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MAXWELLAurora was impossible.I’d come to that conclusion somewhere between arriving home and watching Alec turn a page with enough force to suggest he was imagining it was her neck.We were in the library overlooking the eastern gardens. The only sounds were the crackling fireplace and the occasional rustle of paper. Normally Alec loved the quiet. Tonight he just looked annoyed—which, for him, was the equivalent of anyone else setting something on fire.“She’s impossible,” he muttered.“There it is.” I looked up from my phone, grinning.Alec didn’t bother denying it. “She fired us.”I laughed. “She did.”He closed his book with a decisive snap that echoed through the room. “Who fires their own victims?”“Our mate,” I said.“Apparently.”I leaned back in my chair, replaying the courtyard conversation. Aurora had looked genuinely offended—not because she disliked us, but because she thought we were ruining her future dating prospects. As if she’d already decided we were the problem.“
Aurora.By the sixth day, people had already started moving out of my way.I noticed it while crossing the courtyard toward the main quad. It wasn’t dramatic, no one dove into traffic to avoid me, but the shift was unmistakable. After a lifetime of being invisible or avoided for entirely different reasons, the change stood out sharply.A group of first-years spotted me approaching and quietly stepped aside. Two girls lowered their voices as I passed. Behind me, someone whispered, “That’s her.” A grin tried to fight its way onto my face. I refused to let it win. This whole reputation was built on a ridiculous lie involving two suspiciously cooperative twins and one strategically placed backpack. Yet somehow, it was working. The realization should have bothered me more than it did. Instead, I found myself walking a little taller, which was probably a problem.I was halfway across the courtyard when I spotted her—the girl from the other day, the one who had introduced my face to a wall
Aurora.They were still there.Sitting at my table like they owned the place, as if two boys from school casually staking out my bar was the most normal thing in the world.Alec had his book open again, calm as ever, like he hadn’t just hijacked my entire evening.Maxwell looked far too comfortable for someone who’d followed me to work with zero explanation.I stood there a second longer than necessary, tray pressed against my hip, while my brain stubbornly refused to process the situation.Maxwell looked up first, one eyebrow raised. “You’re just going to stare at us, or are you going to take our order?”“I’m considering my options.”Alec turned a page without looking up. “She’s forgotten how to work.”“I have *not* forgotten how to work,” I shot back. “I’m recalibrating my tolerance for strange behavior.”Maxwell’s mouth twitched. “Fair.”I pulled out my notepad with a sigh. “What do you want?”Before they could answer, a familiar voice cut in beside me.“Well, well.”I closed my ey
Aurora.By lunchtime, I was standing outside the Humanities building, trying to decide whether I had enough energy left to survive Professor Langley's afternoon lecture when three girls appeared in front of me.Not approached. Appeared.One second the path was clear. Next, they were blocking it.I stopped walking because they had very effectively stopped me from continuing.Nobody spoke immediately.The girl in the center folded her arms. She was tall, beautiful, and immaculately dressed—the sort of person who looked like she had never experienced an awkward phase in her entire life."You're Aurora."I glanced behind me before looking back at her."Last time I checked."The girl didn't smile. Her friends looked equally unimpressed.Fantastic. Another delightful social interaction."What exactly is your relationship with Alec and Maxwell?"I blinked.Of all the questions I had expected, that had not been one of them."My what?""Your relationship."I stared at her."They exist."Her ex
Maxwell.The dining room was unusually quiet.Not because anyone lacked something to say. Because our father looked like he had so much on his mind but was waiting for the perfect moment. Across the table, Alec continued eating as though nothing unusual had happened today. I knew better.Dad set down his glass with a soft clink."So."That single word carried the weight of an interrogation.Alec did not even look up from his plate."So.""I hear you have been having problems at university.""No.""Interesting."Dad leaned back in his chair."Because I have received three separate calls informing me that a certain person has apparently claimed ownership of you."I choked on my drink. Across from me, Mom covered a laugh with her napkin.Alec calmly cut another piece of steak."No one owns me."Dad's eyes narrowed slightly."Then why is half the university convinced you are being bullied?""It was a misunderstanding.""A misunderstanding.""Yes."A small voice from the side of the tabl
Aurora.By the end of my second day at Ravencroft, I had come to a deeply concerning realization.My plan was working.I hadn't expected it to work.I had expected embarrassment. Regret. Possibly a public apology and a transfer request.Instead, people moved out of my way.Not dramatically. Nobody dove into the bushes or fled at the sight of me.But there was a difference.A subtle one.The kind you only notice if you spent years being the person people usually walked through instead of around.Nobody bumped my shoulder.Nobody made comments under their breath.Nobody looked at me and immediately decided I was the safest target in the room.For the first time in years, I wasn't bracing myself every time I entered a crowded space.The feeling was unsettling.And embarrassingly addictive.I was crossing the central courtyard between classes when I noticed two students approaching from the opposite direction. They were talking to each other right up until they saw me.Then both of them s
Denver.I was halfway down the hall to my room when one of the guards walked up to me.“Alpha, Tiana was here asking for you,” he said. “She’s waiting.”I didn’t think twice. “Give her access.”The door to my room had barely shut behind me when I started pulling off my jacket. My body felt heavy, t
SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived wit
Selena.As we entered the car and headed toward our pack house gates, I found myself glancing back.Some small, foolish part of me still hoped they would come. That they would say goodbye. That they would choose me once, just once.I kept expecting to hear my mother call my name. I kept believing m
Selena.Just as I had the previous night, I did not sleep. I lay awake until morning, staring at the ceiling as the light slowly changed in the room. When the sun finally rose, it did not bring comfort. It only made everything feel more real.This room no longer felt like mine.The walls were the







