Irrationality seemed to be my default setting when it came to Lenora.Because that was the only way I could explain the way I’d reacted to her mark on Friday.No matter how much I tried to shut the thoughts out, they crawled back in the moment my eyes drifted shut. Her mark—the faded bite and the strange insignia in the crook of her neck—seared itself into my mind like an unanswered question.She had a mate. Or at least, she had one. That mark wouldn’t have faded like that unless—My wolf bristled. A low, simmering agitation spread through my chest, coiling tight beneath my ribs. For whatever reason, I hoped whatever she had with him was long over.I exhaled sharply and forced my attention back to my work, but the words on the page blurred together, meaningless against the tide of my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept circling back to her.Who was he? Was he still in the picture? Had she left because of him? Or worse—was he the one looking for her?A sharp bit
I swallowed, pushing down the flood of emotions rising in my throat. “Sophie,” I echoed, my voice quieter. She hesitated, shifting on her feet, before meeting my eyes with steely determination. “Can we talk?” Luka’s gaze flickered between us, his jaw tightening like he wanted to say something—particularly to me—but after a long pause, he exhaled sharply. “I’ll give you two some space.” His tone was gruff, but I caught the way he squeezed Sophie’s shoulder as he passed her, a silent reassurance. The door opened, then slammed shut. Then it was just the two of us. I took a step forward, scanning her up and down. “Are you okay?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I’m fine.” She didn’t meet my eyes. “You don’t look fine.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Did something happen?” My gaze raked over her, searching for any signs of injury. She was hiding something. I could feel it. She didn’t say anything at first, her head down, her long hair falling over her face.
As I dismissed my last class for the day, I leaned against my desk, exhaling slowly. My thoughts drifted back to my conversation with Sophie.I wondered if she actually took my advice and spoke to Elijah. It didn’t take being a priestess or being able to see visions to know that he deeply cared about her, I saw the look in his eyes when his father had promised to punish her and I’d heard the desperation in his voice when he offered to take her punishment on himself.Her avoiding him hurt him as much as it hurt her and as much as I liked to feign indifference when it came to Elijah, seeing the pain in his eyes when I mentioned his sister wasn’t at all enjoyable. I let out a sigh at my own tendency to meddle in things that weren’t even my own business then pulled out my phone, shooting a quick text to Morgan.Lenora: Can’t meet up tonight. Have a tutoring session with Elijah.Her response was almost immediate.Morgan: You mean another attempt at cramming knowledge into a very disintere
After our meal, Sophie waved goodbye and left the cafeteria, heading back to her apartment. I remained seated, left to stew over everything she had just revealed. Which, in reality, wasn’t much. She had a mate—Cameron. An omega. That alone was enough to make her father furious, but there was more to it than just Victor’s hatred of weaker ranks. From what I recalled of the screaming match I’d walked in on, Sophie and Cameron had a plan. Something they had attempted and failed. And from what Victor had said at the dining table that night, their failure had led to Elijah taking her punishment for her. I drummed my fingers against the table, absently sipping from the can of soda in front of me, my brows creased in thought. Whatever their plan had been, it had required going directly against Victor. What would drive a child to rebel against their father so drastically? My mind spun with possibilities, each theory more improbable than the last. I wished I had pressed Sophie for more
The Dean’s voice droned on, a low, monotonous hum that barely registered in my mind.I sat across from him, hands folded neatly in my lap, nodding at all the right moments, offering polite, practiced smiles. But my thoughts were elsewhere—drifting, slipping away from the conversation entirely.Elijah.He hadn’t been in class today.Sure, I’d expected it, after all he already informed me the day before that he’d be beginning his training today, but it’d been somewhat jarring to step into that lecture and glance at his chair only to find it empty. On one hand it meant that I didn’t have to deal with his subtle pestering and flirtations while attempting to teach, but on the other hand, I felt somewhat lonely with the feel of his piercing gaze on my back the entire time. I probably shouldn’t let myself think too hard about the whole situation, but for once, I shoved my inhibitions aside and let myself be worried.He had said he was beginning his succession training, but what did that ev
