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***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk...
Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor.
His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession.
She felt trapped with no one to turn to.
Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters...
CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING
The Werewolf Academy Dean, Alpha Lucius Blackmoor, was the werewolf king, and to keep the peace between the lower packs, the professors were either an Alpha or a Beta in their respective areas of expertise.
It was an honour to be accepted into the Neutral Zone’s Werewolf Academy. Isadora Dawson was the first Omega to go against all the odds and the old traditions, and managed to score at the top of her high school year class and was rewarded with an acceptance into the Werewolf Academy.
Omegas were no more than a pack's servant, usually serving the Alpha and Beta families, though some were treated no better than slaves. An Omega rarely found their fated mate; instead, they were either claimed by an Alpha or sent to the Omega Breeding Centre.
The Omega Breeding Centre is just that. As Omegas were the lowest of werewolf ranks and as they were the closest to being human, they were able to conceive more frequently than an Alpha, Beta or Gamma female, and they were the only ranked wolf that could handle pups fathered by different males.
Due to the benefits but curse of being an Omega, the Omega Breeding Centre is where all packs send their Omegas so that they are made available to any Alpha or Beta for reproduction.
Isadora Dawson was the youngest daughter of six, to Alpha Oliver and Luna Ava Dawson and was born with an Alpha-Omega wolf, a rare occurrence that can be seen as either a disgrace and curse or a Moon Goddess’s blessing. Though Isadora had shifted like any other Alpha at the age of 5, she still had to work twice as hard for everything that she achieved, and though she had a few of the Alpha family privileges, she was still treated as all Omega servants, especially by her older Alpha sister.
As Isadora grew up, she saw how Omegas were treated, herself included, and decided at a very young age that she wanted to change things; she wanted to give other Omegas the choice to become whatever they wanted.
Her mind was even more set by the time Isadora was 14 when she overheard her parents, older brothers, Casper, Dash, Chase and Seth and her older sister, Olivia, in her fathers study, talking about selling her off to an Alpha of another pack, as they didn’t want to send their daughter to the Omega Breeding Centre, as was the law, if the Omega wasn’t betrothed to a particular Alpha, Beta or Gamma.
So, on top of everything else she was required to do as an Omega in the pack, Isadora put her head down and studied, even spending her spare time in the pack library reading and learning from the old tomes and scrolls.
Isadora learned about the old ways where Omegas were cherished and meant more to packs than just a servant, a slave or a breeder. However, over the years, greed, power, and privilege had taken over, and everything sacred, including the lives of Omegas, was overwritten and became lower.
When Isadora turned 16, she again overheard her father talking to Casper, Dash, Chase and Seth about contacting a neighbouring pack and setting up an arranged mating in exchange for an alliance once she had reached the breeding age of 18.
Isadora, determined to take charge of her own life, ignored the bullying both at home and at school to graduate at the top of her year, and thanks to a secret letter with all her achievements included to Alpha King Blackmoor, Isadora managed to secure a place at the Neutral Zone’s Werewolf Academy.
However, even with the exemption letter for the Omega Breeding Centre and the acceptance letter, both signed by the Alpha King himself for the Werewolf Academy, Isadora’s father still insisted on the mating and alliance with Alpha Kellen Lennox of the Windwalker pack.
Knowing that they would lock her in her room and force her into a mating she didn’t want, Isadora celebrated her 18th birthday with her family and knowing that Alpha Kellen would be there in the morning to pick her up, she waited until everyone had retired for the night, before she pulled out the duffel she had secretly packed with everything she thought she might need and snuck out of her window.
Isadora had made sure that everything was set at the Werewolf Academy, and all she had to do was get there. Once Isadora made it to the ground and then into the woods surrounding the packhouse, she stripped her clothes, packed them in her duffel and slipped it on her back before shifting into her small, light golden brown wolf, Opal.
It took Isadora three days travelling out of sight to make it to the Neutral Zone and into the safety of the Werewolf Academy walls. Once inside, Isadora found a secluded place and shifted, redressed, and then walked into the orientation building.
