Ruined for the Captain (A MxM EROTIC WEREWOLF ROMANCE 18+)

~EVERETT~

The bus door hissed open, spitting me out into the biting mountain air.

Rudolf Academy stood in front of me, serious and chilly. If my shaking hands betrayed me, no one noticed. Or maybe they did and chose not to care.

Either way, the gray stone walls felt like they were closing in before I even took a step.

I adjusted the strap of my bag, my shoulders feeling too thin for the weight of everything I was carrying. My hoodie was pulled low, a light protection against the world.

The vibe here was different. It was not just chilly. It felt deep. There were pine trees, old snow, and a stuffy suffocating scent of Alphas who knew they owned every inch of this ground.

I kept my head down.

I had known Rudolf was an elite school, but seeing it was different. It looked like something out of a magazine for the rich and powerful. White snow lined the manicured paths and soft, faraway sounds of practice drills echoed from the fields.

Everything looked perfect.

I forced my legs to move.

"That's him," a girl whispered as I passed the main gates. "The one from the Rudolf trash."

Soft laughter bubbled through a group of students standing by a fountain. I didn't look at them.

I knew what they saw. An omega. Small. Too pretty. I could feel their eyes on my face—on my cheeks, my lips, the way my hips swayed even when I tried to keep my walk stiff and invisible.

I had spent my whole life trying to be invisible. It never worked.

I made it to the administration building.

The woman behind the desk was middle-aged and looked bored, like my existence was a mild inconvenience she hadn't planned for.

She didn't look at my face, only at the papers I pushed across the counter.

"Everett," she said, her voice flat.

"Yes," I replied.

She handed me a heavy brass key. "Dorm Wing C. The old building. Don't lose it. Replacements are expensive."

"Thank you," I said quietly.

She didn't answer. She was already looking at her computer screen again.

The walk across the quad felt longer than the bus ride. The whispers followed me like smoke, clinging to my clothes. I tried to focus on the ground, on the cracks in the stone, but then a shoulder slammed into mine, hard.

I stumbled, my bag nearly slipping from my grip.

"Watch it, Rudolf," a boy sneered.

He was tall, his Alpha scent sharp and biting like cheap cologne. He didn't stop to see if I was okay. He just kept walking, laughing with his friends.

I didn't respond. I couldn't.

I found Wing C at the far edge of the campus. It was an old building that smelled like mold and wet stone. My room was small, a single bed with a light mattress and a desk that had seen better decades.

I unpacked the few things I owned. It didn't take long.

The last thing I pulled out was a cracked photo of my mother. I set it on the nightstand, my fingers staying on the glass. She looked happy in the photo. I couldn't remember what that felt like.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

I told myself this would be enough. Survival. It worked, at least for a few hours. Until the orientation notice on my door caught my eye.

'All transfer students report to the Vikings Arena. 6:00 PM. Mandatory.'

My throat tightened. The Vikings. The hockey team. The heart of the school's power.

By the time I reached the arena, the sun had dropped behind the mountains, leaving the world in a bruised purple twilight. The air inside the rink was even colder than outside, smelling of strong ice and sweat.

I stepped through the doors and froze.

The entire team was on the ice. They moved like a single, deadly machine, the sound of blades cutting through the frozen surface echoing like gunshots in the empty stands.

I stood by the plexiglass, my heart beating against my ribs.

Then, the largest Alpha stopped.

He didn't just slow down—he dug his skates into the ice, sending a spray of frost against the glass right in front of me. He was tall, his jersey stretched over broad shoulders, his eyes a cold, piercing blue that felt like they were stripping me bare.

The rest of the team slowed down, sensing the shift.

The Alpha pulled off his helmet, his hair dark and wet with sweat. His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling. It wasn't just curiosity.

It was a lock. Like he had just smelled blood in the water, or something sweeter.

The speechlessness was suffocating. I wanted to turn and run, but my legs felt like lead.

He skated closer to the edge, his gaze never leaving mine. A slow, cruel smile curved his lips. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile a wolf gives a rabbit before the kill.

"Well, well," his voice cut through the cold air, deep and rough. "Look what the trash dragged in."

I knew that voice. I knew that name.

Knox.

The Alpha King of Rudolf Academy. The boy whose sister was dead because of my family.

"You're a long way from home, little omega," he said, his voice dropping low, enough that only I could feel the vibration of it.

I couldn't breathe. My heart wasn't just racing anymore—it was breaking.

He leaned against the top of the glass, his scent washing over me. It was woodsmoke and winter. It was dominance. It was a promise of pain.

"I have been waiting for you," he whispered.