She was a Rogue with a buried past. He was a Crowned Alpha with everything to lose. But fate has its own cruel plans. Alera only wanted a quiet life—far from the world that once turned her childhood into ashes. But her unexpected reunion with Rayvan—the arrogant Alpha who once shattered her pride—awakens the scars she thought she had buried for good. Rayvan never imagined his mate would be a lonely, poor, insignificant girl. A Rogue? To someone of noble blood like him, that’s the ultimate disgrace. Alera swore she would never fall for his charm. Rayvan, too, fights the bond with pride and bitterness. But one by one, the veils of truth begin to fall—about Alera, about the Bloodveil Pack, the most powerful in Moonvale… and about who Alera truly is. Can they defy a fate neither of them asked for, or will they be trapped in a bond written by blood and vengeance?
View MoreI stepped through the grand gate of the university. This was where I would study, pursue knowledge, and one day—fulfill my dreams.
They said Lycanridge University was the best in Ravenshade. To be accepted here, students had to compete with thousands of applicants and survive a series of intense selections. I was lucky to have passed the test—and even luckier to earn a scholarship.
I am a Rogue. An orphaned girl, abandoned by fate. I’ve always wanted to forget the past, but the blood running through my veins never lies. I will always remember where I came from. I used to live in Moonvale, a city that never sleeps. Even at night, traffic continued to move restlessly, and people lingered in coffee shops until late—sometimes chatting, sometimes alone, staring at the glittering city lights, or simply resting after a long day of work. My parents owned a small coffee shop. It was enough for us to live decently, enough for me to attend a good school. But peace never lasted. Lucian Drayce, the Alpha Sovereign of the Bloodveil Pack, tore down our coffee shop along with the surrounding stores, chasing his ambition to build the grandest academy the alphas had ever seen. An academy for future alphas. We were given no compensation. We asked for justice. But the voices of omegas are never heard. We were left homeless. One noble Alpha family offered us shelter and work. My mother cooked for them every morning. My father tended to their garden. And then came another tragedy. My father fell ill. Day by day, his condition worsened—even though the family tried to bring in the best doctors. Eventually, he passed away. My mother and I were devastated. The world shattered. I had lost the man who fought so hard for his family. My mother sank into depression. Her health declined. She followed him not long after. My world collapsed again. My heart broke into pieces—and to this day, it has never healed completely. The family we worked for was kind. But their son wasn’t. He almost did something unforgivable. That was when I ran away—to Ravenshade, with nothing but a little cash and whatever strength I had left. I liked this town. It wasn’t as busy as Moonvale, but Ravenshade had something Moonvale didn’t. Every day, I walked past rows of pine trees lining both sides of the road. The air was clean and crisp. People preferred walking to school, work, or the market. They only used cars for longer trips. The train was the favorite mode of transport. To survive, I worked part-time at a coffee shop after class. My name is Alera. A Rogue who chose to bury her past deep within. I blended in with humans, hiding my true identity. But even the human world can be just as cruel. Being a poor girl in an elite university made me quiet, friendless, and a frequent target of bullying. Injustice had become my closest companion. As I stepped into class, a group of mean students stared at me with their usual mocking eyes. “Well, well. The girl who always arrives the earliest is late today,” said Lilian with a smirk. She was the queen of the campus cheerleading team. Beautiful, rich, slim, with waist-length hair that gleamed—and the ability to stun anyone who looked her way. “She probably overslept after her shift at the coffee shop,” Samantha chuckled beside her. Her tone was laced with cruelty. Maybe this was why I had no close friends. The cheerleaders were admired by every girl on campus. Getting into the team meant instant popularity. No one dared cross them. Naturally, they hated me—the poor girl who didn’t belong. “Oh my, your shoes are horrible. So worn out. Don’t you have better ones?” Clara glanced at my feet in disgust. I had planned to buy new shoes after payday. Yes, these were old, but still wearable. They laughed without guilt. I stood frozen—because the P-Boys were gathered near my desk. And their leader was sitting on my chair. P-Boys. The Popular Boys. Handsome, wealthy, and arrogant. They were just like the cheerleaders—loud, spoiled, and cruel to those beneath them. “Don’t want to sit? What’s wrong? Scared of us?” Rayvan sneered. He was their king. They started bullying me after I accidentally overheard a conversation about the basketball competition. They had bribed their opponents. I hadn’t meant to hear it—but I knocked over a trash can, and they realized I was there. Since then, they made sure I paid the price. “Come on, Rayvan,” Richard said, tugging his friend’s sleeve. “Can’t you see how scared she is? Look at her eyes. She’s begging to sit.” “I’m not done sitting,” Rayvan said lazily. “If she wants to sit… she can sit on my lap.” Laughter exploded. “How lucky. Rayvan actually offered her a spot on his lap,” Alan mocked. “There’s a whole line of girls dying for that honor.” Rayvan smiled wickedly. His hawk-like eyes didn’t leave mine, daring me to flinch. “Let’s see if she has the guts.” Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he had a dazzling smile and a strong, fit body. But he was a bully. And sometimes, the universe needs to be reminded—A bullied girl is not always powerless. I stepped forward. They all gawked. I stood in front of Rayvan without saying a word. And then… I sat on his lap. The entire class gasped. Some covered their mouths. Alera—the poor, unwanted girl—now sat in the lap of the most popular boy on campus. I didn’t know what his face looked like. I was facing forward, his face hidden behind me. But I could feel him freeze. He hadn’t expected this. He thought I’d be afraid. He was wrong. Rayvan slowly lifted my arms, urging me to stand. “You’re disgusting. I don’t want to touch you,” he snapped. I stood up. He moved away quickly, brushing off his clothes like I’d contaminated them. I sat in my chair without a word. The P-Boys returned to their seats. I could still hear Rayvan muttering under his breath—calling me a filthy, worthless Rogue. I didn’t dare look at him. But something felt strange. His scent. It smelled like pine forest and petrichor—soft, calming, almost... familiar. How could a bully smell like this? Or was it a sign? No. I wouldn’t fall into that trap again. I had left that world behind. I would live as a human now.Alera's POVI froze.What should I say? His eyes were serious—piercing. He didn’t look like the Rayvan who bullied me. His gaze was sharp and focused, as if I was the center of his universe, the only thing he could see.