ログインBrielle’s POVThe scream tore from my throat, raw and deafening, slicing through the quiet morning air outside the gates.Everything shifted into agonizing, sickening slow motion. The heavy iron grill of the oncoming truck roared toward Camiella. The driver’s window was a dark, vacant tint—no sign of slamming brakes, no squealing tires, just a brutal, accelerated momentum aiming directly for her fragile frame. Camiella froze, her eyes wide with sheer terror, her hands paralyzed at her sides like a deer caught in headlights.“MOVE!” Virelle roared in my head, a surge of hot, crimson energy igniting beneath my skin.Before my human brain could even process the distance between us, my body reacted. My wolf took control. A violent burst of adrenaline shot through my veins, and the ground practically cracked beneath my boots as I launched forward, moving faster than any normal human ever could.I didn't just run—I flew.I collided with Camiella's waist right as the metal bumper swept thr
Brielle’s POV“Hey man, relax,” Simon chuckled, tapping Jackson on the shoulder and smiling sheepishly at the rest of my stepbrothers. But their wolves seemed completely agitated, practically vibrating with raw jealousy. I could feel the tension radiating off them.“I was just trying to get to know your stepsister and compliment her. I mean no harm,” he said, winking at me before tapping Jackson’s shoulder once more. Jackson glared down at the hand on his shoulder, then snapped his gaze back to Simon’s face.“Relax, will you? Everyone, it’s just—”“Attention students and staff: all eligible players must gather on the field immediately,” the school intercom blared, cutting him off. “The match is about to begin. Willowgrove and Briarwood hockey star players, report to the field now.”Excited chatter erupted as students began rushing down the hallway. Off to the side, Alice shot me a venomous look, while her minions stared at me as if I’d just committed a crime.In a matter of minutes, I
Lucian's POVI made my findings, Lucian. And that’s why I deem you fit for this position,” Blake said, his tone leaving no room for argument.“You have the power to take him down yourself, so why aren’t you doing it?” I asked, staring at him intently across the heavy desk.“He killed my wife, Lucian.”“She wasn’t yours to begin with.”Blake didn't even flinch at the reminder. “People know about the bad blood between us. If I make a move against him now, all fingers will point straight back to me. You are not in the limelight. I am,” he said, relaxing back into his leather chair, his eyes locking onto mine. “If I misstep now, I could be disqualified from the presidential race. That is something I cannot afford to lose. Since we both want the exact same thing, why not just let you handle it?”“And what’s in it for me?” I questioned.That made him pause. His eyes fixed on mine, studying me without blinking.“I’ll give you whatever it is you desire,” he said, leaving it completely open. “
Brielle’s POVI heaved a sigh as the maid’s footsteps faded, finally turning the key in the lock.Pushing the door open, I struggled with my heavy suitcases, keeping my head down. I didn't want to be impressed. I was used to the cramped, modest life Camelia and I shared, and I had already decided that no matter how fancy this place was, it wouldn't feel like home.But as I finally stepped inside and looked up, the air left my lungs. My jaw dropped in spite of myself.“Wow,” I whispered, the word escaping before I could catch it.The room was a magnificent explosion of blush, cream, and rose gold—a literal Barbie world brought to life with a sophisticated, modern edge.In the center sat a sprawling king-sized bed with a headboard of tufted pink velvet that reached toward the ceiling. It was piled high with silk pillows and a faux-fur throw that looked soft enough to sink into and never return.Dangling directly above the bed was a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale
Brielle's POVThe dining room went entirely quiet. The only sound left was the rattle of my mother’s fork clattering against her porcelain plate as her mouth fell open in pure shock.Beside her, Alpha Blake’s face hardened, his jaw clamping tight enough to snap a bone. His eyes locked onto Jayden, a deep, commanding Alpha energy rolling off him, making the very air in the room feel heavy and suffocating.“Jayden,” Blake said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying frequency that vibrated right through the floorboards. “You will watch your tongue when speaking to your stepmother. I will not warn you again.”Jayden didn’t even blink. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he met his father’s lethal glare with complete defiance. The dark tattoos lining his forearms practically hummed under his skin, but he kept his mouth shut, a dark, victorious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.I sat frozen in my seat, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trappe
Brielle’s POVThe dining room went entirely quiet. The only sound left was the rattle of my mother’s fork clattering against her porcelain plate as her mouth fell open in pure shock.Beside her, Alpha Blake’s face hardened, his jaw clamping tight enough to snap a bone. His eyes locked onto Jayden, a deep, commanding Alpha energy rolling off him, making the very air in the room feel heavy and suffocating.“Jayden,” Blake said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying frequency that vibrated right through the floorboards. “You will watch your tongue when speaking to your stepmother. I will not warn you again.”Jayden didn’t even blink. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he met his father’s lethal glare with complete defiance. The dark tattoos lining his forearms practically hummed under his skin, but he kept his mouth shut, a dark, victorious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.I sat frozen in my seat, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trappe
Brielle's POVThe man from last night, the stranger who bandaged my wounds, stood against Alice for my sake, now standing at the front of my classroom.As my---Professor?“Miss Parkman,” his deep voice rolled through the air again. “Are you waiting for an invitation, or would you like to sit?”My l
Brielle’s POVI woke up the next day, getting ready for school and silently praying to the Moon Goddess that today would go well.But deep down, I knew the chances of avoiding trouble were slim. My eyes landed on the coat from last night, still draped over the chair. The same coat that had wrappe
Brielle’s POVThe room, already tense, fell deathly still as a tall man stepped forward from the shadows of the club’s VIP lounge. His presence was quiet, but it carried weight, like a storm gathering strength before the first crack of thunder.He wore a dark, tailored coat over a crisp black shir
Brielle’s POVThree years ago, if someone had told me my life would turn out this pathetic and broken, I would’ve laughed in their face.“Oh well, look who we have here,” a sharp, mocking voice called out behind me.The tray in my hand shook from a sudden shove. Before I could react, it slipped fro







