LOGINFor six years, I've lived as a boy. Kai Blackwood is the only identity I've ever been allowed to have. My father says the pills I take suppress a deadly condition inherited from my late mother, and my disguise is the only thing keeping me alive. He gave me one rule: stay away from the royal Pierce family. Then I earn a hockey scholarship to Crescent Moon Academy. On my first day, four future Alpha Kings stop dead the moment they see me. The ruthless captain tests me. The golden-eyed prince looks at me like I belong to him. The charming flirt refuses to leave my side. The quiet genius watches me like I'm a mystery waiting to be solved. The closer they get, the weaker my pills become... and the strange power inside me begins to awaken. My father spent nineteen years making sure the Alpha Kings would never find me. But the moment I stepped into Crescent Moon Academy, they looked at me like they'd been searching for me all along. So when the truth finally comes out... who is really the forbidden one?
View More~ Kaia ~The words caught in my throat. Blackwood Estate. I couldn't say that. Not here. Not to Luca Pierce. The surname was safe — Dad had built the whole disguise around it — but the estate itself was something else. A real place. A place someone could look up, ask around about, connect to a family that wasn't supposed to exist inside these walls."Kai?" Luca tilted his head."We're from—""Pierce."A deep voice cut across the courtyard. Luca sighed dramatically. "Duty calls." He glanced over his shoulder, then back at me, grinning. "Saved by terrible timing.""I'm not complaining.""I noticed." He gave me a lazy salute, already backing away. "We'll continue this conversation later."*Later.* I wasn't sure if that was a promise or a threat.He jogged off toward Ryker, who waited near the stone staircase without so much as glancing my way. I stood there another moment, pulse finally slowing. One question, and I'd nearly destroyed everything. I really needed a better fake hometown.B
~ Kaia ~The first thing I felt when I woke up was pain. The second was panic.I shot upright, my hand flying straight to my pocket before I was fully awake. The bottle was still there. Three pills. Still three. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding."You're losing it," I muttered to myself.After yesterday's training, I probably deserved to. Every muscle in my body protested as I climbed out of bed — shoulders aching, thighs burning, even my hands sore from gripping my stick for hours. Ryker Pierce hadn't simply trained me. He'd dismantled me.I caught my reflection in the dorm mirror while buttoning my academy shirt. Dark circles beneath my eyes. Hair tucked carefully beneath my cap. Binder secure. Voice low. Kai Blackwood stared back at me.Good. Kaia could stay hidden a little longer.The morning classes blurred together — Introduction to Supernatural History, Combat Theory, Pack Politics. Apparently every class at Crescent Moon assumed you'd one day be responsible
~ Kaia ~I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw golden eyes staring at me across the rink.*Mine.*The word still echoed somewhere deep inside my chest. I told myself I hadn't actually heard it — there was no way I could have. Van Pierce had been halfway across the arena. Maybe I'd imagined it. Maybe the warmth in my chest was getting worse. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe I should've taken another pill.I reached for my emergency bottle before I even climbed out of bed.Three pills left.I counted them twice before sliding the bottle back into my pocket. Somehow, that didn't make me feel any safer.I sighed and sat up in bed. Today was my first session with the Royal Elite Unit. Somehow, that thought was even more terrifying than the strange prince who couldn't stop staring at me.The private rink sat behind the main arena, hidden beneath a glass dome that overlooked the frozen mountains surrounding Crescent Moon Academy. It was beautiful. And completely empty.Well — almost.
~ Kaia ~The bottle spun across the ice before coming to a stop. Every muscle in my body locked.No. Not here. Not now.I pushed off instinctively, reaching for it before anyone else noticed, but another skate slid in front of me. Black leather. Silver blades. A royal crest. The bottle stopped against the toe of the skate.My pulse stumbled.Slowly, the owner bent down and closed long fingers around the white plastic bottle. When he straightened, I found myself staring into a pair of cold grey eyes.The tallest Pierce brother.He turned the bottle over once. No label — thank God. Dad had insisted years ago that every emergency bottle stay completely blank. No names. No dosage. Nothing."What is it?" His voice was calm. Controlled. Almost too calm.I swallowed. "Vitamins."One dark eyebrow lifted. "For hockey?""I get migraines."The lie came so easily it almost scared me.He studied me for another second — not the bottle, me — like he was trying to fit together pieces of a puzzle only






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