Guess who can't get enough of me?

~Iris

I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that throbbed behind my eyes and made every sound feel like a hammer.

Maybe it was the rough sex from last night. Maybe it was the fresh mark on my neck still burning under the skin. I wasn’t sure which hurt more.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand. A message from an unknown number blinked at me, a view once video, three minutes long.

I clicked play.

It was Eunice, her head buried between another lady’s legs, tongue working relentlessly. The lady moaned loudly, back arching, hands fisting the sheets.

I could feel the echo of that pleasure in my own body, even though I hated her. The caption underneath read, “It could be you I’m offering this heavenly pleasure to.”

I didn’t finish the video. I swiped out, blocked the number, and added it to the growing list of her burner phones I’d already shut down. This was at least her tenth attempt.

Downstairs, I heard voices. I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and crept to the top of the stairs. I peeked over the railing.

Alpha Duncan sat in the leather armchair, arms crossed, looking every inch the untouchable leader. Alice stood in front of him, hands on her hips, face flushed with fury.

“Eunice is the vice chancellor, Alice. There’s nothing I can do. Your friend will be expelled like she wants,” he said, voice calm but final.

Alice’s eyes flashed. “Father, I know you can change it. Just grab your stamp and make her know Iris is coming back to school.”

My stomach twisted. They were fighting over my case.

I didn’t want this to explode into something bigger. I padded downstairs slowly, barefoot and quiet.

Alice spotted me first. “You’re awake, Iris.” She rushed over and looped her arm through mine, pulling me close like she could shield me.

I kept my eyes down, suddenly hyper aware of the mark on my neck, hidden under my hair.

I didn’t know how Duncan would look at me now, knowing I wasn’t some random maid, but his daughter’s best friend.

“It’s fine if he doesn’t want to do anything about it,” I said softly, barely above a whisper.

Duncan turned slowly at the sound of my voice.

Our eyes met.

For a second, he froze. Then his jaw tightened, and he rose from the chair like he’d been struck.

“Is this… your friend?” he asked, voice rough, almost unsteady.

Alice blinked, confused. “Have you met her before?”

Duncan dragged a hand through his hair, looking like he’d just realized something catastrophic. “What was the problem you mentioned earlier?” he asked, authority snapping back into his tone.

“Your little sister is expelling my best friend, Iris, without any reason,” Alice said, still watching him like he’d grown a second head.

“Iris,” he repeated, tasting my name on his tongue. His eyes never left mine. “Thorne!”

A tall, scarred guard appeared instantly from the hallway. “Bring me my stamp and ink.”

The guard vanished and returned in seconds with a small wooden box. Alpha Duncan sat, opened it, and scribbled something across a crisp sheet of paper. The golden stamp came down with a heavy thud.

He folded the letter, sealed it with wax, and handed it to Alice.

She passed it to me without looking.

I opened it with trembling fingers.

The letter was short, written in bold black ink.

"By order of Alpha Duncan Blackwood, Iris Rivera is hereby reinstated at the academy effective immediately. Any expulsion order previously issued is revoked. No further disciplinary action will be taken on this lady without my direct command."

It was signed with his name and the golden seal of the pack.

Alice’s mouth fell open. “Father… what just changed from not wanting to interfere with your sister?”

Duncan didn’t answer her. His gaze stayed locked on me, dark, intense, and full of something that made my pulse race all over again.

I clutched the letter to my chest and tried not to let him see how badly I wanted to run back upstairs and hide. Or maybe how badly I wanted him to follow me and fuck my pussy this time, not just my ass.

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Alice’s lemon yellow Ferrari purred through the gates of the academy, drawing every eye like always.

She pulled into her usual spot near the dorms, killed the engine, and turned to me with that familiar smile, the one that used to make my stomach flip in the best way.

She leaned in, lips parting, but I turned my head just enough to avoid the kiss.

She frowned. “You’ve been acting strange since yesterday. What’s going on?”

I forced a small smile. “I’m just tired. That’s all.”

She studied me for a second longer, then shrugged and grabbed her bag. I didn’t wait for her.

The second the car stopped completely, I was out, hurrying across the quad like I had somewhere important to be.

I headed straight to my dorm room and started packing my things back in, clothes, books, the few personal items I’d taken yesterday.

A voice sneered from the doorway.

“I thought the vice chancellor sold you off.”

I looked up. It was Sasha, tall, sharp featured, one of the girls who’d been circling me for months, desperate for a taste of what Alice got.

I’d turned her down every time. Since then, she’d made it her mission to remind me I didn’t belong in this school.

I ignored her and kept unpacking.

I finished quickly, then marched straight to the vice chancellor’s office. No hesitation.

Eunice looked up from her desk as I entered, a slow predatory smile spreading across her face.

“You’re here because you finally agreed to my request?” she purred. “We can start right here if you want. Just a taste.”

I smiled back, cold, calm. “I’m not here for your schemes.”

Her smile faltered. She laughed, sharp and mocking. “Fine. I’m calling the police. You’re trespassing.”

She picked up her phone and dialed. I waited until the line connected.

Before she could speak, I tossed the letter onto her desk.

She opened it. Her eyes scanned the page. The color drained from her face as she saw the signature and the golden seal.

The police voice crackled through the speaker, “Ma’am? How may I help you?”

Eunice stared at the letter like it had burned her. She hung up without answering.

“How?” she whispered. “How did you get this?”

My phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

“Let’s meet tonight at The Obsidian Grand. 8 p.m. Alpha Duncan!”

The biggest, most luxurious hotel in the pack.

I looked up at her, letting the smallest smirk show. “Guess who can’t get enough of me? I'm really worth fighting over.”

I really wish I could tell her the person who can't get over me is her brother, the greatest, strongest and fiercest Alpha in the western region.

Eunice’s jaw tightened. She leaned forward, voice low and venomous. “Congratulations, Iris. You’re back in school. But I’ll show you hell. I’ll make it so unbearable that you’ll beg to withdraw yourself, until my tongue finally gets a taste of that pretty pussy.”

I didn’t flinch. I just turned and walked out, leaving her with the letter and the empty threat.

But deep down, I knew the real threat wasn’t her.

It was the man who’d marked me, and the fact that I was already counting the hours until tonight.