LOGINNalini
It was as though I'd pass out from anxiety and excitement. I never thought I'd get a chance at education but here I was, at the huge, prestigious gates of Silvermist academy. My evil witch of a mistress, Selene made me trek the whole distance to school, saying I was to filthy to join Julie in the car but I didn't mind, I was all but tired. I sized the gate, contemplating whether to enter or not. The last thing I wanted was to be noticed by anyone. Blast it! I was going to be an outcast anyway. I just needed to get through today first. I tilted my head up, in an effort to hold it high as I went in. Damn! This was surreal. The driveway, the cars, the students, the building...even the skies dazzled me. I knew I hadn't been out of Selene's house in months...so I'd excuse myself for ogling. I stood in one spot without realizing it... "Out of the way, freak!" Someone shoved me and walked past. I came back down to earth. That was when I noticed it. The leering, icy stares, whispers from students. "Hard to believe we have to attend classes with low rank omegas..." I heard someone whisper as they walked past me. "Seeing them makes my skin crawl..." I heard another. "I can perceive the filth from here..." and another. I huffed in dismay. There went my plans of remaining invisible. It was going to suck, schooling with the same people who treated omegas like trash before getting to know them but I had no choice. This was an opportunity to fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming Silvermist pack's doctor. Alpha king Reuben had given omegas the privilege to school like the other kids so I had to stomach whatever insults came my way and first head to the administrative block. Where the hell was it though? There were so many huge buildings, it was hard to tell which was which. I made to ask someone. A girl. But she shrunk away before I could utter a word. The second person shot me a murderous glare. "Get away from me, garbage!" The third person's shrill voice rang out in rebuke. I was done for! I could get lost trying to find the administrative block and miss my classes in the process... A familiar cloud of dejection and despair enveloped me and I felt the tears coming. No! I wasn't going to breakdown on my first day of school. I just needed to ask someone else... Then I saw them. Four people gathered around, laughing and chattering away. They weren't glaring or gossiping about me. Maybe they were nice people. I was going to ask them for directions. I silently walked up to them, my heart in my stomach. I tapped one of them and he turned to me. "Good morning..." I began in a small voice. "Please I'm looking for the administrative block. Can you be kind as to show me where it's located?" The boy cocked an eyebrow. "Did you just touch me?" He hissed coldly. It was then I knew I was wrong. The repulsive stares I got from them made me realize that they weren't nice at all. The boy continued, his face red in anger. "How dare a low rank puppy touch me? Do you know who I am?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I didn't have the time or strength for this. "I'm sorry about that" I mumbled and made to leave but he roughly grabbed my arm, halting my movements. "Not so fast!" He barked. "Get on your knees and apologize and then I might just consider letting you go" I felt my heartbeat surge in defiance. I glared at him, struggling to free myself from his grip. The hell I was going to kneel before him! "Let go of me!" I hissed under my breath. The douche wasn't listening. His lips curved into an evil smirk as he signalled the people who stood with him and they held my arms, forcing me to kneel. I struggled against them, trying and failing to hold back the torrent of tears that was coming. Why did my first day of school have to be this bad? "What's going on here?" I heard someone ask in a calm, authoritative voice. The expressions on their faces changed instantly. The ones who held me let go of me with a kind of speed that seemed funny. I turned to see who it was that could make them this frightened and I gasped in awe. This had to be the only good thing that had happened to me today. Nothing could be better than seeing his face. He looked so good, staring at him made me forget how to breathe. I knew I hadn't seen much boys because Selene always kept me indoors but damn, no guy could look better than this one. "Alpha prince Timothy..." the rude boy from earlier called with a shaky voice. I felt the hairs on my nape stand. What did I just hear? An alpha prince? Could my day get any more dramatic? "Remind me how I feel about bullying..." there was a charming yet menacing lilt to his voice that made my stomach do little flip flops. The rude kids from earlier immediately scrambled to their knees. "We apologize, alpha prince Timothy. It'll never happen again!" They all chorused, voices and knees trembling. My mouth flew open in surprise. "Scram!" He growled and they quickly got up and ran off. He closed the distance between us, peering closely at me, he asked "Are you okay?" My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a rush of excitement from Dahlia, my wolf. Was I feeling this way towards someone I just met?Nalini I had volunteered to be a strategist because it felt safer than standing in the arena itself. Or maybe that was a lie I told myself to feel useful without being seen too clearly. Either way, the Academy’s Alpha Games turned the entire grounds into something feral and electric, and there was no hiding anywhere—not even on the strategist’s platform.The morning air had carried iron and dust, the kind that clung to the back of the throat. Wolves paced everywhere in half-shifted states, muscles coiled too tightly beneath skin, eyes glowing faintly with anticipation. The Alpha Games were not a tournament, not officially. They were training. Preparation. But everyone knew what they really were: a display of dominance, control, and restraint—or the lack of it.I stood with a slate pressed to my chest, fingers digging into the wood as if it could anchor me. Below, the field had been divided into zones—forest simulation, urban ruins, open combat ring. Each team rotated through them, te
Nalini I felt like I was walking through water when I returned to school.Everything around me looked the same—the stone arches, the banners snapping in the wind, the buzz of voices layered over one another—but I was not the same girl who had walked these halls weeks ago. My body still remembered ropes, darkness, the way fear tasted metallic at the back of my tongue. My wolf lay restless beneath my skin, no longer quiet, no longer small. She stirred at everything now. Sound. Emotion. Proximity.Especially them.I stepped through the academy gates with my bag clutched tight against my side, breathing carefully, deliberately, as if one wrong breath would make me unravel in front of everyone. Students slowed when they saw me. Some stared outright. Others pretended not to, whispering behind cupped hands. News traveled fast in a place like Silvermist—faster when it involved the Rudrah princes and the omega who had disappeared and come back wrong.I hated that word. Wrong.I wasn’t wrong.
