LOGINI slammed my fist into the wall, cracking it with all the rage I had left inside me.
********** The wall gave way, and both figures stopped. They turned their attention to me as I walked in. I saw Kael’s shameless body and Mira’s exposed chest. She rolled her eyes upon seeing me and laid her head back on the bed. “Mate, let’s continue,” I heard her say, and I gritted my teeth in anger. “He’s my mate. You’re just a whore,” I spat, and Kael shot me a glare. I wasn’t going to be silent. I was mad, rage seething through my veins. “I waited days for you! I sent you letters, did you even bother opening them?” I asked, my voice trembling. Kael’s eyes darkened, but he looked away. He continued to thrust hard into Mira, and she moaned. It was like watching a live p**n scene-disgusting. “Ahhh, harder! Push it in!” she screamed louder, and I froze. Were they seriously ignoring me? “Kael!” I yelled, my voice cracking. I wanted to break down, cry, scream-but I had to stay strong. For myself and for my wolf. She was already weak, tired, and heartbroken. I could hear her whimper. "He hurt us. He promised he wouldn’t…” she whispered. "He did" was all I could manage to say back. She retreated into herself, crushed. “Go and sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll talk,” Kael finally said, and those words tore my heart in two. He wasn’t even looking at me, just enjoying his betrayal. I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to pull out Mira’s hair. She was a betrayer. They both were. “Why?” I managed to whisper, but he ignored me like I was nothing, like I didn’t even exist. I turned to Mira, hoping for some kind of answer. “He’s my fated mate. The one the Moon Goddess gave me. You don’t deserve him,” Mira snapped as if reading my mind. “What? When? How?” I asked, barely able to breathe. My heart ached at the sight. My chosen mate-my-sister-together? My wolf cried louder inside me. I was hurt. Shattered. I had spent my life loving him, dreaming of having pups with him… and now it was all gone. “After a few weeks of him being with you, while you were his Luna… What did you expect me to do? He’s my mate, not yours,” Mira shouted. Tears welled up in my eyes. She could have told me. She should have told me. I would have walked away. I would have left unbroken… but now I was broken, bitter, and betrayed. “You could have said something,” I whispered but Mira scoffed. “And watch you live my life? My mate? My pack? My status?” she snapped. I chuckled bitterly. Why wasn’t Kael saying anything? Was I that meaningless to him? I needed to hear it from his mouth. Mira must have noticed my stare and started moaning louder again. It felt like a scream against my soul. If he wouldn’t speak, then I would end it. “I, Luna Serra—” “Stop,” Kael finally said, and Mira frowned. The look she gave me was full of malice, like I had stolen her entire world. “You can still be Luna,” Kael said. “But Mira will be my mate. She’s my priority now.” His words made my stomach turn. Was he bargaining with me? Was I just a title to him now? “You need the title. You know that,” he added. Mira didn’t say anything, just stared at me, waiting for my response. I would make them both pay. I would hurt them the way they hurt me. But not by staying. Not by accepting scraps. “I, Luna Serra, reject Alpha Kael as my mate. This bond is severed, unwelcome, and broken,” I declared, my voice cracked and rough. Mira’s eyes lit up-she was happy. Happy to have won. But I would make her cry, one day. Just like I felt. I turned to leave, but paused at the door. “Kael… did you ever love me? Even once?” I asked. I just needed something, anything. My wolf wanted to hear it-just to know we weren’t fools from the beginning. “No,” he said simply. And that was it. My heart broke completely. I walked away without another word, but Mira’s moans still echoed behind me. I slammed my bedroom door shut. My eyes were dull, dead. I felt my chest tighten. “We loved him. We made him our first priority… w-we…” my wolf cried softly, and I could feel her pain. “Aren’t you hurt? You’re not even crying. Did you see it coming?” she asked. I rested my forehead on the door. My hair fell around my face, and I chuckled bitterly. “I have no tears left to cry. Let’s start packing. My revenge begins now,” I muttered. “If he betrayed me with my sister… then I’ll betray him with his uncle.”My heart pounded. Why did the princess show herself to me? And what did she mean by those words?I could hear them—muffled voices echoing in a circle, whispering, overlapping..a blur of sound.“Sera… Sera…” The faint call drifted through the noise.My eyes snapped open completely, and that’s when I saw i.... the rock that had been resting on my table earlier now floating mid-air, spinning slowly, shimmering with a purple hue that pulsed like fire.“What the—Dee, did you do this?” I asked, turning to look at her.Dee only shook her head.That’s when I noticed my hands, outstretched, trembling while purple mist poured out of my palms, curling around the rock like smoke obeying my command.My eyes widened. What was I doing?A witch? That couldn’t be, I doubted.No—someone had to be controlling this. I almost laughed at the thought, but the sound died in my throat as my gaze landed on the open book before me.Bruja. Only I could see the book and how its pages flipped on their own, flutter
CLICK. CLACK.The siren alarm blared through the long hallways, its echo weaving into every corner of the dorm.Dee’s eyes shot open. