I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the hallway.
Not because of the silence. Not because of the stares. Because of the heat. It started low in my stomach. A dull ache, then a burn. The kind that crawled up my spine whenever Kael was close. It had gotten worse. Every time I caught a whiff of his scent, the world blurred. My body betrayed me. My knees weakened. My breath shortened. The mate bond wasn’t subtle. It didn’t wait for permission. It just lit a fire under my skin and made me want things I shouldn’t want. I rounded the corner and he was there. Leaning against the railing outside the dorm entrance, his hoodie low, one hand in his pocket. Like he hadn’t threatened to tear the school apart just hours ago. Kael looked up the moment I saw him. And my body reacted like it had a mind of its own. My thighs pressed together. My pulse kicked up. He didn’t move. Just watched. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, voice tighter than I meant. “Didn’t ask for your permission,” he replied. I tried to walk past him. He caught my wrist gently. Not forceful. But it stopped me like a command. “You feel it,” he said quietly. I yanked my hand free. “What do you want, Kael?” He didn’t answer. Not with words. He just pushed the door open behind me and nodded toward the stairwell. ⸻ We ended up in an empty common room, lights off, blinds half-drawn. I should’ve turned and walked back out. But I didn’t. Because the moment the door shut behind us, the air shifted. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t speak. He stared. And I felt it again. The pull. The need. The deep, maddening ache between my legs that made me feel like I was coming undone in slow motion. Kael closed the distance. He didn’t kiss me. He sank to his knees in front of me. “What are you—” My words cut off when his hands gripped the back of my thighs and dragged me closer to the wall. He pushed my hoodie up. Pulled my shorts down. No hesitation. No soft words. Just hunger. His mouth found me instantly. Heat exploded through me. I grabbed the edge of the wall behind me to stay upright. My head dropped back as his tongue moved—slow, precise, like he’d done this before, like he already knew what I liked. He held my thighs open with both hands and didn’t let me close them, no matter how much I trembled. He didn’t look up. Didn’t speak. He just kept going. Tasting me. Sucking gently, then harder, teasing with the edge of his teeth. When one finger slid inside me, my breath hitched. When a second joined it, curling just right, I almost cried out. “Ka..ka..Kael…” I let you barely able to breathe properly from all the gasping. My body clenched around him, hips rolling into his mouth. His pace didn’t change. Not once. When the pressure built too high to bear, when my legs buckled, he caught me. Held me through it. I came with his name trapped behind my teeth, my throat raw with the force of it. Still, he didn’t stop. He let me ride it out, every twitch, every gasp. Only when I finally sagged back against the wall, legs shaking, did he pull back. Kael sat back on his heels, breathing slow and deep. He lifted his fingers—wet, glistening—and brought them to his nose. Then his lips. He smelled them like he was savoring the finest thing he’d ever tasted. “I’m not washing this hand,” he said. “Ever.” My heart stuttered. “You taste like mine,” he added, voice low. “Like something I’d kill to keep.” I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. And he didn’t kiss me. Not once. He stood. Looked down at me. Then turned and left. Like it had been for him, not me. But it had been for both of us. And I knew I’d never forget the way he looked when he walked away. ⸻ Selene struck later that night. I heard her before I saw her. That annoying, fake laugh she used when she wanted attention. I was walking down the courtyard path alone, hoodie pulled tight. Still shaken from what Kael had done. Still aching. She stepped out from the shadows with her friends. Her smile was tight. Calculated. “I hear Kael’s been busy tonight,” she said. I kept walking. She followed. “Tell me, did he kiss you?” I said nothing. “Because I know what his lips feel like when he’s not pretending,” she added, pulling her blazer open just enough to reveal her lacy bra. She leaned against the post beside the path, letting her fingers trace down her chest. “He used to lose control when I wore red.” I turned to leave. She caught my arm. I looked down at her hand. Slowly. She let go. Then spat, “You’ll never win. He’s not allowed to have you.” “I don’t need to win,” I said. “I just need him to stop pretending.” Selene’s face cracked. And that was the beginning of her downfall. By morning, the rumor had spread. Selene’s revenge was quiet, vicious, and perfectly executed. The school bulletin lit up with an anonymous “tip”about an omega “seducing” Kael Draven in the dorms. The whispers followed me down every hallway. The way girls looked at me like I’d infected their fantasy. The way boys stared like they were picturing what Kael already had. Someone stuck a note on my locker: Draven’s Whore I tore it off, shoved it into my pocket, and walked straight to the library where I went to hide from the noise. The back aisle. No one came here unless they wanted to be ignored. Then, the bell rang and I had to return back to class. I didn’t make it past the stairs before Elias blocked the hallway, his blazer unbuttoned, tie loose, eyes scanning me like I was on a menu. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me and rested a hand on the shelf beside my head. “You look flustered,” he said. “Bad night?” I glared. “Move.” He didn’t. “You know,” he said, stepping closer, “Kael might be enjoying himself, but he won’t claim you. Not fully. Not in front of the elders. Not with the packs watching.” “And you would?” I shot back. Elias smiled slowly. “I already did once.” His hand brushed my hip. I didn’t move. He leaned in. His lips hovered, barely an inch from mine. I felt his breath, warm and slow. His hand cupped the back of my neck. “Let me remind you what it felt like.” He kissed me again. This time, I didn’t flinch. His mouth was slick and hot, tongue teasing mine, full of calculated heat. My pulse thumped wildly. