LOGINKia
For a second, I just stared at him because my brain didn’t catch up fast enough. It was like everything around me slowed down, like the hallway got quieter even though I knew it didn’t. My chest felt tight and I couldn’t tell if I was breathing properly.
“You can’t…” I started, but my voice sounded wrong, like it didn’t belong to me.
“I already did,” he cut in, calm and cold, like this was just another decision he made over breakfast.
I shook my head because no, this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real. “You don’t get to decide this for me.”
Behind him, Liam stood there with his hands in his pockets, not even looking at me. That hurt more than it should have because at least when Ryder was cruel, it was direct. Liam just… erased me. Like I wasn’t worth reacting to.
Kratavak leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed, watching me like I was a show. He actually looked amused, like this was entertaining for him.
My stomach twisted.
“I’m not doing this,” I said, louder this time, even though my hands were shaking. “I’m not some thing you can just…”
Ryder moved so fast I didn’t even see it coming. His hand grabbed my wrist and slammed me back against the lockers. The metal rattled loudly behind me and a few doors down the hallway banged from the impact.
I gasped because it hurt and because it shocked me.
“You still don’t understand,” he said, leaning in close, his voice low and controlled. “So I’ll make it simple for you.”
His fingers tightened around my wrist and I could feel the pressure building, like he wanted me to feel it.
“You don’t have a say.”
My heart was racing so fast it made me dizzy. I tried to pull my hand free but it didn’t move at all.
“You don’t own me,” I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be.
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
“I do,” he said quietly.
The way he said it made my skin crawl.
“You embarrassed us today,” he said, his tone turning colder. “Running off, disappearing, making a scene in front of everyone… including him.”
I swallowed hard but didn’t answer his grip shifted and he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him again.
“That doesn’t happen again.”
“I didn’t ask for any of this,” I said, my voice shaking now. “You don’t get to just decide what I am.”
His jaw tightened and for a second, I thought he was going to say something worse.
Instead, he let go.
Just like that.
I stumbled forward slightly, catching myself against the locker for one stupid second, I thought maybe… maybe he was done.
Then Liam stepped in front of me and Kratavak moved behind me.
Ryder didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.
“Take her home.”
I froze.
“No…” I started, but Liam’s hand grabbed my arm before I could even move.
“Let go of me,” I snapped, trying to yank away, but his grip tightened instantly.
“Kia, stop,” he said under his breath, like I was the problem here. “You’re making this worse.”
“Worse?” I let out a breathless laugh because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re dragging me like I’m nothing…”
Kratavak grabbed my other arm and pulled me back when I tried to twist away. “Relax,” he said lazily. “You’re not exactly helping yourself here.”
“I said let go of me!” I raised my voice this time and a few students nearby turned to look, but no one stepped in. Of course they didn’t.
No one ever did.
Ryder stepped closer and just looked at me, his expression completely blank now.
“Don’t force me to use Alpha command,” he said quietly and that was all it took.
My body went still before I could stop it and I hated that, I hated how even the threat of it was enough to shut me down.
“Good,” he murmured.
And then they moved, they didn’t drag me anymore because I stopped fighting, but they didn’t let go either. Liam’s grip stayed firm on my arm and Kratavak stayed close behind me like he expected me to try something again.
I didn’t not because I didn’t want to because I knew it wouldn’t work.
The walk out of the academy felt longer than usual. Every step felt heavy and every pair of eyes on me felt sharper, I kept my head down because I didn’t want to see their faces.
The car was already waiting and Ryder got in the front seat without looking back. Liam pushed me into the back and slid in beside me while Kratavak took the other side.
I was trapped between them…. Again.
I stared straight ahead, my hands clenched in my lap so tightly my fingers hurt, I didn’t cry… I wasn’t going to cry.
The gates of the manor opened when we pulled up and then closed behind us with a heavy sound that echoed in my chest.
It felt final.
They didn’t take me to my room, we walked down a different hallway, one I wasn’t used to. The air felt colder here and the lights were dimmer.
“Where are we going?” I asked, even though I already had a bad feeling.
No one answered and that made it worse we stopped in front of a door I had never been allowed near before.
Ryder pulled out a key.
“No,” I said, taking a step back. “No, I’m not staying here…”
Kratavak grabbed my shoulder and pushed me forward. “You are.”
“I’m not going in there,” I said, trying to pull away.
“Then we’ll put you in there,” he replied, not even bothering to hide the threat.
I struggled anyway as they pushed me inside the room was bigger than mine but it didn’t feel like it. It felt empty.
The windows were high and when I looked up, I saw the bars.
The door slammed behind me, the lock clicked. I rushed forward and grabbed the handle, pulling hard.
“Open the door!” I yelled, banging my hand against it. “Ryder, this isn’t funny! Open it!”
I stood there for a second, my hand still on the handle, like maybe it would magically open if I waited long enough.
It didn’t slowly, I stepped back and looked around the room again. They weren’t just moving me tomorrow they were making sure I couldn’t run before then.
My legs gave out and I dropped onto the floor, my back hitting the wall.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered, pressing my hands against my face.