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her heart pounding, her thoughts still tangled in the dream — him and those crimson eyes.She let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Thank goodness… it was only a dream,” she whispered.“Dream?”Dee yelped. Linette’s face was suddenly hovering right above her.“Goddess, Linette! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Dee scolded, sitting up and pushing the covers aside. She swung her legs over the bed and immediately felt them wobble.“You okay?” Serra asked, pulling on her training outfit — a black blouse with flared sleeves, a corset cinched tight around her waist, and sleek leather pants that shimmered faintly under the morning light. A pointed witch’s hat crowned her head, completing the picture.Dee blinked, smiling. “Wow… you look like an actual witch. A powerful one.”Serra tugged at the corset with a gro
The bed creaked softly as Dee shifted restlessly, her body burning up. Sweat trickled down her forehead, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered open. She inhaled sharply, confusion flickering in her gaze as she scanned the room.What was this strange, suffocating feeling?She sat up, grabbed the bottle of water on her bedside table, and took a sip. The air around her felt heavy, pressing against her lungs. Before she could steady herself, everything blurred—colors melting, the ground tilting.“Ah—”Her body hit the cold floor with a soft thud. A hiss escaped her lips as she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of where she was. The familiar chill in the air, the eerie silence—it all came rushing back.And then she saw him.Val.The vampire.His blood-red eyes glowed in the dim light, fangs bared, his bare chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. He looked feral, starved… and yet heartbreakingly beautiful.Dee’s throat tightened. She stood shakily, pressing herself behind a wall, pe
“Explain, please… I’m confused,” I sighed.Dee stood, walked to the door, cracked it open to peer outside, then quietly shut it again. Her irises turned a misty white.“Aza Demos Debuf,” she whispered.The spell rippled through the room like a wave. I felt it crawl beneath my skin—the air grew heavy, sound vanished. The chamber was sealed.Dee’s eyes faded back to normal as she returned to sit beside me. “The book,” she began slowly. “It was said to have been burned and destroyed centuries ago—but it chose its own fate.”Her voice deepened, mesmerizing.“It was crafted by the first witch ever created—a slave who refused to bow forever. She hid forbidden spells within it: both black and light magic. Everyone wanted her power, so she sealed it inside that book and bound it with her blood. She wanted freedom for her kind, not servitude. But when others discovered what she’d done, they tortured her until she confessed that her powers, her very soul—were trapped beyond good and evil within
SERRA’S POVI was confused—utterly disoriented. The book had sucked me in, and now I was here? What in the hell was happening? My thoughts spiraled like a storm I couldn’t control.“I’m your roommate,” Dee said softly, stepping closer. She had sleek black hair, dark glowing skin, and wore brownish cargo pants with a fitted blouse. A suitcase dangled from her hand, and she smiled brightly.I couldn’t help but return the smile. She was beautiful—her pale brows contrasted perfectly against her deep complexion.“Nice to meet you,” I said.“Same here,” she replied, her eyes lingering on me, gaze steady and curious. “You look kind of famil—”“I’m your roommate too!” Linette’s cheerful voice cut in as she appeared beside her. “Come on, let’s go.” She linked her arm through mine and led me down the corridor.The hallway stretched endlessly, grand and golden. Black-and-gold walls shimmered under the soft light, woven basket designs glinting like threads of magic.Then I saw it.A portrait—brow
THIRD PERSON POVAnnie rushed out of the room, clutching a stack of documents—some of which Serra quickly slid under her dress. She hurried down the corridor, breath shallow, until she reached her own chamber. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, locked it tight, and pulled the hidden papers free.“Nothing?” she whispered in disbelief, flipping through them. Not a single mark appeared.A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. She dropped the paper on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. For a moment, there was only silence—until something glimmered in the corner of her eye.A faint sparkle.Light flickered against her vision. Serra froze, blinking rapidly, wondering if she was imagining it. But the glow remained—dancing faintly near her desk.She approached slowly.There it was.A book, its cover glimmering with golden dust and streaked with crimson lettering. Sharp spikes framed around the edges.“Bruja,” Serra breathed softly, the Spanish word rolling off her tongue. Meaning "Witc