When she approached the female wolf sitting behind the main desk, she looked up from the computer in front of her, giving her the once-over and said, bored.
‘I think you’re in the wrong place, Omega. The Omega Breeding Centre is in the Kingdom territory… Did you need me to organise a ride for you…’
Not really surprised to get that response, Isadora stepped a little closer to the desk and said in a clear tone.
‘I’m here to pick up my orientation pack and key to my dorm.’
The female whose name tag pegged her as Freya laughed and laughed until she was holding her stomach and gasping as she tried to say.
‘You’re a student… I think you need to check your rank, Omega…’
Getting a little aggravated now, Isadora swallows and says.
‘My name is Isadora Dawson. I even have a letter here from the Alpha King accepting me into the Academy.’
Isadora passed the letter from the Alpha King over to Freya when she managed to get a hold of her laughter and held out her hand. She looked at the letter and frowned before tearing it up and saying.
‘That was bullshit. A fake. Get out of our Academy, you low Omega…’
Just as Freya gets to her feet and throws the ripped-up pieces of Isadora’s entry letter at her, a booming voice comes from off the side behind her.
‘What’s going on here?’
Isadora whimpers at not only the loudness of his voice but also the pure Alpha aura connected to it. Freya quickly moves, bowing her head in submission as she says.
‘Alpha Blackmoor. This Omega was trying to say she has enrolled in your Academy, Sir… Which is impossible…’
Alpha Blackmoor looked from Freya to the female standing on the other side of the desk. He took a small step forward, watching as she took a small one back. A small smile pulls at his lips before he sets them in a thin line again and looks back at Freya, saying.
‘Did you even bother to check your computer to confirm her story before attempting to throw her out?’
‘I…I um…’
Freya stutters and then sighs.
‘No, sir.’
‘So, in other words, you didn’t do your job and thought you could do mine… Pack your desk.’
Freya whimpers but knows not to argue, as she steps back over to the desk, glaring daggers at Isadora that the Alpha couldn’t see. Alpha Blackmoor then continues.
‘Miss Dawson. My apologies for the rude welcome. It is an honour to meet our first Omega student… If you would please follow me, I will get you all set up myself.’
Isadora faulted; she didn’t expect to meet Alpha Blackmoor in person, as even with her Alpha heritage and bloodline, she was still Omega. Alpha Blackmoor waited with his hand out, not wanting to scare her, knowing that as an Alpha, he was very intimidating, but as he was also King, it always made it worse.
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Isadora steps forward and places her hand in his, allowing him to use that connection to lead her into his office.
As he said, Alpha Blackmoor took over her orientation, making sure everything was correct, even reprinting her acceptance letter for her to keep. Once all the paperwork was done, Alpha Blackmoor escorted Isadora out of his office and back to the front desk, which was now occupied by a male named Ian.