Timothy She seemed smaller than the Nalini I’d seen in my dream, more human, more fragile. There were faint shadows under her eyes, like sleep hadn’t been kind to her lately. She wore one of Myron’s sweaters, the sleeves too long for her arms, the scent of him wrapped around her.The sight hurt more than I expected.But fear pushed past it.“I need to talk to you,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I intended. “Now.”Something in my tone must have warned her, because she didn’t argue. She nodded and led me further inside, sitting across from me on the couch. She folded her hands in her lap, waiting.That patience nearly broke me.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly. “I had a dream.”Her brow furrowed. “A dream?”“It wasn’t just a dream,” I said. “It was… a vision. Or something close to it.”The bond stirred between us at my words, tightening slightly, like it recognized the truth even before she did.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “I saw you. And Myron. An
Timothy I woke up choking on my own breath.For a few long seconds, I didn’t know where I was—only that my chest burned like something had clawed its way out of me and left scars behind. The sheets were twisted around my legs, damp with sweat, my hands shaking as if I had just come back from a fight I hadn’t finished.The dream clung to me.Not the vague kind that faded the moment consciousness returned, but the kind that rooted itself deep in the bones. The kind wolves remembered.In it, I stood in a place that didn’t exist anywhere on our maps—a vast white expanse beneath a sky split down the middle. Two moons hung above me instead of one, one silver and whole, the other cracked straight through the center like it had been struck by divine fury. Their light bled into each other, twisting, colliding.Between them stood Nalini.She didn’t look hurt. That was the worst part. She looked calm, glowing faintly, her wolf half-visible beneath her skin like starlight trapped in flesh. Two b
Myron I had always known danger wore a hundred faces, but I had never imagined one of them would be fear sitting quietly in Nalini’s eyes.She told me everything in a rush at first, words tripping over themselves, her hands clenched in the fabric of my shirt as if letting go would send her tumbling into something bottomless. Then she slowed, breath hitching, and forced herself to explain again—properly this time. Selene. Julie. The way their voices had dropped when they thought no one was listening. The words contamination and royal bloodline whispered like curses instead of concerns. The intent beneath them sharp enough to cut.I listened without interrupting, even though my wolf was already pacing, snarling, slamming itself against the inside of my ribs. Every instinct I possessed demanded blood, demanded protection, demanded I lock her away somewhere no one could ever reach her again. But I stayed still. I let her speak. I let her finish.When she was done, silence settled between
Nalini I had not planned to stay long.That was the lie I told myself as I stepped onto the familiar gravel path leading to the house that had never truly been mine. The air around it still smelled the same—old pine, damp earth, and something sour beneath it, like resentment that had soaked too deep into the walls to ever be scrubbed out. Myron had protested when I told him I needed to come. He had tried to hide it behind concern, behind logic, but I felt the tension coil in him the moment the words left my mouth.“I’ll be quick,” I had promised, pressing my palm to his chest, feeling the steady, grounding beat of his heart. “I just need a few things. Clothes. My books. I can’t keep borrowing yours.”He had looked at me for a long second, his jaw tight, eyes dark with something close to fear. “You don’t owe that place anything,” he had said quietly.Maybe not. But I owed myself closure. Or at least, that was what I thought.The front door creaked when I pushed it open, the sound cutt







