LOGINJenna’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
The morning light filtered softly through the velvet drapes, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors of the east wing dorm. Jenna blinked awake, her mind still reeling from when she bumped into Drake Vexmoor the previous night. She had brushed it off as a coincidence, some random twist of fate but that thought shattered the moment she walked into the kitchen area and saw him again, this time barefoot and shirtless, drinking from a glass like he owned the place.“You?” Jenna blurted out, completely caught off guard.Drake offered a faint smile, as though this was amusing to him. “Looks like I’m your third roommate.”Drake Vexmoor was the third roommate?He leaned casually against the counter, his eyes flicking toward her with the same unreadable depth from before. “Morning,” he said with a slow, amused grin.Jenna blinked. “You… live here?”“Looks like it,” he said simply. “I was told this room was reserved for a special pairing. Seems I got lucky.”Her heartbeat quicken
Lunch hour buzzed through the institution like a tidal wave of voices and footsteps, washing over every corridor and hallway. Students spilled from classrooms, laughter and chatter echoing off marble walls. But for Jenna, it felt like walking through a battlefield where every laugh felt like a dagger, every whisper a threat aimed at her back.She’d barely made it to the lunch courtyard when the whispers began—murmured taunts, subtle glances. She kept her head high, ignoring the pain that pulsed behind her eyes. But it wasn’t long before Cassia found her.“Oh, look who decided to show her face,” Cassia drawled, loud enough for the entire table to hear. She leaned against a pillar, perfectly manicured fingers curling around her green juice, her lips twisted in a cruel smile.Jenna halted, unsure if she should walk past or turn around.Cassia’s friends—a trio of pretty wolves with silver-highlighted hair and painted claws snickered behind her. One leaned over and whispered loudly, “I tho
“Back off, Lorain,” Jenna snapped, her voice low but laced with venom. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, shoulders tense, posture proud, unshaken.Lorain’s smirk deepened. He leaned closer, his tone mocking. “Oh? Still mad over the fact that the pack wouldn’t accept you as their Luna?” His voice dripped with derision.Jenna’s eyes flickered. Not being accepted wasn’t the issue—but the humiliation, the betrayal, the sheer cruelty of it still burned under her skin like poison. Her hands balled into fists as an unwanted flashback surfaced: Lady Virella’s perfectly manicured hand tipping a glass of wine onto her gown; the delighted giggle of his sister as the pack members turned their backs on her, whispering. All of it while she stood in silence, surrounded by wolves who sought his downfall through her.She turned to Lorain, voice sharp as broken glass. “Not being accepted isn’t the problem,” she seethed. “It’s that you all pretend cruelty is tradition. That politics is more i
Jenna followed him down the hushed corridor, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. His room was in the east wing—distant from the dorms, tucked behind an old stone arch that felt forbidden. The air around him was magnetic, and though her instincts screamed caution, her wolf purred with anticipation.She should’ve said no.But she didn’t.He pushed the door open. “Ladies first,” he said, his voice deep and smooth like smoke curling from a flame.Jenna hesitated, then stepped in.The room swallowed her. It had midnight-blue walls, bookshelves lined with rare tomes, and a bed too big for one person, draped in dark satin sheets. The fire crackling in the hearth filled the space with a low amber glow, casting soft shadows. It smelled of cedarwood and him.She turned to him. “This doesn’t look like a student’s room.”His smirk curved lazily. “It’s not.”Her chest tightened. “Then what are you?”He shut the door. “It’s a secret.”Jenna’s breath caught. Her skin tingled, pulse racing