Time passed, I didn’t know how long and I just sat there, trying not to think too much because every time I did, it felt like I was going to panic.
Then I heard something… soft sound near the door, I froze.
The lock turned quietly.
My heart jumped and the door opened just enough for someone to slip inside a familiar face.
LiamHe had been avoiding the east corridor all morning for precisely this reason.He knew where it would lead. He had known since last night, since he stood in that doorway and watched Ryder's face while Ryder delivered his announcement, since he saw the way Kia's expression shifted from defiance to something smaller and more honest that she immediately locked away again.He knew himself well enough to know that if he started moving toward it, he wouldn't stop.He turned into the east wing of the building anyway.Ryder was in the war room, which was what Kratavak had started calling the study at the mountain estate because it had better acoustics for arguments. Liam could hear him before he reached the door. Not words, just movement. The particular weighted footfall of Ryder pacing, which he only did when the curse was high or when he was working through something he couldn't resolve by force.Liam opened the door.Ryder looked up from where he was standing by the window, one hand br
KiaI found the small library on the second floor by accident.I hadn't been given a tour of the mountain estate, obviously. My introduction to it had been a locked room and a tray of food I didn't touch. But Dorla had quietly confirmed that morning, while collecting the breakfast dishes, that I was permitted to move through the residential wing during daylight hours provided I didn't approach the outer doors.I needed permission before doing anything like I was a pet with slightly extended boundaries.I took what I could get.The library was narrow, tucked between two larger rooms, lined floor to ceiling with old books that smelled of cedar and decades of disuse. A single window at the far end let in a strip of cold mountain light. There were two chairs, a low table, and the specific kind of silence that only old rooms accumulate.I had been sitting there for almost an hour, not really reading, just existing in a space that didn't feel hostile, when the door swung open.Kratavak lean
KiaMorning came the way bad things always did at the mountain estate. Quietly without warning, and with absolute certainty that it wasn't going to be kind.I had not slept properly. I had drifted in and out of something shallow and restless, my body too aware of every sound in the house, every footstep in the corridor, every shift of wind against the high windows. By the time pale grey light set, I had already given up on sleep entirely and was sitting on the bed, fully dressed and waiting.The knock came at half past seven.Not Dorla's knock, Not Liam's. Harder and more deliberate, like knuckles against wood was just another way of giving an order."I'm awake," I said before it could come again.The door opened.Ryder stepped in alone.That surprised me. I had expected the three of them together, a unified front, the way they always operated when they wanted to make something feel inevitable. But it was just him. Dressed in dark grey and hair pushed back with a tight jaw. He looked
He finished wrapping the cloth around my shoulder carefully, tying it with a precision that was almost obsessive, like he needed the knot to be exactly right. Then he sat back and looked at the work instead of at me."Don't read into it," he said.But I was already reading it.Because I had known Liam for six years. I had watched him be cold and cutting and deliberately cruel. I had watched him turn away from me in corridors and pretend I wasn't in rooms. I had watched him stand beside Moss while she poured wine on me and said absolutely nothing.But I had also once, a long time ago, when we were younger and the curse was newer and none of us fully understood what was happening, found him sitting outside my door in the middle of the night. He had told me it was because the darkness was bad. That he needed to be near me to breathe. He had not spoken to me normally for three days afterward, like the vulnerability of it had frightened him into cruelty.Liam was the most dangerous kind of
KiaI didn't know how long I sat on that floor.Long enough for the light coming through the windows to change. The burning in my shoulder settled into something duller, more permanent, like it had decided to stay.Eventually, a key turned in the lock.I didn't move, I stayed exactly where I was, my knees pulled to my chest, my eyes fixed on the far wall. I wasn't giving anyone the satisfaction of watching me scramble to my feet like I was afraid.The door opened slowly.A woman stepped in carrying a folded set of linens, her head slightly bowed. She was older, perhaps in her late fifties, with a tight grey bun and hands that looked like they had known hard work their entire lives. Behind her came two younger girls, both of them carrying cleaning supplies they didn't appear to need.None of them looked at me directly."Ma'am," the older woman said softly, addressing somewhere vaguely in my direction. Not my eyes, not my face. Somewhere between my chin and the floor."I'm not a Ma'am,"
KiaThe ride to the mountain estate felt longer than it should have, like the road itself was stretching just to keep me trapped in it. No one spoke to me. Liam sat on one side, Kratavak on the other, and Ryder in the front like he couldn’t care less what I was thinking or feeling. I kept staring out the window anyway, even though all I saw were endless trees and cliffs and the kind of isolation that makes you feel like the world forgot you exist.When the gates finally opened, I knew instantly this place wasn’t just another house. It was bigger, colder, more controlled. A full mansion carved into the mountain itself, stone walls rising like it was built to hold something in rather than welcome anyone. The air even felt different here, thinner somehow, like I was already running out of space to breathe.“Get out,” Ryder said simply when the car stopped.I hesitated, my fingers gripping the seat because for a second I really didn’t want to move. Liam reached over and pulled the door







