LOGINMateo POVI stood there in the darkness after my father's image faded, the weight of his words crushing down on me. Bethel. My little sister who used to braid flowers into my hair when we were children. Who laughed like bells and danced in the rain. Now she was dying, another victim of a three-hundred-year-old curse.The chalk circle at my feet still smoldered slightly, and I scuffed it out with my shoe, erasing any evidence of the communication spell. No one could know. Three years I'd been here, and no one suspected I was anything more than a regular werewolf.Well, almost no one."Loki," I said internally, anger flaring. "You reported to father behind my back.""You weren't doing your job," my wolf responded, unrepentant. "Someone had to tell him the truth.""That wasn't your call to make.""Wasn't it? While you're here mooning over the girl, our people are dying. Our sister is dying."The reminder made my chest tighten. "You think I don't know that?""I think you've gotten too att
Mateo POVThe moonlight filtered through the dorm window as I lay in bed, exhausted from the chaos of the bonfire. David was now my new roommate. The former had dropped out of school after the plague, he'd left to learn a trade. But I knew his reason for leaving was more from fear than skill acquisition.Now, David snored softly across the room, completely oblivious to the turmoil in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about Nivia - how she'd felt in my arms, how desperately she'd wanted me, how hard it had been to stop.I'd been this close–this close to making love to her. How I'd managed to stop was beyond me.Her arousal still lingered in my nostrils...she'd been so horny, so wet, so ready–"Mateo."The voice was soft, distant. I turned in my sleep, thinking David was calling me for something."Mateo St. Luca!"My eyes snapped open immediately, my entire body going rigid. That voice wasn't coming from outside. It was echoing inside my head, through the bond that connected me to my b
Justin POVI closed my father's office door behind me and leaned against the hallway wall, my mind racing. When he'd called me in at one in the morning, I'd been certain it was about the fight with Mateo. I'd prepared myself for the lecture - how the future Alpha shouldn't be brawling like a common wolf, how I needed to show more control, more dignity.But instead, he'd asked about Nivia.The careful questions, the probing about marks and supernatural abilities - he knew. Or at least, he suspected. Someone had told him something. Claire, probably.Did she really know or was she just spreading one of her usual rumors?I pushed off the wall and started walking toward my dorm, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The truth was, I'd known for weeks now. Or at least strongly suspected.The birthmark on her thigh - a perfect crescent moon. The spirits she kept talking to that she thought I didn't know about. The way she'd ended the plague with sheer will. The silver smoke she'd cough
Alpha Jaxon POVThe bonfire had been over for an hour when I called Justin to my office. It was nearly one in the morning, but this couldn't wait. I needed to know what my son knew before making any moves regarding Nivia.He knocked and entered, looking tired and disheveled. There was a bruise forming on his jaw, and his lip was split. He'd been fighting - with the Luca boy, no doubt."You wanted to see me?" he said, not bothering to sit."Sit down, Justin," I said, pouring myself another scotch. "We need to talk."He sat reluctantly, his posture tense. "If this is about the fight with Mateo—""It's not about the fight," I interrupted. "It's about Nivia."His entire body went rigid. "What about her?"I studied him carefully, noting his defensive stance. "I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with her lately.""She's my mate," he said simply. "Of course I spend time with her.""Yes, your mate." I took a sip of scotch, keeping my tone casual. "Tell me, son, what have you notic
Principal Jaxon POV"Nivia Randolph."The name hung in the air between us.I stared at Claire, trying to process what she'd just said. Nivia? The quiet blonde girl who barely spoke in class? The one who'd been invisible for years until the mating ceremony?"You're certain?" I asked, my voice sharp with urgency."Absolutely certain," Claire said, her chin raised with confidence. "I've seen the birthmark twice. It's exactly as you described - a crescent moon on her right thigh."Antoinette stepped closer to the girl, her blue eyes boring into Claire's. "Describe exactly what happened tonight. Every detail."Claire's face flushed slightly. "She left the bonfire early, said she couldn't breathe. Justin followed her. When I found them later, they were... intimate. Her skirt was pushed up, and I saw the mark clearly in the moonlight.""She couldn't breathe?" Antoinette's eyes sharpened. "The spelled smoke. Did she show any other symptoms?""She was coughing something strange...like silvery
Claire POVI stormed away from Justin, my body shaking with rage and humiliation. He'd rejected me. After I'd literally thrown myself at him, offered him everything, he'd still chosen her.The tears on my face were real now, burning hot with shame. I'd degraded myself, and for what? For him to tell me he was starting to love her?Starting to love Nivia Randolph. The pale, skinny nobody who'd been invisible until the mate bond forced people to notice her.I stopped halfway back to the bonfire, needing a moment to compose myself. I couldn't let everyone see me like this - face flushed, clothes disheveled, tears streaming. I was Claire Garrett, daughter of the Beta. I didn't cry over boys.But God, it hurt. Eighteen years of history meant nothing to him. All our shared memories, our families' expectations, the future I'd imagined - none of it mattered because she was his mate.I heard footsteps behind me and tensed, thinking Justin had followed me. But when I turned, it was Kyle approach







