LOGINAdira had always been mistreated by her uncle’s family and park at large. She was treated like an outcast by her family who constantly stole from her and her cousin who assaulted her sexually at every given chance. When an opportunity presents itself for her to escape her misery, her family’s treacherous acts pulled her back. They disregarded her dreams of returning to school and wanted her to marry the old Lycan King. Done with living such life, Adira escaped only to fall into the hands of those who saw her as an object to be sold. How did Adira go from being in the auction house to becoming the Ruthless Alpha Flynn of the beastly shadow pack? His friends are now hers. His foes are now hers. What would happen when the wolfless Adira disguising as Alpha Flynn has to train with the other Alphas in the Crestfall all-alpha academy and most importantly, what would happen when she crosses paths with Flynn’s greatest enemy, Alpha Miguel Fangion. They are enemies yet mated.
View MoreMiguel Blue eyes. Curly brown hair. A man much taller than he was. I scribbled into my notebook, standing behind Master Ridge who barked orders, occasionally tossing glances at me over his shoulder just to make sure that I was busy writing the reports on the squads and their leaders. “Did you get that?”“Mmm” I gave a curt nod, sealing it with a smile as if I did something substantial when the truth was, the note was filled with the names that almost fit into Flynn’s description of the jerk he was dating. But from all the names that I had put down, none of them matched the features that rattled me. Average Height. Light blue eyes. Not dreamy like he had mentioned. Wrong hair. “Jasper,” I murmured under my breath, dragging the pen across his name. “Doesn't fit,”Frustration clogged my throat as a growl rumbled from my chest and for a second, a myriad of thoughts flooded through my mind. What if Flynn told a lie? There wasn't anyone who had the complete features he mentioned an
MiguelSweat trailed down both sides of my forehead, clinging to my eyelashes, the stone biting into my knuckles as I lowered my chest, the grass brushing through it. For a split second, my hands left the stony ground—enough for a clap—before I dipped down again, groaning from the tension that gripped my muscles. Russian push-ups weren’t my thing. Vernon and Hermes were perfect with it. But for Flynn, it was his nightmare. This was the reason I needed more practice. After the mating convention, I came to the academy with a strategy. To get close to the masters and pick on any information that could help me climb up the ranks and kick Flynn Hitchcock to the curb. I had walked past the masters and happened to catch on to what they talked about. Something about a new evaluation system—where those who were unfit for strength training or missed a single step would be eliminated. Weaklings had no place in the academy and strength training was the perfect way to fish them out. Russian P
Adira(Flynn) Aside from ranking first and leaving the academy unscathed with my real identity protected, the goal was to avoid Miguel by any means possible. The night that he kissed that brunette with bright blue eyes, my chest had tightened so badly that it felt like more pressure on it could tear it apart. My wolf—Zandora—had howled badly when he pulled the flustered woman to his chest, with his hand supporting her head before those eyes that had darkened to a shade narrowed on me. He had smirked cockily at me before he planted a kiss on her cheek. The physical pain that I had felt from my mate that night was indescribable. Being intimate with someone other than one’s mate was considered ‘cheating’ and the wronged mate always bore the consequences. I should have thought twice before bringing the suggestion for us to get into relationships just to weaken the mate bond. Or I should have kissed Vernon so that Miguel felt twice as much pain as the pain that gripped me that
Miguel’s P.O.V A strange burst of lust unfolded inside of me, sending blood straight into my dick as my heart pumped so hard it almost bruised my ribs. Flynn’s eyes were alluring, spell-binding and they had never looked this beautiful— No! This was fucked. I shouldn’t be thinking this. And as if that wasn’t worse, I could feel my erection pressing against Flynn Why the fuck was I having an erection because of Flynn and most importantly, why the fuck was he even my mate? How was this possible? I should bury my clenched fists in his face, bruise that face until it was marred with blood. But that sweet scent of fresh jasmine and vanilla that had always tingled my nostrils seeped into my nose again and this time, I struggled to take my eyes off him. Like a magnetic pull, I kept sinking into Flynn despite the terror that seized his face. I wanted to bury my head into the crook of his neck, breath against it, and— That repulsive woodsy scent that Flynn always carried slamm






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