005

🖱️Victor🖱️

Wow. Wow. So the snow coward finally has a weakness.

After years of watching him walk around this academy like the moon personally kissed his forehead, the universe finally threw me a gift.

A boy. A human-looking boy. A boy who made Sammy lose control in front of an entire dining hall.

Perfect.

I leaned back in my chair as the wolf stormed out of the hall, all glowing eyes and barely contained panic. It was adorable in a pathetic, doomed way. If that reaction came from a simple kiss, then this mystery boy must be something special.

Now where can I find him.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the student council. They answered on the first ring because they always did when I called.

“Prepare an orientation tonight,” I said. “A special one. The new student needs to be welcomed in style.”

They didn’t ask questions. They never do.

That’s the perk of being the next Vampire King. My word moves faster than rumor.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, still smiling. Finally, after years of waiting, the perfect crack in Sammy’s armor appeared. Fate had a sense of humor after all.

Sammy and I were raised on opposite sides of two ancient thrones. Heir to the wolves. Heir to the vampires. Every lesson we’ve ever had was a competition. Every victory was a war. Every breath he took felt like a dare.

He was born with a pack behind him.

I was born with power humming in my blood.

And our elders wanted us trained here, under one roof, in one brutal academy. Two kings in the making forced to spend every day pretending we didn’t want to rip out each other’s throat.

I’ve always hated him. Not the casual kind. The deep kind. The kind that starts as rivalry and grows into obsession.

Destroying him became a hobby. Outshining him became a duty. Crushing him became a promise I made to myself.

And now this boy appears out of nowhere and sends the mighty snow wolf into a frenzy.

Delicious.

I stepped into the restroom to wash my hands, already planning the night, when the door swung open behind me. Someone stumbled in, bumping straight into my shoulder. I turned, expecting some clueless first year.

But then the scent hit me.

Warm. Sweet. Soft. Like sunlight trapped in skin.

Not vampire.

Not wolf.

Not any creature I knew.

My breath caught a little before I could stop it.

He looked up at me with wide, clueless eyes, clearly not expecting anyone to be here. His hair was a mess from running. His lips were slightly parted like he’d been breathing hard.

Oh.

Oh this must be him.

The boy.

And dear gods his scent was to die for.

It slid into my senses like silk dipped in heat. My pulse kicked up, sharp and hungry. I took one step closer without thinking, drawn in like something ancient inside me wanted a taste.

No wonder Sammy snapped.

If the wolf had even half the reaction I was having right now… this was dangerous.

Very dangerous.

The boy blinked up at me. “S… sorry,” he whispered.

I smiled slowly. Found you.

Before he could take another breath, I caught his wrist, spun him around, and pressed him back against the door. The lock clicked behind him with a sharp finality that made his pulse jump.

He stared up at me like a cornered deer.

Wide eyes. Quick breaths. Heat rolling off him in waves.

That scent hit me again, harder this time. It wrapped around my head, crawled down my spine, and dragged out every instinct I’d spent years pretending I didn’t have.

I pressed closer, pinning him with my body.

“Running already?” I murmured against his cheek. “I haven’t even introduced myself.”

He tried to push at my chest. It was adorable. And useless. His heart hammered. His throat bobbed. His scent only got sweeter.

I dragged my fingers up his jaw, tilting his face toward mine. “Mm… no wonder the wolf is losing his mind over you.”

His lips parted like he was about to speak.

Wrong move.

I kissed him.

Not gentle.

Not curious.

A hard, hungry kiss that shoved every thought out of both our heads.

His back hit the door. My hand slid up his throat as his breath caught in my mouth, soft and stunned.

He tasted nothing like the creatures in this academy.

He tasted alive.

Bright.

Forbidden and that shit turn me the fuck on… his kind of taste that ruins people.

I deepened the kiss, claiming every inch of his mouth until he clutched my shirt like he didn’t know whether to pull me closer or shove me away. His knees trembled. His breath shook.

And gods… it only made me want more.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His lips were swollen. His eyes dazed. His chest rising too fast.

Perfect.

So this is the boy Sammy is willing to murder me for. This is the boy who makes the wolf break composure.

This is the boy who smells like sin and sunlight.

I brushed my thumb over his lower lip, slow and teasing. “If one kiss does this to you… I can only imagine what the next one will do.”

He swallowed hard, and I felt the sound under my palm.

Oh…

This was going to be fun

My smirk was still on my lips when the sound cracked across the bathroom.

The slap landed so hard my head snapped to the side. My cheek burned. The sting spread in a sharp bright rush that shocked a laugh right out of me. No one has ever slapped me before.

Well~~~ Well~~~ The boy had claws.

I turned back slowly.

He stood there with his hand still half raised. His chest heaving. His eyes blazing hotter than anything human should carry. His lips were red from my kiss and he looked like fury wrapped in trembling defiance.

“If you ever do that again,” he said through clenched teeth, “I will make sure to cut off your fucking dick.”

The words hit harder than the slap.

For a moment I only stared at him. Then my grin grew slow and wicked because damn he was beautiful when he was angry. Fire poured out of him like he had no idea the danger he was provoking but he still refused to back down.

I stepped closer once more and he instantly pressed himself tighter to the door. His hand lifted like he wanted to slap me again but he was shaking now. Not with fear. With something else. Something wilder.

I placed my palm on the door beside his head. Not touching him. Not claiming him. Just close enough for him to feel the heat rolling off me.

“You touch harder than you look,” I murmured with a soft cold smile. “Interesting.”

His jaw clenched like he was ready to kick me. Cut me. Throw the entire sink at my head.

And gods… it thrilled me.

“Relax little flame,” I said. “I am not here to steal anything from you. Not yet.”

His eyes narrowed sharply. “Move. Away. From. Me.”

That voice cut. Strong. Certain.

I let the tension stretch a moment longer just to watch the fire burn in him then finally stepped back. Not because he scared me. But because his fury tasted better when he breathed freely.

He shoved past me without looking back. Shoulders stiff. Neck flushed. Scent flaring bright in the air behind him.

I watched him go with a slow exhale.

The slap. The threat. The heat.

Snow wolf might think he kissed something fragile but he has no idea what he is dealing with.

And now neither do I.