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RONAN I'm at the academy's dining hall and it hums with chatter, and smells like coffee. I sit alone,staring a my plate, not eating thinking about the message from last night. when a tray drops beside me and pulls me out of my thoughts. "You don't mind, do you?The Alpha's tables are loud this morning." She asks me, in a soft and easy tone. "Be my guest, I could use the distraction." I murmur. " By the way I'm Rhea, Beta, secretary of the president council." I nod, not trusting myself to talk or say too much. I'm tired, from the constant blackmail She isnt looking at me she's glancing towards the Alpha table. I follow her eyes towards the other tables and Kieran sits there surrounded by his friends Dax and Finn. And his eyes catch mine. At the Alpha table Dax nudges him, with a grin and says "You are staring again, man." "He's gonna start charging you money for all the attention you've been giving him." Finn inputs dryly. " I'm just making sure he doesn't cause trouble," Kieran grinds out "Why do you feel the need to look out for him." Dax asks silently. Kieran doesn't answer,his jaw tightens, muscles twitching. He doesn't understand the irritation building up inside him. But the muscle in his jaw says otherwise. "You must not fall of his bad boy act Ronan, I like you, you seem like a smart person." She says lightly. Her phones buzzes, she doesn't look down or reacts. She just stands up takes her tray, her phone and leaves my table. ++++++++++++++ I sneak into the surveillance room after curfew to check the security feed hoping to catch whoever's is leaving me notes As I enter the room that Alpha scent hits me, smells like the forest and power. "You're becoming more predictable, Nightshade." His voice curls through like smoke. " You're everywhere I don't want you to be," I mutter under my breath. As he walks closer to me, I take two steps backwards. " You think you're clever, in hiding from me." He grinds out " I'm not hiding anything, you can't just stand not being in control." I tell him whispering. " Maybe" he says taking another step, "I don't just trust you " I arch my eyebrows " Good, I don't trust you either," The screen flashes immediately and a blurry footage plays from the date on it. It's the morning I found the note in my locker. A figure sliding the note into my locker, the silhouette of the person looks a awful lot like Kieran. My breathe catches. I turn my head and look at him angrily "Youuu...." I question looking at him dead in the eyes. " That's was not me, Ronan." " Then you better fucking tell me who it was then." I yell at him. The silence between us leaves a huge gap, before he walks past me, breaking eyes contact. but I grab his wrist before he can go any further. Our eyes lock, intense anger boiling between us. His voice drops, rough and low " be careful what you dig up, Bello." I finally look up at him, " Be careful what you hide Alpha." And move past him leaving the room first. +++++++++++++++++++ Unknown Another fight session,another excuse to watch them tear each other apart. The combat training ground is packed with students. They are paired again for sparring Alpha Kieran and Alpha Ronan, excuse me Omega Ronan. But this time, it's different the air around them is violent. Ronan punches hard, each one fuel by anger Every of their movement gives off, anger, fury, and desire. Kieran only defends letting Ronan beat him to a pulp. The punches and defensive guarding are too deliberate. "Still pretending you not the one,huh." Ronan spits through his teeth " Keep talking and I'll prove you wrong." Kieran calls out back. Ronan puts all his weight tosses himself at Kieran, they both crash to the mat with Ronan on Kieran. In an instant, Kieran rolls them over, pins Ronan down, his fingers circle Ronan's wrist holding them above his head. They way he grips Ronan wrist looks nothing like a hold. It looks like a claim. I watch from the stands, clenching my fist too hard, my nails dig into my plans until they bleed. But even the scent of blood doesn't call everyone's attention away from the scene in front of them. No one hears my heartbroken whispers "He was mine first, he used to look at me like that," I mutter under my breath. I turn my back and walk away, before they see the wrong look in my eyes that could get me killed. ++++++++++++ THE Dean's office. RONAN We were both called in for " unruly conduct." Kieran looks worse with a bit of swelling in his face. I should feel good but I don't, I feel exposed and tired "The fight was set by the instructor." Dax tell the Dean, quickly. "It was a done fight, and it was a miracle that Ronan walked away without a scratch,looking at the size difference and the fact that Kieran held back." Rhea defends calm and certain. "Thanks...I guess." I grumble out to her. " Someone has to look out for you." She smiles faintly at me , brief and warm. She squeezes my hand for a bit, her eyes flicker to Kieran and back to me. " You can all go back to your dorms, except Kieran and Ronan, rooftop duty for both of you," The Dean announces. The guys hug Kieran and move past him, Rhea hugs me and follows suit. As we leave the off dragging our feet down to the stair. As we climb the stairs to the rooftop, the silence is awkward. We push the door that lead to the rooftop open and pass through. "You should go down I'll fix the tables up here," he says in a rough voice "Neither should you, I hit you more, seems fair I help," As we talk quietly stripped of all our anger and fury. Kieran speaks up first " I hate that you get under my skin" " Then stop letting me," A bitter smile fill his lips " if it was only that simple." The air thickens as he steps closer, too close. With his eyes on my face,he whispers. " You make everything complicated," As our breath mingles, he cups my jaw and presses his lips to mine before I can react Through his lips and the swipe of his tongue, I taste his energy mixed with raw need, I barely have enough brain cells left to push him back. "What are you doing?" I gasp out, my stare still not leaving his mouth. When I lick my lips, I can still taste him. Even his shoulders feel good in my hold. His scent fill my nostrils. I growl and I can't hold back, I meet him halfway. He pushes me against the rooftop door, his mouth warm, when he licks my bottom lip, I open my mouth to let him inside. I let out the groan I've been holding in, because kissing never felt this good. Hot breath, needy moans and grunts coming from me and him. A strong body pressed against mine. I don't have time to stop and consider what I'm doing or maybe it's just that I don't want to think about it. Kieran is here willing, and sexy. We will deal with the fallout later, hopefully.RHEAThe morning after the festival tastes sour in my mouth.I wake up furious after all the failed attempts at bonding or building something with Kieran.Suitcases are lined up outside the corridor of our rooms , dragging trunks and garment bags towards the academy transports.The winter Solstice Festival is over. Lanterns are being taken down. What had felt magical only hours ago now looks cheap and empty in the daylight.Outside one of the rooms I hear.