.Definitely not me.It irritates me far m
KAIARunning until your lungs burn and every muscle in your body hums with exhaustion—what better way to start the day?After dinner last night, I spent nearly two hours studying the Academy's floor plans. Every building, every corridor, every shortcut had become etched into my memory. The sprawling campus was almost a city in itself, with its labyrinth of stone hallways connecting centuries-old buildings, vast indoor training arenas, outdoor combat fields surrounded by towering pines, an enormous library that looked more like an ancient cathedral, a state-of-the-art infirmary, an auditorium large enough to host every student, and even a movie theater.Blackwood Academy was no longer a mystery.I knew it like the back of my hand.Or maybe even better.Claire always joked that I was basically a human GPS, and honestly... she wasn't wrong.By the time I went to bed, I'd already mapped out four different routes for my morning run, each one passing through different parts of the campus.T
AUSTINSitting in the dining room, I dig my fork into a piece of steak before shoving it into my mouth. Arthur has already found his new prey: the daughter of the alpha of the New Moon pack. She wouldn’t last two minutes in her father’s place. I’ve only known her for a few minutes, but I’ve already figured out her two favorite hobbies: shopping and boys.“Isn’t that your sister over there?” Arthur asks her, glancing at the table with the new betas. “Who? Kaia? Fuck no, she’s not my sister. Her father was my father’s beta; her parents died tragically when we were kids, so he took pity on her and brought her into our home. She lived with us but we are not related,” she says bitterly. Damn, she’s rotten to the core.I look over at the table and notice that Asher, my future beta, is sitting next to her. They’re sitting in silence while the other two make small talk. I’ve known Asher since he was born, and the way he’s looking at her, it seems like he’s into her. I grab my plate and sta






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