🔥 Lena’s plan is in motion—but with the Alpha twins and Lily still unaware of the trap she’s laying, how long can she keep them fooled? And will her vacation turn into the perfect battleground… or a deadly mistake? 👉 Keep reading to see just how far she’ll go.
The drive had been long but filled with chatter, music, and the constant hum of excitement that seemed to vibrate through the travel bus. By the time the bus rolled up a winding, palm-lined driveway, the golden afternoon light bathing the world in warmth, everyone’s faces were pressed to the windows like eager children.“Oh. My. Goddess,” Maya breathed from beside Lily, her eyes widening as the first glimpse of the resort came into view.Lucas was on his feet before the bus even stopped. “Now this,” he said with a glance at Liam, “is how you start a vacation.”Liam smirked, one brow raised. “Just try not to make a fool of yourself in the first five minutes.”Liam eased the bus to a stop in front of a broad entrance framed by tall palm trees. As the doors hissed open, warm air kissed Lily’s skin, carrying the scent of salt, coconut, and something floral she couldn’t place.The moment their feet touched the marble path, a small group of people in crisp resort uniforms approached. At
The road stretched out like an endlessly, shimmering under the late-morning sun. The air outside shimmered faintly with heat, but inside the travel bus it was cool, the faint hum of the air conditioning mixing with the low rumble of the engine. Every bump in the road made the seats vibrate gently, a reminder that they were leaving the tangled mess of their semester behind—physically, if not mentally.Liam sat in the driver’s seat, his hands loose but steady on the wheel. Sunglasses shielded his eyes, but his expression was one of quiet focus.In the back, the others had made themselves comfortable. Maya had her legs tucked up, a book in her lap she wasn’t really reading. Lucas was sprawled across two seats, one arm flung behind the headrest, the other scrolling through something on his phone. Graham sat upright, a can of soda in his hand, occasionally sipping but mostly listening. Aiden had pulled out a small travel pillow, leaning back against the glass, his sharp gaze darting be
Lily’s dorm room looked like a hurricane of clothes had swept through and decided to take a nap in the middle of it. Her bed was covered with neatly folded dresses, swimsuits, and light cardigans, while Maya’s bed across the room was an explosion of color, patterns, and enough shoes to stock a small boutique.The late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the half-open blinds, throwing slanted golden stripes across the carpet. Outside, the faint hum of campus life continued—footsteps in the hall, distant laughter, the sound of a door slamming shut somewhere down the corridor. But in here, it was all squeals of excitement, rustling fabric, and the occasional zip of an overstuffed suitcase.“Oh my gosh, Lily,” Maya laughed, standing over her own suitcase and trying to force the zipper closed. “I swear I’m not overpacking. These are essentials.”Lily glanced up from folding her sundresses and arched an eyebrow. “Maya, that’s your fifth pair of heels. We’re going to the beach, not Mil
The rain had stopped just minutes before Lena arrived at Ethan’s apartment.Ethan leaned lazily against the kitchen counter, a glass of something dark in his hand. His hair was slightly tousled, his black T-shirt and jeans looking far too casual for someone who had just caused an entire school to turn its head.Lena closed the door behind her and smirked.“Well,” she said, dropping her bag on the couch, “you’ve done it. You’ve single-handedly pulled the Alpha twins off my back. I should be applauding.”Ethan raised a brow, lips twitching upward. “You’re actually complimenting me? Careful, Lena. People might start thinking you like me.”She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny the statement. Instead, she walked over to the small dining table and pulled out a chair. “I mean it. They’re too busy trying to untangle whatever mess you dropped in their laps to bother with me.”“That,” Ethan said, lifting his glass like a toast, “is the sound of success.”Lena laughed softly, crossing her legs.
The exam hall door swung shut behind them with a muffled thud, and for a long second, the sound seemed to echo in Lily’s ears. Lily let out a sharp, triumphant exhale, pressing her palm to her chest."That’s it. That’s finally it," she said, her voice trembling slightly, not from exhaustion, but from a mix of relief and disbelief. "We survived. We actually survived."Beside her, Maya stretched her arms above her head, groaning dramatically."Survived? Barely. I feel like my brain is fried… like it’s about to ooze out of my ears and splatter on the pavement." She made a face, then grinned. "But yeah, we did it."They started down the steps, joining the slow-moving stream of students trickling out into the courtyard. There was a buzz of voices all around—students talking about their answers, comparing notes, making plans for post-exam parties. But to Lily, it all faded into the background. The weight of the semester, the memories of what they had been through, pressed heavy and cold
The cafeteria’s usual lunchtime noise had evaporated into a tense, suffocating silence as students' attention all drifted to one place.Trays halted midair, forks hovered inches from mouths, and conversations hung unfinished. The only sound was the faint hum of the ceiling lights and the distant clang of the kitchen doors. Every gaze in the room—hundreds of them—had locked onto a single table near the center.It wasn’t just the fact that Lucas was standing now—it was how he stood. His shoulders were taut, his stance solid, and every muscle in his body screamed predator. His jaw was clenched hard enough that the tendons in his neck strained. His eyes, steel-cold and unblinking, fixed on one person, Ethan.Ethan, lounging smugly just a few feet away, seemed utterly unfazed. His fingers rested casually on the back of Lily’s chair, dangerously close to her shoulder. The cafeteria’s golden lights glinted in his eyes as if he were basking in the attention. His lips curved in that trade