LOGINKaelen felt his heart pound hard in his chest as he strode through the halls, clearly in a hurry. He ignored the stare from the other students, his mind filled with thoughts of the Omega he'd claimed. He did not know what to expect. Would she be slim, curvy and tall?
Liora hurried beside him, her heels clicking against the stone floor. "She's in the main hall and is supposed to meet Officer Halstead to process her enrollment." He stopped in his stride and turned to face her, his expression cold. "You're going to help her.You're going to lead her to Officer Halstead.”He paused when Liora's eyes widened. “Make sure she gets her schedule and finds her classes." Liora's mouth was set in a thin line. She did not want to be serving an Omega but her Alpha had commanded and his words were law. Kaelen turned away after giving his instructions, his hands clenching at his sides. "I'm going to class. I can't be seen with her." --- Anaya stood in the hallway, lost. Students passed her, their whispers following her like a shadow. She'd been walking for what felt like hours, trying to find the main administrative building, but every turn led her to another dead end. A student laughed as he passed her. No one had made a joke, she was clearly the punchline. She kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the ground. She blinked back the tears and forced herself to keep walking. "Anaya Morgan?" She frowned and turned. A tall striking woman stood behind her, her Beta scent commanding attention. She wore the Academy uniform like a fashion piece for the runway. "I'm Liora Vale," Liora said. Her cold eyes assessed the Omega. Although Anaya wasn't what she expected, she was not shocked by it. "I'm a Beta advisor here at the Academy. I've been sent to escort you to Officer Halstead." Anaya blinked, surprised. "You... you were sent?" "By the administration." Liora's expression gave nothing away. "They're aware of your... condition. They want to make sure you don't get lost." "You don't have to do this… I can find my way," she said quietly. "I'm sure you can." Liora eyed the girl and pursed her lips. "But the Academy prefers efficiency. Follow me." She turned and walked away, leaving Anaya no choice but to follow. --- The main administrative building was a grand hall with high ceilings and marble floors. Officer Halstead sat behind a massive desk, his expression bored as Anaya approached. "Anaya Morgan?" he asked, not looking up. "Yes, sir." He slid a folder across the desk. "Your schedule. Your student handbook. Your dormitory assignment." He finally looked at her, his eyes raking over her with obvious distaste. "You're in Omega dormitory, room 47. Your roommates are Mira, Sera, Tessa, and Daphne. You'll follow their lead, you'll stay out of trouble, and you'll attend all your classes. Understood?" Anaya nodded and reached for the folder on the desk. "Yes, sir." "Your first class is Pack History. Room 205. Don't be late." --- The classroom was massive and already filled up. High ceilings. Tall windows that let in streams of sunlight. Rows of desks arranged in a semicircle, facing a podium at the front. Students sat in clusters; Alphas at the front, Betas in the middle, Omegas at the back. The hierarchy was written in every detail. The way the Alphas lounged in their seats, their legs sprawled, their voices loud and confident. The way the Betas sat straighter, more attentive, trying to prove their worth. The way the Omegas hunched in the back, soft and quiet, trying to be invisible. Anaya stood in the doorway, her heart pounding. She feared it would burst out. She shifted her feet nervously before she entered into the class. The whispers started immediately. "Is that her?" "The new Omega?" "Look at her. She's so... big." "Her face is pretty, though. Did you see her eyes?" Anaya's face burned. She kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the floor, and walked toward the back of the room. The Omegas were there, tucked away in the corner, their eyes following her every move. She slid into an empty seat, her body screaming in protest. The chair was hard, uncomfortable, and she could feel eyes boring into the back of her head. She kept her eyes on her desk, her hands pressed to her chest, her only companion the warmth of the bond until the teacher walked in; a tall Beta with sharp eyes and graying hair. "Good morning, class," he said, his voice carrying across the room. "I see we have a new student today." His eyes landed on Anaya, and he frowned. "Anaya Morgan," he said. "I was informed you'd be joining us. Please introduce yourself to the class." Anaya stood slowly, her legs trembling. She could feel everyone's eyes on her and it made her nervous. "My name is Ana… Anaya Morgan.” She hated that her voice shook, an obvious sign she was afraid and nervous. "That's all?" The teacher raised an eyebrow. "No mention of your wolf? Your pack? Where you come from?” Kaelen Drake strode into the classroom at that moment. