LOGINI lingered in front of the mirror longer than I should have.
The reflection staring back at me felt wrong. My black hair replaced the usual silver. Lucien's face looked back instead of my own. It was like a life not meant for me was staring through the glass. I adjusted the collar of my Northcrest Academy uniform again, even though it sat perfectly. Tiny control. That was all I had left. From the hallway, Dominic's voice cut through. "Time." One word. Always so final. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Dominic's gaze was steady, emotionless. "You understand what is at stake." I nodded. "The pack." "And the championship." "Same to you." That earned me a brief, unreadable look. I turned away before the silence could stretch. Waiting for Dominic's approval only made things worse. *** The drive to Northcrest Academy was peaceful. Quiet. I watched the world outside the window move past too quickly, like it did not care who I was trying to be today. Lucien's life was so neat. Every detail in its perfect place. Every expectation already set. The car stopped. I adjusted my bag and stepped out. The school gates were large, polished, and loud with movement. Students filled the entrance, laughing and talking like nothing in their lives had ever been taken from them. Whispers started almost immediately. "That is Lucien Vale." "He looks different today." I kept walking. I did not slow down. *** I found Lucien's locker without asking. Dominic made sure I memorized everything the night before. Three boys were already waiting there. Kelvin, Lucas, and Travis. Lucien's friends. I did not like that word. They looked more like people who enjoyed standing close to power. Kelvin leaned on the locker. "You were gone." "Family issue," I said. Lucas smiled slightly. "You always have those." I did not answer. I opened the locker and started arranging books I did not care about. Travis looked at me kindly. "Coach mentioned you missed practice." I paused. "I will take care of it." Kelvin shared a glance with Lucas. Both sensed that something about me was not quite right. I sensed it too. Lucien was supposed to be more outspoken. Relaxed. Carefree. I did not feel that way today. I kept a calm expression and closed the locker door gently. The bell rang. A break from more questions. *** History class was quiet. I sat near the back, keeping my head slightly down. I did not need much effort to follow the lesson. I was naturally better at this kind of thinking than Lucien. That thought lingered longer than it should have. The teacher wrote on the board. "Who can explain why the Moonfang treaty fell apart?" Silence. Lucien would not have answered this question. He did not care about history. He cared about movement, speed, and competition. I raised my hand. Heads turned curiously. Kelvin looked surprised. I hesitated, then spoke. "The treaty fell apart because both packs ignored their boundaries and relied on dominance rather than negotiation." The teacher nodded. "Exactly." When I sat down, the silence felt heavier. I could feel eyes on me. Not with admiration. With confusion. Like something was out of place. Kelvin leaned toward Lucas. "Since when does Lucien know that?" Lucas shook his head slightly. I stared at the board and kept quiet. I could not afford more mistakes like that. *** Lunch was even tougher. Lucien's table was too familiar. Too noisy. Packed with people who spoke without thinking. A plate of fries with melted cheese sat in front of me. A cup of cola beside it. Lucien's favorite. I felt indifferent. Kelvin noticed. "You want your drink?" I picked up the cup. "I changed it." Travis chuckled. "Since when does Lucien Vale change anything?" I managed a small smile. "People change." Silence followed. Heavier than questions. *** The ice rink was colder than I remembered. Sharp sounds of skates on ice echoed around me. I took a careful step forward. The moment my blade made contact, my balance wobbled. Wrong. My body did not respond how it should. I almost slipped. Nearby players chuckled quietly. "Lucien is off today," someone said. I straightened and steadied myself. The coach blew the whistle. "Vale. Move." I pushed myself forward. Each movement felt strange, like wearing someone else's body. Almost right, but not quite. A puck was passed to me. I reached to stop it. It bounced off my stick instead. More quiet laughs. I gripped my stick tighter and tried again. Better. But only just. The coach watched me longer than usual. I could feel it. Like I was being studied. Not as Lucien. As someone who did not quite belong. *** Then the doors at the far end of the rink swung open. Everything changed. I sensed it before I saw it. The air shifted. Different. Roland Hayes walked inside. Northcrest seemed to freeze. Not because Roland demanded attention. Because he did not need to. He stepped onto the ice without rushing. His gaze swept across the rink once before settling on me. Something stirred inside me. Not fear. Not curiosity. Something deeper. More instinctive. Recognition without knowing why. Roland skated closer. Stopped a short distance away. The rink's noise faded into the background. He studied me silently. Then spoke softly. "You feel different today." I swallowed hard. I fought to keep my voice steady. "I am the same." A pause. Roland's expression sharpened. Like he was trying to understand something that did not quite make sense. Something inside me shifted. I felt his presence like a pull I could not explain. Roland finally looked away. It seemed to take real effort. "We will meet again." He skated past me. I stayed still on the ice. My heart did not race like it should when meeting an enemy. It felt like something inside me had already accepted him. Even though I did not fully understand why. I turned my head slightly. I watched Roland disappear across the rink. And for the first time since I entered Lucien's life, one thought became crystal clear. This was no longer just pretending. Roland Hayes might already know exactly who I really was.Roland’s POVI yanked Jeffery straight into my small bathroom by his wrist, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket. My brain was completely fried with pure panic. The tile floor was freezing under our bare feet, but my hands were shaking so bad I could barely grab the metal shower handle. I slammed the tap open all the way. The showerhead hissed loudly before throwing a thick, heavy spray of hot water against the glass door, steam rising fast to fog up the mirror.We didn’t have a single second to waste on being careful. I reached over and pulled the designer shirt off over Jeffery’s head in one fast jerk, throwing it onto the floor by the sink. He was fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, breathing super fast, kicking them off his ankles while I yanked my pants down to my knees. The cold morning air against our bare skin made us both shiver hard, but the crazy rush in my blood felt like pure fire.Four minutes. We had four stupid minutes to wash off the sweat, the red marks, an
