Clawstone Academy: The Alpha or The Beast

Scarlett’s POV What? I’m not marrying him!” My voice cracked through the dining hall, bouncing off the marble walls. My palms slammed against the long mahogany table so hard the teacup trembled. Arya, my mother, barely blinked. She just lifted her cup and took another slow sip, staying as calm as ice water. “You will,” Matthew said with a tone of finality. My chest tightened. They were serious. They were actually serious. I turned to my mother, waiting for her to say something, to defend me, to tell him to stop but she didn’t. She just kept her gaze fixed on her tea, pretending I wasn’t falling apart two feet away. “Mom, please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “I can’t marry that old man.” “You can,” she said flatly. “And you will. Not many are lucky enough to marry a king.” Her words sliced through me. Lucky? That’s what she called this? Being sold to an old man like some political pawn? How can she even think of calling that lucky when she has been married to two men? Two men

Scarlett’s POV “What do you mean by being a boy?” I asked, not ready to accept what she was suggesting. “No offense, but you've got pretty nice boobs.” Michelle complimented. “Oh, thank you. What's the offense?” “I can easily press it down with a piece of white bandage, and no one would know it's there.” Michelle said. “I hate you.” I beat her playfully, and she chuckled. She was right though. I do have pretty boobs, but they're also small. I also have a very flat backside, unlike Michelle who has loads of both front and back loads. The only thing I could brag about against anyone was my face card, and my intelligence , which eluded me several times. “So, if we press both down, and I start dressing like a boy, what would happen to my hair?” I asked, and she looked at it. “We'll cut the sides, and I'll make it into cornrows, so you'll look like a boy.” Michelle said. “A pretty boy.” “Fuck, this is a bad idea.” I sighed. “It is, but at least it'd work. The boys might be fig

Scarlett’s POV I woke up to being alone in the room. Honestly, I was very happy to be alone. Thane turned out to be rude, although he's insanely handsome, but he also seems troubled, so maybe there's some hope there for him. I took a walk round the room, trying to see if there was anything new from Lunaris academy. As expected, Arya had already put a search warrant for me. My pictures were all over the Internet, and everyone's definitely trying to find me like I'm some lost child, when in reality, I wanted to get away from them. I stared at my phone, hating the way it tingled as I really wanted to get to Michelle to see what's up. I had my bath, and hurriedly changed, tying my breasts down although it wasn't so difficult. I was done in the bathroom and I was on my way to comb my hair when Thane walked in. He stopped at the door, and he looked at me for quite a while. The scent he had on his body was almost making me feel weird. I have never felt this way for anyone, it's like

Scarlett’s POV I did not run, because I was too scared. I could not move, so my legs rather stayed in the same position and decided to make me a meal to the hungry prey. Lunaris was a very horrible place because of the girls, but nothing this evil happens. “Thane, all you had to do was hear me out.” I said, close to tears. “Why do I have to hear you out?” He snapped at me. “My life just needs to go back to normal, and for that to happen, I need you out of the fucking way!” “Please, don't hurt me. I'll write the registrar to take me to another room, please.” I begged, hoping that they'd just let me be. “It's too late for all of that.” Lincoln chuckled. “You would not even be able to retreat coming here.”“ I have something to say, please.” I begged, hoping that they'd just leave me alone. “Keep your fucking mouth shut!” He snapped at me. “You have the chance to run and save yourself, or we can just finish the job here.” One of the boys growled. I looked around, hoping that one

Scarlett’s POV The beast walked around the house, and he stopped by a stool. He leaned on it, and fixed his eyes on me. “Come and sit.” He ordered, and I did as he had asked me. I gently sat on a chair on the opposite side of the table. I had surprisingly calmed down, despite the fear that gripped me earlier. “You can speak, and you don't really have to be scared.” He said with a shrug. My eyes caught a book on the table that he was most likely reading. “Why aren't you eating me?” I asked, and he chuckled. It had this bass to it that made me shake.“If you don't know why, then I'd rather not tell you.” He said, and I went silent.“Contrary to what you think, I'm not so much a fan of human flesh.” He said, and I nodded, feeling calm.“That doesn't mean that I don't eat them when I want to.” He said, and my heart rate spiked again. “I like it when you shift into wolves first, and try to run away from me.”He smirked, and I was fighting hard not to shake. “Your flesh tastes sweeter