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell across his forehead and eyes the color of winter frost. His shirt was untucked, his tie loose, his expression cold and dismissive. He scanned the room, his eyes searching for her. And then he found her. She was standing in the back corner, her head bent, her shoulders hunched. She was larger than he'd expected—soft, rounded, beautiful in a way that caught him off guard. Her face was delicate, with high cheekbones and full lips that looked like they'd pout beautifully when she was annoyed. Her hair was long and brown, falling over her shoulders. He couldn't see her eyes. But her body... she was fat. Undeniably, unmistakably fat. Kaelen's breath caught. The bond flared, an electric current that raced through his veins, settling deep in his chest. He'd been imagining someone fragile. Delicate. A small, soft Omega that would fit perfectly in his arms. She wasn't any of those things. But she was still beautiful. Her skin was like cream, smooth and unblemished despite the bruises on her face. He forced his gaze away, his expression carefully blank. He couldn't let anyone see that she affected him. "Kaelen. Late again?" The teacher's voice cut through the room, sharp and disapproving. Kaelen smiled and rubbed his hands together, his smile sly. "Apologies. I was with my lady." He winked at the class. One of the Alpha at the front snickered and the class… better still, the Alphas at the front laughed. The teachers just shook his head and waved his hands. Kaelen walked toward the front of the room, his steps measured, his face impassive. He could feel her eyes on him, feel the bond pulsing with recognition. But she didn't know. She didn't know who he was. He slid into his seat, surrounded by admirers who crowded around him, eager for his attention. He laughed at something one of them said but his mind was elsewhere. The bond was calling to him, demanding that he look at her, that he go to her but he forced himself to stay still and focus on the lesson. --- Anaya watched him walk to the front. The bond had flared to life the moment he entered the room, a warmth that spread through her chest, electric and alive. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm the racing of her heart. What is this? she thought. What's happening to me? She looked at the man who'd just walked in; tall and devastatingly handsome. He was surrounded by admirers, laughing at something one of them had said. He was an Alpha, obviously, and a powerful one at that. But why did he affect her like this? Why did her heart race when she looked at him? Why did the bond pulse so strongly in his presence? She looked away, forcing herself to focus on the lesson. She didn't know who he was. But she knew one thing for certain—this man was dangerous. --- The lesson dragged on. Anaya struggled to focus, her body aching, her mind racing. The teacher droned on about pack history, about the history of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. She felt sleepy. She’d long since learned about all of this. When she had nothing to do back home or rather when she was ignored by almost everyone, her companion had been books She placed her hands on her chin and her dark eyes scanned the room. Her eyes instinctively settled on the Alpha that had walked in late. She quickly looked away when he looked in her direction and did her best to focus on the class. --- When the class ended, Anaya could not feel more relieved. She gathered her things slowly, trying to give the other students time to leave. She didn't want to face them. But as she stood to leave, a hand landed on her shoulder. "Anaya.” She slowly turned and came face to face with Mira, her roommate. She was surprised the girl had come to her after what happened in the dorm. "I know it's hard. Being new and… different." She squeezed Anaya's arm. "But you'll find your place here. I promise." Anaya blinked, surprised by the kindness. "Thank you," she said quietly. She felt a flicker of hope. Maybe she wasn't alone after all. She smiled back… a small, tentative smile. "Thank you, Mira. I appreciate that." Mira nodded, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Of course. We Omegas have to stick together." She turned and walked away, leaving Anaya standing there, her heart a little lighter. But later, when Anaya looked back on this moment, she'd realize that Mira's smile hadn't reached her eyes.“Malcolm!”Marcus was already halfway out of his chair when Malcolm bent forward again, one hand clamped over his mouth. The cough that followed was wet and violent, forcing his small body against the edge of the table until his shoulder knocked into his plate.Blood spilled between his fingers.Reina shot to her feet. “What is happening to him?”Davon caught her arm before she could rush forward. “Stay there.”Marcus reached Malcolm first, pulling him away from the table as another cough shook through him.“Look at me, son.”Malcolm tried to lift his head, but another spasm seized his chest.“Kael…”Kaelen had already dropped beside him.“I'm here.” His voice was low and controlled, though the hand he placed against Malcolm's back trembled slightly. “Breathe slowly.”Malcolm couldn't. He coughed again, and more blood ran down his chin.Anaya pushed back from her chair.“Turn him.”Nobody seemed to hear her so she moved closer. “You need to turn him onto his side.”Kaelen looked up. F
