LOGINLyra’s POV I quietly slipped out of the bed, my senses alert as I observed that Rowan was taking his time. I swear, he could be more prissy than a woman. But then again, what I had said to him earlier, especially after us having sex, might have gotten him in his feelings more than he let on. Without bothering to knock, I pushed open the heavy, polished door of the bathroom and walked in like I owned the place. It was a luxurious retreat: double marble sinks gleaming under optimal lighting, a neatly organized towel closet with plush linen towels meticulously folded in perfect rows, and an enormous mirror spanning from wall to wall, reflecting every detail of the room. The shower was stunning, with intricate mosaic tiles that shimmered with subtle color and pattern variations, catching the eye. The hot water from the showerhead surged forth, filling the room with thick steam and making the entire bathroom feel like a personal sauna. I looked around, I knew for a fact that if I were t
Lyra’s POV His mouth crushed fiercely on mine, possessive and intense. His hands slid deliberately down my sides, one cupping my right breast as he moaned softly through the kiss, “It's too many clothes." Without hesitation, he tore my shirt clean in half. Breaking the kiss, I stared at him, looking directly in his green eyes, “I liked that shirt!” “I'll get you a new one!” Shoving me back down, his lips again met mine. His rough fingers scraping my skin under my navel, frantically undoing the ties of my pants. Moaning from the friction of his erection grinding against my clit, I take one of my free hands helping him pull them off. I needed him. All of him. He rose from me, yanking his navy colored boxers off. My breath hitched. He was gorgeous. Claw marks and blade slices marred his smooth olive skin. Every single inch of him was muscle, even though he was lean; his body still showed the lines of his abs. Slowly lowering my eyes, I reached my hand out, tracing t
Lyra’s POV My fingers gently traced the lamented itinerary pressed against my hand. The glint of the plastic catches the fluorescent ceiling lights, listing the classes I’ll be attending this semester, arranged in a four-block system: Leadership Classes - Senior Block 1: Diplomacy - 8:30 AM Block 2: Tactics - 10:30 AM Lunch - 12:30 PM Block 3: History - 1:00 PM Block 4: Physical Training - 3:00 PM End of School - 4:30 PM *You may bring your unfinished lunch trays to your third block class. *Physical training class is your shortest period; please make sure to bring appropriate gear. *A nurse will be on standby for severe injuries. It was almost laughable that they offered a Diplomacy class when their understanding was so rooted in bloodshed and conflict. The Tactics class, however, I could exploit to my advantage—using it to penetrate their minds, understand their strategies in detail, and then turn their own plans against them—slamming the dagger in and twisting it deep.
Lyra’s POV “The council made all the appropriate arrangements for your living quarters. I hope this will suit your needs.” Alpha Leon gestured around at the massive space. “This has to be a mistake, Alpha, we're just students here for the leadership program,” I exasperated, “We're human, surely this is just meant for the Alphas or their Betas?” “I won't hear another word. Please settle in, I’m sure everything will be to your liking. I’ll have someone drop off your updated itineraries in a few hours.” Leaving it at that, he turned and headed out the massive oak door that had led into this space. FLASHBACK TO 30 MINUTES AGO Letting the news of us rooming together sink in, he wraps one arm around each of our shoulders, “I will personally escort you to your rooms, seeing that you've had an already unfortunate journey and arrival.” Putting on his creepy smile, he led us down a path through what I've only seen in the books, an orchard of Japanese Cherry Blossom trees. Obviously
Lyra’s POV “Welcome to Alpha Academy” Not trying to look at the Alpha any longer than necessary, we both muttered, “Thank you, Alpha.” This man is seriously creepy, but in an odd way, why did he look vaguely familiar? Shaking it off, I grabbed Rowan’s hand, and under the order of the commander, we disembarked from the armored car. The air was thick with male dominance, as if each one was trying to see whose dick was bigger. With Rourke standing in front, blocking us mostly from the gawking view of the bastard security guards, the Alpha was trying to assess us. We both had made sure to wear normal clothing, just shirts and blue jeans. Not the usual jumpsuit of the everyday adult worker in Aurelia, but also not the normal rags that some Aurelians could only afford, which would turn to shreds after washing a few times. But even with casual clothing, you could tell we had more weight and more muscle than the average human. “ I’m hoping you didn’t run into any trouble on
Lyra’s POV We traveled throughout the rest of the evening and throughout the night, climbing up the steep mountainside, heading for the academy, which housed the future leadership of the werewolves. I woke up out of my deep sleep, feeling Rowan frantically tugging at my shirt, looking as if he were a little boy again back in the village. His eyes were full of awe and danger. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I pull myself up straight in my chair to see why the fuck he woke me up. “Row, what the fuck?” “Lookkkk,” he said, taking my head, turning it to look out the window into the distance. There, off in the distance, probably three-fourths of a mile off, stood 100 to 150 foot tall black wrought iron gates for as far as the eye could see. They looked as if they could rival the gates of Aurelia. Rowan reached down next to Commander Rourke’s feet, grabbing his binoculars out of their heavy black case. Pressing them to his face, he stared off into the distance, then let out a lo







