In a world where werewolf hierarchy determines everything, Daisy was born with the worst hand possible: Class S. The bottom rung barely worth acknowledging. Yet she's somehow found herself walking the hallowed halls of Lunar Crest Academy, where the elite supernatural heirs learn to rule. She doesn't belong here. Everyone knows it. But something pulled her to this place like a magnet. It was like a scent she couldn't resist. Then she discovered why. "If you tell anyone you're my mate, there will be consequences." The threat came from none other than the Academy's golden boy. The future Alpha of Alphas, and apparently, her destined mate. The same guy whose kiss still burns on her lips, whose touch ignites something primal inside her. It should be a dream come true for Daisy. In another life, she'd be celebrating. But in this reality? Their bond is forbidden and dangerous. It is something to be hidden away like a shameful secret while she watches other girls openly vie for his attention. Unnatural events that were never supposed to happen to her begin to surface, and hidden enemies follow her through the grand halls. Daisy is starting to realize this mate bond might be more than just inconvenient. It was deadly. And she's left wondering if finding her fated mate was the beginning of her story or the beginning of her end. How long can she live in the shadows of her own destiny before the truth drags her into the light?
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I'm running at full speed to catch the entrance exam that will completely change my life.
This isn't just any test. It's my ticket to studying in the most prestigious school in the supernatural world called the Lunar Crest Academy.
My heart pounds against my ribs but I push myself faster as the morning air burns through my lungs.
"You can do this," I whisper to myself. "One month of studying has to be enough."
I don't know if I'll pass, but I've really studied harder than I have before.
I've had more than a month of preparation, late nights poring over borrowed textbooks and practicing until my hand cramped.
I'm already visualizing my success as I approach the imposing examination hall.
The stone building looms ahead with spires that reach toward the clouds.
I slow down just enough to catch my breath before pushing through the heavy wooden doors.
Students mill about inside. Most of them carry themselves with the easy confidence that comes from privilege.
I go straight to look for my name on the posted lists. Five minutes of searching pass before I finally find my place near the bottom of the roster.
"Room 103," I mutter to myself before adjusting my worn backpack strap and heading down the corridor.
I find my assigned seat then sit down to methodically prepare myself. I take out what I need which are papers, pens, a small calculator.
I arrange everything neatly on the desk while reassuring myself that all will be fine though the knot in my stomach suggests otherwise.
I take a moment to look around to notice that there aren't many people in the room yet but I don't recognize anyone.
They're probably from Class B, the ones who usually pass these kinds of tests without breaking a sweat. Their wolves are naturally stronger plus their minds are sharper by birthright alone.
Am I the only one from Class S here? The thought makes me sink lower in my seat. Being Class S means being at the bottom of werewolf society. The weakest, the poorest and the ones whose wolves manifested with minimal strength or special abilities.
The proctor enters and silences the room with a stern look before distributing the exam papers.
"You have three hours. Begin now."
Three hours pass and the test is finally over but don't ask me if I did well because I really don't know. I kept writing the entire time, barely looking up from my paper.
I forgot what I wrote for some sections because my hand was moving almost independently from my brain after the first hour.
"Time's up. Pens down," the proctor announces.
I reluctantly hand over my paper.
Do I have to worry now? Is it okay that I can't remember what I wrote, or should I just give in to the urge to cry?
The pressure that's been building inside me threatens to spill over, but I hold it together as I leave the examination hall.
The walk home takes nearly an hour. I could shift and run since my wolf form is unusually fast for a Class S.
That was one of the few blessings in my life but I prefer walking. It gives me time to think and process the exam questions that still swirl in my mind.
I belong to Class S whose wolves are usually slow when running, but my wolf is always fast, unlike others of my rank.
This is why I rarely tell anyone about my classification.
Sometimes I feel that I'm not weak at all and that I excel in many ways over those who are supposedly better than me just because of their birth class.