“....did you see Ronan step in?”“Kieran didn't even argue.”“That ritual was supposed to happen either way.”“Yeah, well it did,right but with the wrong bride or groom I should say.”My hands clench into fists.I move back to my room, moving through my morning routine with care, my hair brushed smooth, makeup precise, uniform well pressed.Every move is deliberate, but my hands keep shaking, shaking as I fasten my buttons on the blazer. I have to stop and breathe, fingers pressed on my chest until the tremor subsides.“Get it toget
Ronan I felt it the moment the cornfield settled, as I ran out of the cornfield after the creepy look Rhea gave me, so I saw the hum of excitement still buzzing, students laughing, some kissing , music filling the air, saturated with instincts. Drawing a slow deep breath through my nose, too many scents layered badly. Fear disguised as fun, Excitement that is moving closer to aggression. Kieran stands near the altar where the offering to the moon goddess is situated, looking professional and untouched, and trained for Alpha leadership, his eyes are hazy. His wolf is too close to the surface, even I could tell and feel it, like a restless pull tugging at my ribs. And I see Rhea in my peripheral vision, she crossed the open space with a deliberate calm, pale festival moon light catching in her hair, her expression composed enough to fool anyone who wasn't paying attention, the metallic stench of blood flowing from her. Students parted instinctively as she passed, attention
RHEAThe cornfield maze closes as I walk back. He knows, fuckkk he knows.Well, that doesn't matter, I have the ring I'm betrothed to him, and nothing can change that. I feel it before I hear it, as the harvest moon starts shining for the night, the big red moon hanging above the maze, looking as if the sky has been cut open.Ronan stands in front of me, not Kieran.I remember the realization landed hard, sharp enough to steal my breath, my stomach twists, nausea turning in my throat.“No.” I whispered. “No, that's not…”This isn't how it goes.The harvest moonlight intensifies all emotion. The corn whispers as if it's alive.Something wakes in me desperate, feral, and wrong.I clamp a hand over my mouth as something fills me.This isn't fear. Fear feels clean, and fear makes sense.This is envy.It's like acid poured straight into my veins, my skin prickles, my mating glands ache. Every breath feels shallow and unsatisfying, like my lungs refusing to work with me. “Why does it hu
RonanI wake up choking, as if someone held my lungs and just decided to let go, my body jerks against the bed, muscles tensing in sharp and ugly pulls.“Easy, easy,” a voice says close. Hands grip my shoulders, firm, grounding. “You're safe. Don’t move.”I smell Kieran's scent all over me before looking up and seeing Ethan.The world comes back into focus in broken pieces. Rough wool blankets scraping my skin, the sting of antiseptic, the low hum of heaters vibrating through the floor. Light filters through the glass.My shoulders burn, not a surface pain, but deep, aching, like something unsettled beneath the skin.The bite aches, and I swallow hard.“I..” My throat feels shredded. “What.”“You fainted,” Ethan says quickly, like he's afraid I'll disappear again if he pauses. “ During the procession. You just went down.”Images rush back in fragments, the crowd, Kieran's face too close, filled with alarm.Shame hits me harder than the pain.“I collapsed," I murmur.Ethan doesn't de
Kieran It's time for the procession, but it needs to be led by two people true to each other. As we all pick a red rope, which signifies the true bond.And we stand at a circle around a burning flame, heat washes over us in a sudden wave, the rope in my hand vibrates, my wolf surges inside me, across the circle Ronan stiffens.I feel the connection between us, like someone hooked a finger in my spine and pulled, not pain or fear.Something calm and beautiful.Ronan's hands grab his shoulders, his breath stutters visibly as he sucks in air, like he's bracing against something only he can feel.My grip tightens on the rope as I struggle between my need to help him and the need to stay at my position and continue the ritual.“Wait…” I start, then stop as Ethan rushes forward.Rhea shifts beside me.Her fingers clench convulsively abound her rope, knuckles white from holding the rope, she sways just slightly then steadies herself with a breath coming out too fast.“Kieran,” she murmurs,
RonanI look down, and I'm standing at the edge of the frozen lake attraction, decorative light wards glow beneath the ice, illuminating cracks spiderwebbing very close to my boots.The ice is too thin, I'm one misstep from falling into the cold ice water.“Easy,” a low growly voice murmurs near my ear, too low and too close to place. “ You don't want to fall now.”By the time I stagger back onto solid ground, the voice that guided me there is gone, dissolved into the crowd like it was never real.I press my palm to my chest and force my breathing to slow. The festival has started, but I don't feel interested, I feel like I'm standing behind glass.I don't feel safe, I think I'm being hunted.“Ronan!” Dax's voice cuts through all the noise, I turn and spot him and Finn near a food stall shaped like a cabin, both of them bundled in coats and impatience. I feel a great amount of relief as i move towards them.Finn studies my face the second I'm close enough. “You look like you had a dea