Cleo let out a relieved sigh as the truckie wrapped his arm around her and turned them towards his rig. Kryon had heard the increase in Cleo’s heartbeat just as the door clicked, before she slipped from inside the car. His senses kept track of her movements, and he knew the moment she had caught up with the truckie. Kryon had to suppress a threatening hiss as he watched her touch him.With his vampire shimmering just under his skin, his eyes turned red, and his fangs lengthened as he continued to watch and listen to his beloved. Though it was a feeble attempt on Cleo’s part, Kryon can’t stop his vampire from surging forward when the truckie wraps his arm around Cleo as if he owns her.With a jealous rage now consuming him and his vampire, Kryon moves quickly, grabbing and pulling Cleo into his arms as he passes, turns and stops them in front of the truck driver. The truck driver was startled into stopping before taking in Kryon with his arms wrapped around Cleo, who was now standing i
Kryon’s anger lifts slightly as he knows just where she is going, though he would have to make sure that security is much tighter so that she wouldn’t be able to slip off on her own again. He moves, walking toward the door before stopping next to Yael, where she is still kneeling and says.“A minor lapse in concentration on your part, so you will be punished. Three nights in the cells with ten lashes per night and reassigned duties…”He stops, and with his voice and tone lower, he continues.“However, if any harm has come to her while outside the safety of the palace, my suite and my protection, you will not survive the punishment. Understood?”“Yes, Sire.”Now, ignoring her, Kryon walked out of the suite, down through the back passageways and out to where he had his Mercedes. Though he could make it to Grimwell Valley in no time using his vampire speed, he knew that he needed to be able to bring Cleo back with him.So Kryon unlocked, opened the driver's door and slipped inside before
Kryon soon removes his wrist from her mouth to her throat before placing a hard, dominant kiss. When he pulls back, he looks into her eyes and whispers.“I love you, Cleo Virion. I claim you as my beloved, now and for eternity.”As Kryon returns his lips to hers, Cleo feels the weight of his words as they seem to wrap around her heart, soul and body, connecting them even more. When he pulls back this time, he pushes up his body as he says.“I’ve got work to do. I will see you tonight for dinner.”Kryon is then gone. Cleo takes a few deep breaths, calming herself before slipping from the bed and heading into the bathroom. She showers, dresses in a pair of light blue denim jeans paired with a light green turtleneck sweater, before she tries to find a way out of the luxury prison she seems to be held in. Cleo smiles as she hears a soft knock on the door. Walking over, she tries the handle, but it's locked.The knock comes again, only this time it’s followed by a soft voice.“Miss Cleo, I
Kryon returned a couple of hours later to Cleo, stretching in bed after finally pulling herself out of the darkness of exhausted sleep from Kryon’s intense lovemaking. Kryon smirked as he stripped and crawled onto the bed over her, flashing his fangs. Cleo shivered at the reminder of what he was and what he had done to her, and what he had made her say before she had passed out. As his body lined up with hers, his forehead leaning on hers and their eyes connected, he said.“Have you calmed, now?”Cleo nods slightly. Kryon smiles and then continues.“Good…”Kryon moves his hand onto her cheek, sliding his thumb lightly as he asks.“And you accept that you belong to me?”Cleo nods again; Kryon hisses low.“Words, Cleo. I need to hear you…”Tears slip from her eyes as Cleo whispers.“I belong to you…”She didn’t want to upset him again, and though it was extremely pleasurable, Cleo was not naïve enough not to realise that what he had done earlier and the night before had been a punishm
Kryon’s mother, Margret, is the first to look over at the sound of his voice. She smiles and gets to her feet, saying as she walks over to him.“Of course, my son, of course…”“Leave…”The word was quiet, but the authority and power behind it couldn’t be matched, as everyone else within the sitting room turned and walked out, the last one closing the door behind them as Margret led Kryon further into the sitting room.Margret returned to her seat, and Kryon sat next to her, as she didn’t release his hands as she said.“My son. What did you need?”“I found her mother… I found my beloved.”Margret’s eyes go wide, and her mouth opens and closes as the impact of what he was saying hits her. No one in the Royal bloodline had found their true beloved for over a millennium. Kryon looks over at his father, Alexander, as he says in a rough, quiet tone.“Who is she? Is she here?”“Her name is Cleo Virion. She is human, and she is here in my private wing.”“A human… That is rare, though with the
A shiver of something ran through her as she nodded slightly and allowed him to lead her out of the apartment, into the elevator, down into the apartment garage and then into the passenger seat of his Mercedes before he slipped behind the wheel and eased the Mercedes into the midday traffic. It was after dark when Kryon pulled his Mercedes up to the Eastern side entrance; he got out, walked around, opened her door and held his hand out, waiting for her to place hers in his. A little impressed with what’s around her, Cleo smiled and placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her to stand from the car.Kryon doesn’t let go of her hand as he then leads her into the side door and up the hidden stairs to the Eastern wing and his private suite. Now that they were about to enter his domain, Kryon was a little nervous about what Cleo would think and if she would like it enough to stay there with him, not that he could let her leave.Kryon escorted Cleo inside, her eyes going wide at the g







