LOGINAlex's POV:The arena was loud and I was not listening to any of it.I had found a position near the eastern wall after the bracket announcement, far enough from the main crowd that I could stand without being pressed on all sides, close enough that I could see the floor. I told myself I was studying the competition. Reading the room. Doing what a serious competitor did on opening day.I was watching Blake.He stood near the center with his arms loose at his sides and his eyes on the bracket board and the morning light coming through the high arena windows landed on him in that particular way that I was choosing not to think about. He had not looked back in my direction since that moment earlier. Since we had stood three steps apart and looked at each other and I had opened my mouth and nothing had come out.I love you.He had said it in my room last night and I had stood there and responded with information about our parents and a threat and watched him walk out in my t-shirt and I h
Blake's POV:“Everyone, take your positions.”Coach Vega’s voice cut through the arena like a blade.Sharp. Clear. Impossible to ignore.The crowd noise lowered almost instantly. Not completely, but enough. People listened when Vega spoke. Competitors straightened. Conversations died.I turned fully toward the center of the arena.Coach Vega stood elevated on a platform, arms folded behind his back. His presence alone commanded attention. Tall, composed, and completely in control.Aaran Bloodmoon stood nearby, slightly behind Alex, watching the competitors with that same quiet intensity he always carried.Nothing about this was casual anymore.This was official.“This,” Vega continued, his voice steady, “is the opening day of the Alpha Heir Competition.”A pause.He let the weight of those words settle.“You’ve all been selected for a reason. Strength. Skill. Potential. Leadership.”His eyes moved across the arena, scanning us one by one.“But selection means nothing if you cannot pro
Blake's POV:I knew the day would feel different, but I didn’t expect it to hit this hard.The moment I stepped into the arena, the noise wrapped around me like a living thing. It wasn’t just loud. It pulsed. Hundreds of voices, shifting, rising, falling. Excited. Hungry. Waiting.Opening day of the Alpha Heir Competition.It had officially begun.I slowed my steps for just a second, letting my eyes adjust to the space. The arena was larger than I remembered. Or maybe it just felt that way today. Banners hung from the upper levels, each marked with old pack symbols. Some I recognized. Some I didn’t. The floor below was polished dark stone, marked with circular patterns that would probably mean something later.Everything looked prepared. Controlled.But the air?The air was tense.Competitors were already scattered across the arena floor. Some stood in small groups, talking quietly. Others kept to themselves, stretching or watching. Everyone was pretending to be calm.No one was calm.
Maya's POV:I stepped into the hallway.The smell hit me first.Warm. Familiar. Something cooking with butter, maybe a hint of herbs.Lyra.Of course.I followed it into the kitchen.She stood by the stove, back to me, moving easily like she always did. One hand held a pan, the other flipping something with a practiced motion.Like nothing had happened.Like she hadn’t just…I leaned against the doorway.“You cook like that every morning and I’m just now realizing it?”She didn’t turn around immediately.“I cook like this when someone needs to be fed properly,” she said. “You’ve been eating like a lost wolf lately.”I huffed. “I am a wolf.”“Not an excuse.”That made me smile before I could stop it.She finally glanced over her shoulder.Her eyes flicked over me quickly.“Feeling better?”I hesitated.“Yeah,” I said. “Actually… yeah.”Her gaze lingered for a second longer.Then she nodded, turning back to the stove. “Good.”That was it.Good.Like she hadn’t just changed everything.I
Maya's POV:I swallowed.I nodded.I didn’t trust myself to say anything else.She took my hand first.Carefully.Like it meant something.Then she lifted it slightly and pressed her lips against my palm.My fingers twitched.It was softer here, but still warm, still… grounding.She kissed across my knuckles.Then the back of my hand.My breathing wasn’t steady anymore.I hated that she could do this to me so easily.Or maybe I didn’t hate it.Maybe that was the problem.She let my hand rest back on the bed and moved down.I felt her shift.Then her hands on my thigh.Even through the fabric, the warmth was there.“Lyra…” I started.“It’s okay,” she said. “Trust me.”I nodded.My heart was racing now.Her lips touched my thigh.I sucked in a breath.That one felt different.Stronger.It sent something through me that made my grip on the sheet tighten again.She didn’t rush.She never rushed.Knees next.Then calves.Each touch carried that same strange warmth, easing tension I hadn’t
Maya's POV:For a moment I didn’t move.Not because I didn’t want to.Because I couldn’t.The pain was still there. It lived along my backbone like something coiled too tight, spreading into my ribs every time I even thought about shifting. It felt worse in the mornings, like my body forgot how to exist overnight and had to relearn everything the hard way.I exhaled slowly and tried to turn.Bad idea.A sharp pull shot through my side and I froze instantly, gripping the bedsheet.“Ah… damn it.”Even whispering hurt a little. Every movement felt like I was testing limits I didn’t understand.Lyra's warmth was still there. “Still hurting?”“Just a little,” I said.It was a lie. A weak one."Lol, why do you need to lie in my presence." I shrugged, then immediately regretted it. “What do you want me to say? That it feels like my ribs are trying to break me from the inside?”She didn’t laugh.That made me look at her.Lyra was watching me with that same quiet expression when she is serio
Alex's POV:Monday evening crept into the academy like a warning that refused to announce itself.The sky outside the tall windows darkened slowly. Lanterns lit the corridors one by one. Shadows stretched longer across stone floors. I stood near the upper balcony, hands resting on the cold railing,
Blake’s POV:Late Monday night made the academy feel hollow.The halls were quieter than usual, but not peaceful. Lights were dimmed. Shadows clung to corners like they were listening. Every step echoed longer than it should have. Even the banners along the walls seemed to hang heavier, their color
Alex's POV:By Monday afternoon, it felt like the academy had learned how to breathe differently.Every step I took echoed louder than it should have. The halls were the same stone, the same banners, the same sharp smell of training oil and old books. But the air carried something else now. Attenti
Blake's POV:Noon at the academy felt too bright for the kind of tension sitting in my chest.The sun stood high, warming the stone paths and training grounds, but the light did nothing to ease my thoughts. Students moved around me in small groups, laughing too loudly or whispering when they though