“Say it, Alera,” he asked, voice softer now. He glanced to his left and right, making sure no one was listening to our conversation.“Ray... maybe you already know. Lycans can sense each other, right?”“It’s not just sensing, Alera,” Rayvan cut in.“I didn’t just recognize your scent. That scent pulls me in. And I hate it. That’s why I need you to tell me—where are you from? Who are you really?”I took a breath, trying to steady the chaos in my chest. His intense gaze made me restless.Did he not realize? Just one look from him could shatter my walls. And then there was his scent—haunting me since the very beginning. Like a magnet. Relentless.“I’m a Rogue now. I even wanted to bury my past. Living as a human... isn’t that so bad?”I smiled. If he looked closely, he wo
Rayvan's POV I didn’t understand why—just for today—I had no desire to deal with Alera. I had sworn to make her life miserable, to make her leave Lycanridge once and for all. I was supposed to hate her. She was the reason I lost my dream of being the best player on campus' basketball team.And yet... today, something inside me softened.Just as I was heading back to class, a mysterious scent cut through my hesitation.Lyra."Rayvan," she greeted me, her smile effortlessly captivating. Everyone knew Lyra as the kind girl, always friendly to anyone."Hi, Lyra. Nice seeing you too," I replied.That smile stayed on her lips."I heard the basketball team is having a small celebration at a coffee shop. I got invited. Are you coming too?"I nodded. Even though I hadn’t played in the last match, all team members had been invited."Yeah," I answered shortly."Um, do you know where Brew & Bloom is?"I nodded again. "Yeah..." My words trailed off.Was she asking me to pick her up? I’d never gon
Rayvan's POV"We are bound by the past, Ray. We were meant to be. Our souls will always be tied together, no matter what stands in the way."The voice echoed, growing louder. I felt drawn toward it, compelled to find the source. But the closer I tried to get, the farther away it drifted.I ran after it. My foot caught on something, and I fell.The voice returned, hauntingly familiar. I looked up. A faint image of a woman’s face appeared in the dark sky.She looked distant, almost blurred, yet even through the haze, her beauty stood out. Who was she? I couldn't tell. The vision faded.My eyes opened slowly.It wasn't the dark sky I was staring at, just the ceiling of my dorm room.A strange, intense dream.I rubbed my face and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was already late. I had class later this afternoon.I sat up, still trying to make sense of the dream. Who was that girl? Could she be my mate?Then I remembered: I still hadn’t asked my parents about the Shadowbane Pack
Rayvan’s POVThe girl named Lyra was watching me from a distance.Perhaps she sensed who I was—one of her kind. A Lycan.Her gaze didn’t waver, not even for a second.As if I were the only point of focus in her universe.Her footsteps were barely audible, yet somehow I turned my head.Not because of the sound—but because her scent arrived first,slipping quietly into the air like a whisper.Something inside me tensed,as if an ancient instinct had just awakened.To be honest, it’s hard for me to be drawn to any girl—unless she’s truly special.Unless she holds something no other woman has.But Lyra…There was something about her.Something hidden.Something dark, perhaps unreachable.And somehow, she didn’t feel like a stranger.“Look at the new student over there—she’s gorgeous. All the guys are staring,” Samantha whispered, nudging Lilian.Jealousy was thinly veiled in the way the cheerleaders looked at her.It’s only natural. Those who consider themselves popular, beautiful, the ce
Alera's POVI glanced around. That scent—strong and undeniable. Rayvan was nearby. I narrowed my eyes and spotted a shadow behind the bushes.“Who’s there?”Rayvan stepped out, holding a basketball. I was right. He was around. Had he followed me?“Sorry, my ball rolled over here. Uh, am I interrupting something?”His eyes flicked between us, his expression not as unreadable as usual.“No, Ray. Want to join us? Maybe we can go over the topic together.” Richard smiled, easy and welcoming.I stayed silent. I didn’t want to discuss anything with Rayvan right now. We never saw eye to eye, and talking to him would only end in another clash.But that scent... it calmed something inside me, and hurt me all the same. It reminded me of how the person behind that scent had treated me—cold, cruel.“No, Richard. This is your group project. It has nothing to do with me.”Rayvan’s voice was flat. He shot me a look—sharp, cutting, almost hateful—before walking away without another word.“Ever since t
Rayvan’s POVI couldn’t focus on watching my teammates practicing on the indoor basketball court. Richard was absent from training. I just remembered—he had promised to meet Alera to work on an essay in the back garden.Once again, that annoying girl crossed my mind.I had more than enough reasons to hate her. She didn’t just accidentally overhear our conversation about bribing the rival team to lose. Yes, it was cheating and wrong—but she had no right to spread it all over campus.How could she write down everything in that damned diary of hers? She wrote about the moment we caught her eavesdropping, described the whole cheating plan in detail. It was almost like she meant to leave her diary behind in the library. One of the students found it—and then the secret blew up, spreading from one mouth to another.The basketball coach couldn’t accept what had happened. And because she wrote my name in that cursed diary, I was accused of being the mastermind. Even though it was a team decis
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