Bound to the Alpha I must kill; A Dravenmoor Academy Romance

“Detention!” Mr. Finrar's finger jabbed at the door like it had personally offended him. "Out! Detention room. Now!" Lucien went first. Xavier followed, releasing his collar like he was dropping something that bored him, brushing his shirt like the whole thing had been mildly inconvenient. The detention room was three doors down — small, cold, two rows of desks facing a board nobody ever wrote on. Mr. Finrar pointed at two seats beside each other and crossed his arms. Neither of them sat. Mr. Finrar's eye twitched. "Sit. Down." Lucien sat but Xavier didn't. "Mr. Lockwood." Xavier pulled the chair out slowly, made a whole performance of it, then dropped into it like he was carrying the weight of the whole world. Lucien stared straight ahead. He could feel Xavier beside him — the heat, the stillness, the way the whole room seemed to rearrange itself around him. He felt a small pain by his neck where he was marked in the dream. He hated it, he hated that his body always had to rea

The field behind Dravenmoor's dodgeball didn't look like much on a regular day — stretch of open ground, tree line at the far end, sky too wide and too grey above it. Today it looked like a warzone. Fifty, maybe sixty students spread across the grass in training gear, some already mid-drill, others stretching in clusters. A panel of three judges sat elevated on a platform at the far end, clipboards out, faces unreadable. Banners marked the trial zones. A large board on the right listed names — candidates already signed and numbered. Lucien stood at the registration table with a paper in his hand. The registrar looked at the form. Looked at Lucien then looked back at the form. "Lucien Thorne." She said, her nose wrinkling. "Scholarship. Omega designation." "That's correct." She ran her eyes over him but stamped it anyway. He turned around and took a deep breath. A few heads had turned. Then a few more. "Is that — wait, is that the omega kid?" "The scholarship one?" Someone la

The silence in the room was palpable, but that wasn’t for long because just a few seconds later, chaos broke out. It wasn’t the normal kind of chaos but one that started with a lamp being knocked down as a student shoved over to the front in order to get a closer look at the altar. Then it was followed by a senior prefect pushing a group of agitated students back from attacking Lucien. The trials haven’t even started yet the students seem to have already picked a side. Lucien, who had been too frozen to move since his name was called, suddenly broke out of that reverie as someone he hadn't seen coming pushed hard at his chest and the next thing he knew, he was being knocked into a wall — so hard that blood sprouted out of his temple. “What the actual fuck?” Finn snarled beside him, his sharp eyes going round the room as he searched for the person who just pushed Lucien, but there were too many angry faces to conclude on one. But it was very certain that it’s one of Xavier’s su

He checked and reloaded the page close to ten times, and when it finally clicked that what he was seeing was real, he almost dropped his phone out of shock. “What the actual heck?” He growled, the headache from earlier recurring. Finn turned around in his sleep, but Lucien ignored him. His brain went busy, calculating how convenient it was that he, who had been bullied all his life, had arrived at Dravenmoor and had been underestimated, suddenly got his mother’s bill cleared. Three days ago, no one would have even batted an eyelid if they found out that his mother was sick. And now her bills have suddenly been cleared?Who could have paid a stranger’s bill? And what exactly did they want in return, because no one would pay such an amount of money without intending to get something back? Just as he broke out of that chain of thought, he caught sight of a white paper almost hanging out of his locker, which was by his bed. Je walked over to it because he sure didn’t leave the table t

He should have known that his father was up to something after that fake checkup earlier that morning. “I’ve gotten everything under control from here, just go into that forest and come back with the prize.” His father had said. Xavier stared down at Carla’s lifeless body, then the blood dripping knife in Lucien’s hand and his heaving chest. He should have fucking known that his father was up to something that morning. He wouldn’t just call and say such words without having had something planned. So he tried to get Lucien out of the way by sending Carla — one of his most trusted warriors — after him ahead of the competition. “You know him… or is it her?” Lucien questioned, his voice wavering a bit like that of someone who had run a thousand miles. Xavier glanced down at the body once again. Back at his father’s castle, he wasn’t always allowed to move freely and could only speak to a few people. The most free he had ever been was during training, and one of those moments was wit