LOGINLola Dawson has always lived quietly on campus, hiding her true self behind thick glasses and the reputation of a good girl. Her secret is safe, until love makes everything collapse. Flint, her adopted brother and the future Alpha, is cold, rational, and untouchable. Lola has loved him in silence for years, but when her feelings are exposed, he rejects her in front of everyone, crushing her heart. Then there is Morgan, Flint’s cousin. A reckless bad boy with a dangerous smile, he steps in, claims Lola as his girlfriend, and challenges Flint in front of the entire campus. To everyone else, it looks like a fake relationship. To Lola, it feels like falling into chaos. Now Lola is trapped between two enemies, one she has loved all her life, and one who refuses to let her go. As secrets unravel, she must face the truth about her wolf, her bloodline, and which Alpha truly owns her heart.No one knows she carries the blood of a powerful wolf family destroyed years ago.
View MoreThird-Person PerspectiveCara hosted a clan gathering two weeks before Morgan's planned event. Invitations went to all local pack leaders. Regional cooperation. Business networking. No one could refuse without raising suspicion.Flint's pack received one. Morgan's too. Four other smaller territories.The gathering was at Cara's estate. Large rooms. High ceilings. Expensive food and wine. String lights on the terrace.Everyone dressed formally. Alphas in suits. Lunas in elegant dresses. All the expected faces performing all the expected roles.Lola arrived with Flint. Cream dress. Simple. Modest. Hair pulled back. Beautiful in a quiet way. Easy to overlook.Cara noticed immediately.Morgan arrived alone. Tim stayed near the edges of the room. Morgan wore black. Expression neutral. Controlled. He greeted people. Shook hands. Played cooperative Alpha.But Cara saw the way his eyes tracked the room until they found Lola. And once they found her, they didn't leave for long.Cara arranged s
Third-Person PerspectiveMorgan had been coming to the pack territory nearly every other day for two weeks, always with a legitimate excuse—paperwork, meetings, site inspections that demanded Lola’s direct involvement. No one questioned it; the mineral project was critical, and frequent coordination between the two leads was only logical.But Cara saw what others missed.She noticed how Morgan’s posture shifted the moment Lola entered a room. How his gaze tracked her every move, even when he was supposedly buried in documents. How he unconsciously positioned himself between her and the doors, as if shielding her before a threat even existed.She noticed Lola’s reactions, too—the careful distance she kept, the way she never fully turned her back on him, the faint tremor in her hands when he stood too close. These were not two people indifferent to one another.Cara had agreed to help Morgan with his plan at the upcoming gathering. But first, she needed proof: exactly how far he would g
Morgan's POVThe next day, Lola arrived at the drilling site early. She was wearing practical clothes. Boots. Jacket. Hair tied back. Ready to work.I met her at the main tent."Good morning," I said."Morning," she said. She didn't quite meet my eyes.We spent the day walking the site. Checking equipment. Talking to crew members. Reviewing safety protocols. All normal work.But there were moments.Moments when I stood close to her to look at the same diagram, and she went very still. Moments when our hands both reached for the same tool, and she pulled back like she'd been burned. Moments when I caught her looking at me, and she turned away quickly.By the third day, something had shifted.We were in the equipment tent reviewing inventory when she actually laughed at something I said. A real laugh. Not polite... Real.I stopped what I was doing and looked at her."What?" she said."Nothing," I said. "I just haven't heard you laugh in a long time."Her smile faded slightly."We should
Morgan's POVI sat in Cara's office the next morning. My head pounded with the memory of last night. The kiss. The way Lola had shoved me away after kissing me back. The way her eyes betrayed a desperate want battling a bitter self-hatred.Cara sat across from me, hands folded neatly on the desk. She had summoned me. We need to talk. I came because her judgment was one of the few things I still trusted.I stood and paced to the window. Outside, soldiers ran drills in the training yard, a normal day. The world kept spinning as if nothing had shattered."I don't understand her," I said, my voice tight. "I'm an Alpha now. I have power. Resources. Everything I lacked three years ago when she walked away. I can give her anything she wants. A pack. A title. Absolute security. Everything Flint offers and more." I turned back to face Cara. "So why does she still choose him? What does he have that I don't?"Cara watched me, her expression unreadable. "You're asking the wrong question.""Then
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