My Hot Biker Stepbrothers Puck Me at Military School

Ailsa’s POVThe enrollment form trembled in my hands as I filled out my information at the Werewolf Military Academy registration desk. My fingers keep cramping from gripping the pen too tightly, and I couldn't stop glancing over my shoulder every few seconds. They're not coming, I told myself for the hundredth time. You made it. You're free.But freedom felt fragile when it had been bought with so much pain.Three days ago, I was still trapped in that house, still believing my father might somehow choose me over his precious stepdaughter. How naive I'd been.Three days earlier..."You will marry Leon Blackwood, and that's final." My father's voice cut through the air like a blade as he stood behind his mahogany desk, not even bothering to look up from his papers.My heart hammered against my ribs. "Father, please. You know what they say about him. Three mates—all dead within months of their weddings.""Rumors." He waved a dismissive hand. "The Blackwood alliance will save our pack fro

Alisa’s POVMy room was on the third floor, number 314, and thankfully the door opened without any drama.The space was larger than my old room at the pack house, with two beds, two desks, and a small shared bathroom. One side was clearly unoccupied, so I claimed the bed by the window and unpacked my meager belongings.A fresh start, I told myself, looking around the empty space. No one here knows who I am or where I came from.With my things settled, restlessness took over. I needed to familiarize myself with the military academy layout before classes started tomorrow. The campus was massive—multiple training facilities, academic buildings, and what looked like recreational areas scattered across manicured grounds.Students moved between buildings in small groups, their conversations a mix of excitement and nervous energy. I caught glimpses of different uniforms denoting class years and specializations. Everyone looked confident, purposeful.Do I look like I belong here? The question

Alisa’s POVThe next few days felt like living in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Every hallway I walked down, every class I attended, every meal I tried to eat in the cafeteria—whispers followed me like shadows."Look, there's the gold digger.""I heard she's already moved on to the twins.""Pathetic. Throwing herself at anyone with money and status."The worst part wasn't even the whispers. It was the photos. Someone had managed to capture the moment Hades gave me his jacket, the moment he walked me to the medical wing. From certain angles, it looked intimate, romantic even. And somehow, these photos were everywhere—printed and stuck to bulletin boards, shared on academy social media groups, passed around like trading cards.How did they even get these? I wondered as I tore down another photo from the library wall. Were they watching me the whole time?"Ailsa!" Jenny called as I entered our dorm room after another hellish day. "Some girls stopped by looking for you. They seemed

AISLA’S POVSleep eluded me that night as I tossed and turned, my mind racing through impossible scenarios. Every strategy I considered for the Hunting Competition seemed more hopeless than the last. By dawn, I'd reached a desperate conclusion.I need help. And there's only one person who might actually know how to win this thing.The idea of asking Hughs Hunter for assistance made my stomach churn, but he was the professor here, the expert in combat and strategy. If anyone knew the secrets to succeeding in the competition, it would be him.He's also the one who helped set this trap, a voice in my head reminded me. Why would he help you escape it?But desperation made people do foolish things, and I was nothing if not desperate.I found Hughs exactly where I expected—in the VIP lounge where this whole nightmare had started. He sat alone this time, reading what looked like military strategy reports, a glass of whiskey at his elbow despite the early hour.Now or never.I smoothed down m

An hour later, I sat on my dorm bed staring at the business card Cayden had pressed into my hand before walking away. Simple black cardstock with silver lettering—no company name, just an address and a phone number.This is probably a terrible idea, I thought for the hundredth time. But what choice do I have?Jenny was at some study group, so I had the room to myself to think. Cayden's words kept echoing in my head—not just about the job, but about Hughs. About how I'd supposedly gotten under his skin.That's ridiculous. He hates me.But the way he'd looked at me in the lounge, the heat in his voice when he'd accused me of seduction... maybe hate wasn't the only thing he felt.Stop it, I told myself firmly. Focus on what matters. You need money, and this might be your only option.I picked up my laptop and did a quick search for the address on the card. It led to a sleek office building downtown—legitimate-looking, professional. Whatever business the Hunters ran, it wasn't some back-a