Third person POVThey didn’t stop.The kiss deepened, Agatha straddling Fenrik as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. His lips were hungry, devouring hers like he’d been starving for this moment.But then — she broke away, her breathing heavy against his mouth, her eyes dark but steady.“The bet isn’t over,” she whispered, her lips still brushing his. “But this… doesn’t mean you’re getting all of me.”Fenrik didn’t reply. He just stared at her mouth, his wolf blazing behind his eyes, wanting more.Agatha swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she brushed back her hair. Then, as if she couldn’t help herself, she leaned in again. This time, the kiss was slower but no less heated — no pretending, no audience, no games to make Rhunar jealous.It was just them, tangled up in the heat of the moment.Fenrik’s hand slid down, tugging at the hem of her dress, fingers slipping under the fabric —The front door of the car slammed open.“What the—” Ryan blurted before his eyes went
Fenrik’s POV “Wow. Didn’t know you were actually a good teacher,” Lyra’s voice drawled behind me. I glanced over and saw her sprawled on the living room couch, two male wolves massaging her shoulders like she was some spoiled queen. I leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “You should’ve come to the field, sweetheart. Then you’d really see how good I am at teaching.” But the more I watched her sitting there—alone in the house while everyone else had been outside—the more uneasy I felt. Could she have been the one who attacked Agatha? Before I could stop myself, my wolf surged forward. In a flash, I was across the room, one hand gripping her neck and lifting her halfway off the couch. Her eyes widened in shock, and the two wolves bolted out of the room without a word. “Where were you this afternoon?” I growled, my wolf’s red glow flashing in her terrified eyes. “What—what are you doing?” she gasped, clawing at my hand. “Answer me! Where were you?” I barked again, tightening m
Agatha’s POV I sat on top of Fenrik’s car in the quiet garage, my legs dangling as I tried to meditate like Linda and Ryan suggested. “Okay, Agatha… what are your fears? What are you guilty of?” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes, letting the silence press in. But deep down… I already knew. Fear? That I’ll always be an outcast. That no matter what I do, I’ll never be enough — never who they expect me to be. Guilt? That my birth caused my father’s and brother’s deaths. I clenched my hands on my knees, my throat tight. Is this why I can’t connect to my wolf? How do I even let go of this? A faint sound — soft breathing — broke the stillness behind me. I froze. Slowly, I turned my head… and stopped breathing. A wolf. Huge, dark-furred, its glowing eyes fixed on me. I scrambled off the car, heart hammering, and screamed as I tried to run — but it was too fast. It leapt ahead of me, cutting me off, its nose brushing against me like it was… sniffing me. Like it knew me. Be
Third Person POV “348… 349… 350!” Ryan’s voice rang out, full of amusement. He grinned at the two Alpha brothers sprawled on the grass, both gasping for breath, their shirts clinging to their sweaty chests. “What’s wrong? Are the mighty Alpha brothers tired already?” he teased, folding his arms. Fenrik rolled onto his back, still breathing hard, and waved him off. “No. Just… taking… a tiny… little break,” he panted. “Yeah,” Rhunar muttered beside him, equally winded. Linda crouched nearby with a sly smile. “So neither of you could go past 350 push-ups? Wow. I thought Alpha blood made you two stronger.” Her tone dripped with mockery. Fenrik lifted his head and squinted at her. “Why don’t you come down here and try it yourself? What did you even reach — what number?” Linda smirked. “I was going to hit 100 before you both decided to show off and hog the field.” Rhunar pushed himself up to sit and wiped his hands on his shorts. “Show off? No, no. We were showing you how it’s d
Rhunar’s POV Earlier that day I stood at the doorway of Professor Dale’s classroom. The room was quiet, only the sound of his pen scratching faintly against paper. “What do you want, child?” he asked flatly, without even turning around — like he’d known I was standing there all along. “I need a word with you,” I said. “You may speak, young Alpha. Don’t just stand there like a nervous pup,” he replied. I walked in quickly and sat down across from him. His cold gaze finally lifted to meet mine. “Well?” he prompted. I clenched my fists on my knees before blurting it out. “I want Fenrik gone. Not dead… just far away from Packland.” Professor Dale raised an eyebrow. “And do I look like I have the power to simply whisk away the Alpha’s son?” “You have influence,” I pressed. “If you and the Elders talk, you can find a way to push him out before my father returns.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You are the Alpha-to-be,” he said. “Why not stand tall and make
Fenrik — POV “And that’s my couch. Get up,” I said flatly, standing in front of her. Lya looked up at me, lounging with her legs crossed like she owned the place. She didn’t even budge. “What’s your problem?” she snapped, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at my face. I caught it midair, unfazed. “I don’t have a problem, girl. You do. If you don’t want me breathing down your neck, then stay out of my way. When I’m here, find yourself another corner. And don’t touch my favorite things—especially this chair.” She snorted and rolled her eyes as I sat and picked up my controller, eyes back on the screen. “Your favorite things? You really think anything in this house belongs to you? News flash—your own father disowned you,” she hissed. I didn’t even look at her. “Doesn’t matter,” I said coolly, thumbs moving on the controller. “This is still my house. No one—no one—kicks me out. Not even him.” For a moment, there was silence. Then her lips curved into a mocking smirk. “Yo