Lena’s New Pawn

The corridor was silent, the kind of silence that carried a faint hum of danger.

Lena’s breath came slow and controlled as she crouched by the door to the Alpha twins’ campus apartment.

She had checked the hallway twice, scanning left and right, making sure no footsteps echoed or doors creaked open. Students had long since disappeared into their own rooms for the night.

The lockpick set felt cool in her hands, the small tools gleaming faintly under the dim light of the corridor.

Her fingers moved with steady precision, an art she had practiced for years.

A soft click answered her effort, and the door eased open. She slid inside, shutting it carefully behind her.

The masculine scent of Alpha wolves hit her first and their presence lingered even in their absence.

The living area was neat, though signs of twin personalities clashed.

On one side, a stack of workout gear, slightly disorganized. On the other, books aligned almost too perfectly, a small tray on the table for keys and wa