When I returned to my apartment after my study session with Lenora, Izaak was already there, waiting.Luka had packed up everything we would need for the trip, but the tension in the living room was unbearable. He sat stiffly on the couch, hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. Whatever had been said before I walked in, it hadn’t been pleasant.I didn’t need to ask.I ignored the charged silence, heading straight to my room to wash up. A hot shower did little to loosen the knots in my muscles, but I forced myself into a sweatshirt and sweatpants before heading out. Izaak and Luka followed without a word.The ride was quiet. I kept my gaze fixed on the passing trees, watching as Lupine Moon University faded in the distance—further from campus, further from Lenora. Further from the one place where, for a fleeting moment, I could pretend I had control over my own life.My fingers curled into fists before I forced them to relax. A useless habit, one I barely registered anymore.I could
The workstations stretched across a vast, open field at the outskirts of the pack, a series of metal warehouses lined up in perfect rows. From the outside, they looked pristine—cold, industrial, their steel walls gleaming beneath the sun. To an outsider, it might seem orderly, efficient. A controlled system.But stepping inside was like entering another world entirely.The stench hit me first—a pungent mix of sweat, rot, and something metallic that lingered in the air. Blood. Feces. Maybe both.The interior was cramped, overcrowded with hunched, exhausted bodies moving sluggishly but unrelentingly. The floors were caked with grime, littered with discarded food crumbs and fabric scraps. Dirty clothes hung from rusted nails in the walls, the air thick with the suffocating heat of too many bodies packed together.Omegas.Men, women, children. Some barely older than ten, their small hands raw from hours of labor. Their clothes were tattered, hanging off their frail bodies like loose skin,
A small, pale-blue pill sat in the center of my palm. Smooth. Unassuming. It caught the dim light from my bedside lamp, a soft sheen glinting off its surface. If you didn’t know what it was, you’d think it was harmless—just another supplement, another dose of something ordinary.But Vellum wasn’t ordinary.I rolled it between my fingers, feeling the slight indent where the manufacturer’s symbol was pressed into its surface. The moment it dissolved on my tongue, the effects would start.First, a cooling sensation at the base of my skull. Then, the detachment—like a thread unraveling, separating me from my body, my mind, my emotions. My heart would slow, my limbs would feel weightless, and everything that made me me would drift just far enough away that I wouldn’t have to feel any of it.That was the promise of Vellum. It didn’t erase pain, not exactly. It just made it irrelevant.And before I was set to leave to execute a boy, I made sure to down at least a whole bottle of it.I’d fini
When I was sixteen, I made the mistake of trying to carve out a path for myself.One of the routes I took involved working toward my PhD and falling for a man—or rather, a boy. He was only two years older than me, with sandy blonde hair, freckles, and the kindest smile I’d ever seen. He treated me better than anyone ever had.All my life, I’d been told I was destined for someone else—the son of the Alpha. But why? Why was I supposed to bind myself to someone I didn’t even love? Someone who didn’t love me either? Someone who wasn’t even my mate?So, for a little while, I decided to defy that destiny. That was how I ended up with my first boyfriend.He was the son of the pack doctor. We met at school shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t shrink away from me, cowed by my title or the weight of what I was. He saw me eating alone one day and approached with the brightest smile. He introduced himself and waited for me to do the same—something I’d rarely done,
The garden smelled like lavender and fresh earth.I was small again—maybe seven or eight—kneeling in the flower beds beside Mum. The sun hung low and golden, spilling warmth across the hedges and blooming petals. Bees buzzed lazily in the distance, and windchimes clinked from the porch like tiny bells. I could hear the steady snip of her garden shears, rhythmic and familiar, like a lullaby wrapped in sound.She wore her straw hat, the one with the frayed brim and blue ribbon I used to tug when I wanted her attention. Dirt streaked her forearms, her fingernails packed with soil, but she looked radiant—like the sunlight itself loved her.“There we go,” she said softly, reaching down to pat my back. “Your hands are gentle. That’s why the flowers like you.”I grinned, my heart blooming with pride. “I wanna help every day.”She glanced sideways, her eyes warm. “I’d love that. Maybe you can teach your sister how to do this.”I giggled, still elated at the thought of having a little sibling.