Jeffery’s POVConsciousness crashes into me like a brutal body check into the hard ice rinks. One second I was deep in a foggy dream, floating in that weird limbo between sleep and total darkness, and the next, my shoulder is being violently yanked back and forth. The cozy warmth of the bed is instantly ripped away as my eyes snap wide open in the dark. The ugly green numbers of the alarm clock on the nightstand glow sharply through the dark room: 3:47 AM.My head feels like someone slammed a heavy brick straight into my skull. My muscles are heavy, dead, and locked up with exhaustion. Sleep deprivation clings to my brain like thick, sticky glue. I can barely breathe, let alone process why the room is shaking or why my heart is suddenly pounding against my ribs like a trapped wild animal.“Wake up! Now!” a voice barks in my ear.It’s Roland. His grip on my bare shoulder is so tight his fingers are practically bruising my skin. I blink through the blurry darkness, struggling to focu
Roland’s POVThe bedroom was pitch black, quiet as a graveyard, and warm from our bodies tangled up together under the heavy duvet. I was out cold, knocked into the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks. My arm was still wrapped tight around Jeffery’s waist, holding his back squished against my chest so he couldn’t slip away while I was passed out. My muscles were completely sore, heavy as lead, and buzzing with that lazy, completely drained feeling that hits you right after mind-blowing sex. After the shouting in the locker room, the paparazzi ambush, and the wild hours on the couch, my brain had completely shut off.Then the sound hit.A sharp, piercing ring sliced right through the dark silence like a jagged blade.The loud vibration buzzed aggressively against the wooden top of my nightstand, rattling my glass of water so hard it sounded like an alarm going off in a small room.“Ugh... damned it,” I groaned into the pillow, my head feeling heavy and foggy. I didn’t want to move. I di
Jeffery’s POVWe eventually moved away from the wrecked couch and staggered into Roland’s bedroom. The big bed was super soft, smelling faintly of clean laundry and Roland’s familiar cologne. Roland didn’t even bother pulling the covers up properly before he crashed out completely. The intense encounter on the couch, mixed with all the crazy stress from the locker room fight and the paparazzi ambush, had completely drained all his energy. He fell into a deep, satisfied sleep within seconds, his heavy breathing turning into a steady, quiet rhythm in the dark room.Even in his sleep, he couldn’t let go of me. His long, muscular arm was possessively draped over my waist, his heavy hand resting firmly on my stomach, holding me tightly against his warm body. He held me like a big, greedy kid clutching his favorite toy, refusing to let me slip away even in his dreams. I lay awake beside him, staring straight up at the dark ceiling. The city outside the high-rise window was completely quiet
Roland’s POV The silly joke died right in my throat, freezing the smile on my face before it could even fully form. One second I was lying feeling like a king, grinning against Jeffery’s skin and chuckling about how we wrecked my living room couch, and the next, my whole body went totally rigid. The cozy, lazy afterglow floating around my head popped like a cheap balloon. A single, cold drop of water landed right on my bare arm where it was resting against his face. I blinked fast in the dim gray light coming through the giant windows, leaning back just an inch to look down at him. Jeffery had his eyes squeezed shut tight, his dark lashes wet and sticking together. Another clear tear leaked out from the corner of his eye, tracing a quiet path down his cheek and soaking straight into the throw pillow beneath his head. My stomach did a violent, sickening drop, like I had just missed the bottom step in the dark.“Hey,” I whispered softly, my voice suddenly sounding very raspy and strai
Jeffery’s POVThe world narrows down to pure sensation the second Roland’s lips meet mine. All the crazy drama from tonight, the shouting in the locker room, the flashing paparazzi cameras, and Maxwell trying to take me away, completely disappear into thin air. The only thing left in the entire universe is Roland’s heavy body pressed on top of mine, the smell of his soap mixing with sweat, and the burning heat trapped between us on this soft living room couch.Roland makes good on his promise, his body pressing Jeffery into the cushions with a desperate, consuming intensity. He doesn’t hold back at all. Every single thrust of his hips, every possessive stroke of his hand, and every heavy press of his weight feels like a loud, wordless demand. He is telling me to stay right here, to stop overthinking everything in my head, and to just be his. He is claiming every single inch of my body, leaving zero room for me to pull away or doubt him.My hands fly to his bare back, my fingers digg
I stood frozen in the dim concrete hallway, my back pressed against the cold wall like it could somehow save me. The silence pressed down, thick and heavy. My pulse hammered so fiercely I could feel it in my teeth. Every part of me screamed to run, but my legs refused to move. Roland did not rush.
I hated every second of this new life. I hated waking up early for interviews I did not care about. I hated people staring at me everywhere I went like I belonged to them now. I hated the cameras outside Northcrest Academy and the way students suddenly moved aside whenever I walked past. Most of
My phone buzzed against the cafeteria table like a warning shot. Alpha Dominic. My father never called me first. Ever. Our communication consisted of him grunting in my direction at dinner and me existing quietly in the background. I answered anyway. "Hello?" "Come home immediately." The line
The first thing you should know about me is that I have spent seventeen years as the world's least impressive consolation prize. My brother Lucien arrived first, screaming like he was already giving orders. The full moon was out. The elders felt his wolf before he even took his first breath. Golde







