LOGINAlpha Raze POV
I tilted my head as the elders ranted, demanding I choose a Luna. “Choose! Select! We can't wait for your fated forever!” They all yelled in my ears, and my eyes darkened. I raised my left hand in the air, silencing everyone instantly. I was the most feared and powerful Alpha. I didn’t need to choose a mate—I would gladly wait for my fated one. To spoil her. To make her mine. I became Alpha at eighteen. My pack had been nothing but a wasteland, and I built it up with power and wealth. My brother, Lucien, tried to take the pack from me, but I stood my ground and defeated him in wolf form. That scoundrel. I knew he had planted fear in the elders’ hearts. I’ll crush him when the time is right—along with my nephew, Kael. I turned my gaze to the elders, my eyes dark and unreadable. I didn’t want more words. I’d waited years for my fated mate. I was thirty, but I hadn’t lost hope. Sooner or later, she would be in my arms. And when she was.... I wouldn’t let her go. “There will be no festival to select my Luna. The Moon Goddess has surely blessed me—she will arrive soon. Am I clear?” I spoke in my Alpha tone. I could see the fear in their eyes. Who wouldn’t be afraid? I had my first kill at thirteen. Rogues had attacked—twenty of them—and I fought alone to protect my pack. No one dares to go against me. Except him. Lucien. He stood up slowly, his eyes trying to measure me. “What about Kieran? She’s been a close friend to you and would be perfect for the Luna position.” I chuckled. Kieran was just a friend—and would be nothing more. “Uncle, why don’t you marry her? She’d suit you better,” I said, my tone laced with mockery and anger. I couldn’t stand his facade. A devil in green clothing—he once tried to use me, but I was smarter. Who would’ve thought an eighteen-year-old could outsmart him? I turned to my Beta. I was ready to shut this down for good. “Perhaps the Alpha doesn’t want to birth an heir,” Lucien added, pushing further. My eyes dimmed. The hall's temperature spiked, heat thick in the air. I could snap his neck in two—but where’s the fun in that? In a flash, I stood before him, my gaze piercing through him. “Your opinion means nothing. Worthless,” I spat. His eyes darkened with anger, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned and walked to the door. My leather jacket swept the floor as my steps echoed power and dominance. “He thinks he can control me—when his pack isn’t worth the dirt under my boots,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Lucien heard it too. Let him stew in it. “Anyone who sides with him—leave the hall and never return,” I warned. I didn’t need traitors. I might sound hopeful, but I didn’t expect my mate to fall from the sky or land at my doorstep. But damn it—I needed her. I wanted my mate. To touch her. To take her around the world. To make up for the years we’d lost. Was the Moon Goddess playing games with me? "Grr..." I growled under my breath, storming to my room, ready to curse the Moon Goddess like I always did. She better send me my mate. My Beta, Lucas, followed behind me. He knew I was pissed. How dare they question me? Lucien was gaining confidence—I would crush that fire before it became a blaze. “Some traders from the Royal Moon Pack will arrive with the requested goods,” Lucas said behind me. I grunted. I wasn’t expecting traders. I paused, my eyes narrowing. Were rogues trying to infiltrate my pack? “Who sent them?” I roared. “Your nephew’s chosen mate,” Lucas answered. My eyes narrowed. I had heard about her—guests gossiping about how Kael made an Omega his Luna. Rumors said she was stunning, curvy, beautiful, and had turned down countless suitors for Kael. She must’ve been insane or blinded by love. Kael was calm on the outside, but inside? He was his father’s son. Blood is thicker than water—but not to him. I was sure Kael had accepted her for a reason. A reason that served him. Now I wanted to see her—the so-called Luna the pack gossiped about. I had a feeling her life with Kael had been hell. That boy was stubborn and manipulative. I doubted he ever loved her. “Hm,” I hummed, and Lucas stood beside me, waiting for my response. “Alert me when she reaches the border,” I said, then walked into my office and slammed the door. I knew Lucas wanted to say something about the elders’ meeting, but I was too pissed for advice. Was she a spy? Why was she coming to my pack? Did Lucien and Kael plan to use her against me? My mind wouldn't rest. I stared at the paperwork on my desk and frowned. If I had a mate… her company would calm me. She would sit here, ranting while I worked. And I’d listen—grateful—because she’d be mine. At last. "The Moon Goddess has a time for us to meet our mate,"my wolf, Draven, finally stirred. He had shut himself away after the meeting. Honestly, I could’ve lost control and slit someone’s throat right there. Draven knew better—that’s why he stayed silent. “When?” I growled, frustration boiling. “What if I’m way older than her?” I growled again, fury and longing burning inside me.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