Elijah hadn’t shown up to class. Again.At first, I tried to tell myself it wasn’t anything new. He skipped sometimes—especially when things got bad at home. I didn’t expect him to come back right after being punished for goddess knew how long. But that realisation did nothing to settle my erratic thoughts, all it did was breed more worry. What if he was actually hurt and weak and unable to come to class because of that, what if he wasn’t even released from Victor’s clutches yet. The worry had bloomed into something tighter—something close to panic.It’s been days. Nearly a week since I saw him last. I dismissed the class and gathered my things slowly, lingering at the front as the students trickled out.Then I saw him—Luka—headed toward the door, his hoodie half-zipped, a satchel slung over one shoulder. He didn’t look at me as he passed by the lectern, and his steps were clipped, his shoulders rigid. He always lingered when Elijah was around. Now he seemed like he couldn’t get ou
I didn’t even remember walking through the door.One minute I was in hell—my father’s brand of it, brutal and endless—and the next, I was here. In the apartment I used to share with Luka. Still technically shared with him, I guessed. His hoodies still hung on the hooks by the door. There was a toothbrush by the sink, an unopened energy drink on the counter. Signs of life. His life. But not mine.I locked the door behind me and didn’t leave again.The curtains stayed drawn. The lights stayed off. Time bled out around me, thick and directionless. The world outside stopped existing. I moved through the apartment like something dead but too stubborn to rot all the way through. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t even feeling. I just… existed. Barely.My back throbbed with every breath. The skin was raw, tight, like it had been stitched together too quickly. Every time I shifted, it pulled and burned. I hadn’t changed out of the shirt I threw on that first night—it clung to me now, damp with old s
The cup was cold in my hands. I raised it slowly, and the smell hit me first—rotten fruit and metal and something sharp that made my nose sting. My stomach turned. I closed my eyes, braced myself, and drank. The moment it touched my tongue, I gagged. It burned going down, thick and syrupy, like swallowing hot tar. My throat seized, and I doubled over slightly, coughing as my stomach twisted in revolt. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, breathing hard. My eyes watered. Adora didn’t blink. She just watched me like a scientist observing a test subject. Victor chuckled weakly from the bed. “Such dramatics. You’d think she was being poisoned.” Wasn’t I? My limbs felt heavier now. My thoughts slower, dulled at the edges. But I knew the next part. I’d done this before. Too many times. So I stepped forward, finally, my feet dragging like I was wading through water. My hands were shaking again—but this time, it wasn’t just fear. It was power, building beneath my skin in
The gala went on as planned the next day—a glittering illusion I drifted through like a ghost in borrowed skin. Laughter filled the air, light bounced off crystal glasses, and the string quartet played a song I couldn’t remember even as I stood there listening. Everyone seemed enchanted by the atmosphere—the silk gowns, the polished shoes, the delicate scent of white lilies clinging to every surface.But I couldn’t breathe.The dress I wore might as well have been made of lead. My smile ached. My chest felt like an empty cage. I moved when someone spoke to me, I nodded, I thanked them for compliments I didn’t hear, but I wasn’t there. Not really. I was somewhere else entirely.I was thinking about Elijah.And myself.Mostly myself.The worry had lodged itself in my throat and hadn’t moved since yesterday. It was the kind of worry that gnawed slowly, not loud or sharp but constant—a dull ache behind every thought. But I didn’t have time to wallow for too long, Victor had summoned me a
I didn’t go to any more classes.Instead, I climbed the stairs to the top of the old building by the botanical gardens and sat on the roof, staring out across the trees. I could see the football field in the distance. Birds circled lazily overhead. A few students walked below, but no one looked up.I stayed there for hours, staring down at everyone and everything, until eventually, I couldn’t linger anymore. When I finally dragged myself to the field, I heard the whispers even louder this time. Like they’d had most of the morning to curate whatever brand of gossip they’d been spreading the whole day and make it into something more explosive. Sure enough, heads turned the second I stepped into the light.“Well, if it isn’t our beloved prince,” Hunter said, loud enough for the entire field to hear. His voice carried across the grass like a whip, sharp and mocking. “Back from royal exile.”I didn’t respond. I kept walking, my boots crunching over the turf, the weight of the stares press
I didn’t want to be here.My head was splitting, my eyes felt like they were vibrating in their sockets, and I hadn’t slept—not unless you counted thirty minutes of my eyes being shut as real sleep. After leaving Lenora’s office last night, I’d wandered for hours before crashing back at the apartment with nothing but silence, leftover regret, and whatever was left of Lenora’s scent from two nights ago to keep me company. I’d reached out to my dealer the second I was alone, hands trembling as I asked him to give me something. Just anything, as long as it would numb the pain. He couldn’t get me more than a couple of pills, and they’d already worn off by morning.But at least I didn’t have to spend the rest of the night drowning in my own emotions. I’d considered skipping school—after all, I really didn’t want to be here. But I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. I didn’t need to give anyone any more things to use against me than they already had. Anyway, now I was here, on campu
“I still can’t believe that just happened,” Morgan muttered beside me as we made our way through the near-empty hallway that led toward the faculty wing.Neither could I, honestly.The building had emptied quickly after the chaos of tonight’s game. Most people had remained in the stadium, stunned into silence or milling about in disbelief. Others had left quietly, unsettled. Now, it was just the sound of our footsteps echoing off the tiled floor, the overhead lights buzzing faintly in the quiet.“I mean—Elijah North?” she said, still stunned. “Beating the crap out of another player? Right there on the field? I always pegged him for the jovial, cheeky type. I never thought he’d do something like that. That… that was scary.”She wasn’t wrong.It had been terrifying. But not in the way she meant.I wasn’t scared of Elijah. I was scared for him.The look on his face during the fight hadn’t just been rage—it had been darker, deeper. Something twisted and broken, something barely tethered.