“Uhm.. I..” Anaya's fingers clenched on her lap. Why couldn't she just say Silvercrest Pack. Her mouth opened, closed. The words were there somewhere, buried under years of shame, but they wouldn't come. She could feel everyone watching her, even Kaelen. It was Malcolm who broke the silence. "She's Kaelen's friend," he said quickly. A little too quickly. He looked at Anaya and gave her a small, encouraging nod, like _it's okay, I got you._ Anaya felt a rush of gratitude so strong her eyes stung. She looked owards Kaelen and swallowed. Friend? She wasn't Kaelen's friend. She was barely his partner. But Malcolm didn't know that. He was just trying to help and that didn't come often. Reina looked at Malcolm, then back at Anaya. Something flickered in her eyes.. understanding, maybe, or pity. "Oh," Reina said, and she shook her head a little, as if trying to understand something. "Okay.” She turned away, reached for the bread basket in the middle of the long table, and pulled t
It was Kaelen but he wasn't alone.Behind him was a man who looked like an older, broader version of Marcus.. same hard jaw, same sharp eyes, but with grey at his temples and a much easier smile. And beside Davon was a girl, about Anaya's age. Her breath caught. The girl was beautiful. Tall and slender, with dark hair that fell in perfect waves past her shoulders. Her dress was simple but expensive.. deep green silk that hugged her figure in all the right places. She walked like Kaelen did — like she owned the ground.Anaya looked down at herself. Her plain gray t-shirt and jeans. The curves she'd never been able to hide, no matter how many layers she wore.She suddenly felt small and wrong.Kaelen's eyes swept the room. He looked at his father, at Malcolm, and then right over Anaya like she was furniture. No nod. No hello. She wasn't expecting one.. but still. The man, however, did see her. His gaze landed on her and stayed. He gave her a small, polite smile, but his eyes moved sl
The forest blurred past him in streaks of green and brown. Kaelen ran. Not the controlled, measured pace of an Alpha on patrol, but something wild. The trees whipped past, branches clawing at his fur, and he welcomed the sting and the burn in his muscles. "Slow down." Kyle's voice was a rumble in his skull. His wolf. The other half of him. "You're going to tear something." Kaelen didn't answer. He could feel her. Even now, even miles away, the bond pulsed in his chest like a second heartbeat. He could feel her confusion. Her hurt. The way her shoulders had tensed when he'd said those words. "You're a fool," Kyle said. "Shut up." "A coward." "I said shut up!" Kyle growled, low and frustrated, but said nothing more. Kaelen pushed through a thicket, branches snapping against his ribs, and burst into a clearing. The moon hung overhead, pale and indifferent, casting silver light across the grass. He suddenly shifted and he hit the ground on two legs, his chest heaving, his bre
Kaelen could feel his father's eyes on him as he tracked Anaya's face slowly. It was involuntary — the way his gaze moved over her features, cataloguing every detail like he was memorizing her. He took in the faint crease between her brows, the uncertainty in her eyes, the way a strand of hair had fallen across her cheek. Then his eyes dropped to her lips before he could stop them. He remembered the way they'd felt against his. Soft, warm. He knew it was her first cause it was hesitant at first, unskilled. He remembered the way she'd gasped against his mouth, the way her fingers had curled into his jacket like she was afraid he'd disappear. He remembered walking away after saying that cold sentence. The words tasted like ash in his mouth now. He'd meant them. He'd had to. "Kaelen." His father's voice cut through the silence. Kaelen blinked, dragged back to the present, and realized he'd been staring. Kaelen's jaw tightened. He looked at his father — at the cold, unreadable exp
The car door opened before Anaya could reach for the handle. Warm air rushed in, carrying the smell of freshly cut grass and something faintly smoky from the chimneys. She stepped out carefully, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder, and immediately felt the mansion watching her. It was even more intimidating from this close. Kaelen's father stood on the top step, his posture rigid, his winter-frost eyes fixed on the vehicle. He hadn't moved since they'd pulled up. Hadn't smiled. Hadn't done anything except wait. Anaya's palms were slick against her bag strap. She wiped them on her jeans, but they were already damp again. Kaelen climbed out first, his movements controlled. He didn't look back at her. Anaya forced herself to move, her legs trembling as she stepped onto the gravel. The crunch of stones under her shoes sounded too loud in the silence. Kaelen's father watched her approach. His expression was unreadable, but as she drew closer, something shifted in his e