It's really unfair to differentiate between werewolves like this. Aren't we all the same underneath? Don't we all bleed the same? But that's just how our world works.
We are divided by abilities we were born with, not the ones we develop.
I finally reach our small house on the outskirts of Light Flock territory only to find that the house is completely empty.
No one's home which indicates that my grandparents are still at work.
I live on the outskirts of the Light Flock territory, in a small house with my grandfather and grandmother. I'm an orphan whose last memory with my father was when I was 10 years old. Now, more than nine years have passed since that day.
My mother died even earlier. I barely remember her face now.
My grandfather works as a guard for the Alpha Palace of our pack, and my grandmother works as an Omega there. It's true that we are from the weakest class but we're not completely destitute because of their palace connections.
My success in that test and my entry into the school of my dreams will take me and my grandparents out of this life.
I head to the kitchen and find two eggs in the refrigerator. There's nothing else there so I make do with what we have.
I start preparing this meager meal before turning on the television to watch the news.
The news anchors drone on about the recovery of the supernatural economy, cooperation and peace treaties occurring between creatures around the world. It's all politics and posturing which is nothing that affects someone like me directly.
I begin flipping between television channels when I stumble upon a press conference featuring the son of an Alpha from Class A.
The camera focuses on a young man at a podium. He is tall with sharp features and dark hair that falls just above his intense eyes.
'I have a strange feeling when I look at him,' Aru my wolf speaks to me.
She is alerting me that there is something unusual about the character on the television.
'That's Damien Grimspire,' I murmur after recognizing him immediately. 'He's one of the most powerful and richest Alphas among the Class A. His family owns several companies around the world. You could say they practically control the supernatural economy. There are 15 families in Class A, and the Grimspires stand at the top of even that elite group.'
'Perhaps it's because they're so rich,' Aru suggests.
I myself couldn't even dream of standing in front of someone like him.
I suddenly hear the key to the door turning and find my grandmother entering the house with bags of food in her hands.
Her gray hair is neatly pinned back but a few strands have escaped after her long workday.
"Oh, Grandma! You're finally back. You're late today. Where's Grandpa?" I ask as I watch her enter the kitchen with the bags.
"Your grandfather will be a little late at work. He won't be able to eat dinner with us tonight," she replies before setting down her burden on the counter.
I peer into the bags and instantly recognize the high-quality food that would normally never be within our budget. "Okay, I see, and are these the waste of the Alpha and his wife?"
"Shame on you!" My grandmother's face flushes. "Whatever it is, this is still food."
"You really... how is that possible, Grandma? You prepare their food, you work so hard, and they don't even give you proper payment for your work?" I can't keep the bitterness from my voice.
"Don't forget that they are also struggling. Our Alpha is only from Class B, my little girl. They barely manage the pack compared to stronger packs."
"So go to a Class A pack, they will pay you well," I suggest.
"I don't think they would accept someone like me..." She sighs before suddenly brightening. "Ah, right! What happened with your test?"
