INICIAR SESIÓNThe kiss in Kaelion’s study was nothing like the tentative ones of before. It was fire—hot, greedy, consuming. Jenna’s hands trembled against the hard plane of his chest, not from fear, but from the overwhelming weight of his presence. The Alpha King didn’t kiss like a man searching for answers. He kissed like he was claiming the truth from her lips, like he could devour every lie, every hesitation, and leave her bare beneath his gaze. Her body pressed back against the edge of his desk as his fingers curled into the sheer fabric of her nightwear, the delicate material doing nothing to hide the curves beneath. “You’re hiding something from me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low, dangerous, laced with the kind of authority that made her heartbeat stutter. “And I’m going to find out what it is.” Before she could respond, his mouth captured hers again, deeper this time. His hands moved with rough certainty—one gripping her jaw, tilting her head to take more of him, the
The morning sun cast a soft glow through the classroom windows, but Jenna felt none of its warmth. She sat stiffly beside Maren, eyes glued to the front of the class, ignoring Cassia’s snide smirks and Lorain’s whispering behind her. Her spine straightened with icy resolve. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they got to her.But it wasn’t just Cassia and Lorain that unsettled her.It was Drake.Every time she dared a glance in his direction, he was already looking at her—his eyes filled with a pain so raw it twisted something deep inside her. And yet, when she tried to approach him after the first class, he turned his back and walked away.It was as if seeing her hurt him more than ignoring her did.By the end of the school day, Jenna was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. As she stepped outside with Maren, she stopped abruptly.Lines of sleek black cars waited in front of the building like a convoy of royalty. The scent of her mate hit her before she e
“Lady Jenna,” Maren’s voice echoed through the darkened hallway, her footsteps soft but closing in. “Are you okay?”Jenna gasped, every nerve alight as her back pressed against the bookshelf, Drake’s muscular form pressed tightly into her. His hand gripped her thigh, holding her in place, his breath hot against her skin. His thrusts hadn’t slowed. If anything, the sound of Maren’s approach made them deeper, more intense.Drake looked into Jenna’s eyes, his pupils blown wide, voice low and commanding. “Make her go away.”Jenna blinked, breathless, her fingers clawing into his back. “Y-yeah, Maren,” she called out, voice cracking between gasps. “I-I’m fine.”Her words stumbled like the rhythm of her heart. Drake didn’t stop, didn’t flinch. The sensation sent a moan tumbling from her lips, which she muffled by biting into her hand, trying desperately to conceal it.“You don’t sound fine,” Maren replied, closer now. “Don’t you want to leave? It’s getting late.”Drake leaned in, lips brush
The air between them pulsed with a tension Jenna could no longer ignore.Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately, tracing along Drake’s jawline—feeling the faint stubble, the tension beneath his skin, the way his breath hitched as she made contact. His eyes locked on hers, dark with something dangerous, something delicious. She leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his in a kiss that burned far more than it soothed.Then she pulled away, lips swollen, chest rising and falling with desire, only to go back in again, more sure, more desperate.“What do you think you’re doing?” Drake rasped, but his voice was low, breathless, betraying the restraint he was hanging onto by a thread.Jenna didn’t answer with words, not right away. She kissed him again, slower this time, letting her lips say what she didn’t trust her voice to. She pulled back just enough to whisper, “What feels good.”Her voice was like silk, a mixture of longing and certainty.She leaned into him, her hands trailing do
Jenna’s entire body trembled as Drake’s fingers brushed the curve of her cheek, wiping away her tears with one gentle stroke. His skin was warm. His eyes — steady, fierce, focused on her like she was the only thing in the room that mattered.She felt exposed beneath his gaze, vulnerable and safe all at once.Behind them, Lorain groaned, trying to sit up, still reeling from the blow.“Brother, what the fuck—” he began, clutching his side.He didn’t get to finish.Drake moved like lightning, his fist flying into Lorain’s jaw before the sentence could leave his mouth. The sound of bone meeting bone cracked through the silence.Lorain crashed back down, wheezing for air, holding his ribs.Drake’s voice was deadly calm. “It’s one thing to have a nasty little dick like you polluting the air here as a student…” He stepped forward slowly, looming over him. “But the fact that you’re my stepbrother…”“Stay out of this, brother,” Lorain spat weakly, cutting him off. “We were just having a little
The library was quieter than usual. Only the sound of typing, the distant hum of the ventilation system, and the occasional creak of a shelf filled the air.Jenna rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath, staring at the glow of her laptop screen. Her fingers paused above the keyboard, the fatigue gnawing at her bones. She looked to her side. Maren’s seat was empty.“She just went to pick something up. She’ll be back soon,” Jenna whispered to herself, then sighed, brushing her hair away from her tired face.With a scoff of frustration, she reached for her phone and checked the time.10:03 PM.Her heart dipped. She hadn’t realized it was this late. Everyone else had left. Only a few students remained scattered across the far corners of the library. The moonlight outside spilled faintly across the tiled floor, casting long, lonely shadows.“One more question,” Jenna murmured, eyes returning to her laptop screen. “One more question to cover and we can go home when Maren’s back. You’ve got t