DAISY'What good is finding him if he rejects us?'Aru falls silent again and has no answer to that particular question.“You can change behind the pillar. I'll keep watch." Catherine offers.I quickly change behind the pillar and feel relieved to be properly dressed again.Catherine's clothes fit reasonably well, although the jeans are slightly long on my shorter frame.I fold Damian's shirt carefully and unsure what to do with it.Part of me wants to throw it away and sever this physical connection to him. Yet another part tied to the mate bond can't bear the thought of parting with it."You can keep it, you know," Catherine points out when she notices my hesitation. "I won't tell anyone where it came from."I tuck the shirt into the waistband of the borrowed jeans and beneath the T-shirt. "Thank you," I say again as I step out from behind the pillar. "For everything."“No worries,” Catherine waves me off. "So Daisy, it's getting late. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow," she says
DAISYI clap one hand over my mouth to muffle the sound and the other presses to my racing heart while my eyes dart around frantically, searching for the uninvited person."Oh my God, you scared me," I gasp when I find the intruder. A girl about my age with her copper hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head.Freckles dust her nose and cheeks, giving her a youthful appearance despite the knowing look in her green eyes.Her uniform is slightly rumpled as if she's been outside for a while, and a silver pendant in the shape of a crescent moon hangs at her throat."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," she says with a smiling apology while her gaze travels over me, taking in my disheveled appearance and my state of undress. "What are you doing here though?""I was running," I reply defensively, trying to keep as much of my body hidden behind the pillar as possible."Shouldn't I be asking what you're doing here?" My fingers tug at the hem of Damian's shirt as I try to stretch it further down my
DAISYQuestions burn in my mind, demanding answers, and I'm determined to get them."Is it... because of Melissa—"I don't finish my sentence because the name alone seems to trigger something in him and his expression hardens.Damian abruptly turns with the clear intent to leave without addressing my question.His bare back presents itself to me with muscles shifting beneath tanned skin as he prepares to walk away.Panic surges through me. I can't let him go. Not without answers. Not when my entire world has been upended by this connection neither of us asked for.I lunge forward and grab his hand, my fingers wrapping around his wrist in a desperate attempt to keep him here.The moment our skin connects, a dizzying spark jolts through me.Electricity races up my arm and spreads throughout my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.My heart pounds violently in my chest with an erratic, painful rhythm.Deep within my mind, Aru howls in response to the contact. It's a mournful, y
DAISYThe sound of footsteps from the direction where Damian disappeared pulls my attention.Aru tenses inside me, ready for another confrontation. However, I can feel how drained she is. There’s no energy left for fight or flight.Then Damian steps out from behind the trees, and my breath catches in my throat.He’s half-naked, wearing only dark jeans that sit low on his hips. His chest is bare, revealing a physique that seems almost unreal, as though crafted by an artist.Broad shoulders lead to a narrow waist, his pecs firm and defined and his abs appearing carved from stone.His arms, corded with muscle, exude strength. Powerful without being overly bulky.His dark blue hair falls across his forehead in tousled waves.Sunlight filters through the trees, casting a golden glow over his skin. Smooth and flawless. It radiates an almost ethereal warmth, except for one glaring imperfection.A jagged scar runs from his left chest to his stomach. It’s brutal and deep, the kind of injury th
DAISYI try to ignore him and keep running when Aru suddenly seizes control of our body, something she has never done without my permission before.The transition is jarring and disorienting. My consciousness is shoved aside like a passenger being ejected from the driver's seat, forced to watch helplessly as she takes complete control.‘Aru, what are you doing?’ I ask, alarmed by this unexpected and unprecedented takeover.She has never, ever forcibly taken control like this in all our years together. We've always worked in harmony, sharing decisions and respecting each other's boundaries.‘I can't stand him,’ she responds.I can hear her mental voice become tight with raw, unfiltered pain.‘Even looking at him hurts too much. I feel sick from that female's scent clinging to him. We need to get rid of him or I'll get worse, and you'll suffer too.’Her distress cuts, and it feels even sharper than my own heartbreak. The depth of her anguish is overwhelming, a crushing weight that threa
DAISYI break into a run the moment I'm out of sight of the school and head straight for the dense forest that borders the eastern edge of the campus.My lungs burn and my legs ache, but I push harder, desperate to put as much distance between myself and the school as possible.The physical exertion helps give me something to focus on besides the crushing pain in my heart.I slow to a stop once I'm far enough from the school or anyone.The forest stands before me with its trees stretching toward the sky, their dense canopy creating a world of dappled shadows and hushed silence.I glance around to make sure I'm truly alone before stepping off the beaten path and into the thick underbrush.I feel the familiar pressure building inside me, a restless energy that demands release. The call of my wolf grows stronger with each passing second, an urgent need that I can no longer ignore.My bones begin to crack and shift, the sound echoing through the quiet forest as my clothes tear under the s
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