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t Kael. Still, for a second, it was easier to let it happen than to fight everything spinning around me. Then the library door opened behind us. It was Kael. I broke the kiss. His expression wasn’t just anger. It was betrayal. Heat. Jealousy he couldn’t hide, but he didn’t yell. He just walked past Elias, grabbed me by the wrist, again, and pulled me down the hall without a word. “What the hell was that?” I asked, yanking free when we rounded the corner. Kael didn’t answer. “I didn’t ask him to kiss me.” He turned. “You didn’t stop him either.” My hands balled into fists. “I’m not yours to control.” He stepped in close. “The bond says otherwise.” His voice cracked on that last word. I looked up, and for a second, Kael wasn’t the cold Alpha heir. He looked… confused. Vulnerable. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you,” he said quietly. “But I can’t afford to need you, Lena. Not like this.” Before I could reply, a soft voice interrupted from behind us. “Kael.” That bitch! Selene. Her uniform was unbuttoned slightly. Her hair loose. One hand casually holding a tablet to her chest, just enough cleavage visible to make her intention clear. “Can we talk?” she asked, stepping closer. “Alone.” I started to leave. Kael didn’t stop me, but I didn’t walk far. I paused just around the corner. Selene’s voice floated through. “You know you don’t have to pretend with me.” Kael said nothing. “I saw what she did to you. Omegas are always desperate for power. But you? You’re stronger than that.” A pause. Then: “You remember what I taste like,” she added softly. “Don’t you?” Another silence. Then Kael’s voice, hard and sharp: “Don’t touch me again.” “You don’t mean that” “I do.” His tone was brutal. “Selene, I will never want you the way you want me. So stop trying.” I stepped away before she could see me. But I didn’t miss the sound of something small shattering against the floor. Selene’s pride. When I returned to my dorm later that night, the summons were waiting. The Head Alpha of the tri-pack alliance had arrived on campus. And he wanted to meet me. By name. And I stood there, heart pounding, completely lost in the chaos I couldn’t seem to control. “Who do I choose?”The chains still burned on my wrists long after the ritual ended. Even though the guards had removed them, my skin carried the memory—angry welts, the sting of silver crawling under the surface like it wanted to stay there forever. I pressed my arms against my chest, curling into myself as Kael half-dragged me through the dim corridors of the academy. His grip was rough, almost punishing, but I didn’t pull away. The fury rolling off him was the only thing keeping me upright. No one dared stop us. Students pressed against the walls, their eyes sharp, their whispers sharper. Selene’s smirk followed us in my mind, replaying in every blink. She saw me break. She saw me burn. Kael shoved open the door to one of the unused training rooms, slamming it behind us with a crack that echoed off the stone walls. The sound jolted through me. My breath came uneven, my ribs aching, but worse than that ache was something else. Heat. It started low in my belly, coiling tighter with every se
The silver burned the moment it touched my skin. Chains hissed against my wrists, my ankles, coiling like serpents until I was bound to the ritual dais. Every instinct screamed to tear free, to shift, to run—but the silver bit deeper with each attempt, searing through my veins, blistering my skin. My wolf whimpered inside me, trapped and powerless. The Council chamber had gone silent. Dozens of eyes watched from the shadows, eager for a crack, a scream, a sign that the omega girl wasn’t strong enough to stand in their sacred circle. Selene stood at the edge of the platform, her smile wickedly sweet, golden hair gleaming like a crown. She wanted me to break. She needed it. “Begin,” the Head Councilor commanded. The floor beneath me lit with runes, carved deep into the stone, filling with crimson light as one of the elders sliced a blade across my palm. Blood dripped into the grooves, sizzling as though the stone drank it. Pain exploded through me. Not from the cut, but from
LENA. The Council chambers were colder than I imagined. Stone walls soared high above, carved with the Fenrir crest in jagged relief, silver torchlight catching on sharp edges. The chamber smelled of iron and incense, heavy with centuries of judgment. Wolves didn’t whisper here. They obeyed. They feared. I stood in the center, every eye on me. Kael’s hand brushed mine once before we entered, a fleeting anchor, but now he stood to the side, flanked by guards. They hadn’t allowed him near me, not with the charges stamped against my name. My pulse thudded painfully in my throat as I forced myself to lift my chin. I would not cower. Not here. Not now. “Lena Ashbourne,” the Head Councilor’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone. His robes pooled at his feet, silver chains glinting across his chest. “Daughter of Caleb Ashbourne, branded rogue and convicted of Alpha blood treachery. Do you deny your lineage?” The words sliced through me, each one deliberate, meant to wound. My
KAEL. My wolf wouldn’t settle. The moment that Council snake walked away, the fury in my chest turned molten. Every instinct screamed to rip the letter apart, storm the Council chambers, and tear down their marble walls until the elders bled apologies at my feet. But Lena’s shaking hand in mine had stopped me. Her fear had chained me to stillness when every bone in me wanted war. Now, hours later, I prowled my father’s private hall, the Council’s seal still burning against my palm. Magnus Fenrir sat at the end of the chamber, draped in black and silver robes, his presence filling the room like thunder before a storm. He didn’t rise when I entered. He didn’t need to. His wolf weighed heavy in the air, pressing down on mine, reminding me that he wasn’t just Alpha of Silverfang — he was my Alpha. I hated the way my wolf bowed inside me. “You disobeyed me,” he said at last, his voice low, measured, dangerous. I clenched my jaw. “I defended my mate.” His gaze sharpened, s
The whispers didn’t die. They followed me everywhere I went, curling under doorways and sliding down corridors like smoke I couldn’t escape. The courtyard scene had spread across every phone in Silverfang. No one needed to look at me directly anymore; they only had to glance down at their screens, replaying Selene’s poisonous voice on loop, over and over, until her words felt tattooed across my skin. Rogue’s daughter. Omega slut. Curse. I kept my head low, but it didn’t matter. When I walked into lecture halls, conversations snapped shut like jaws. When I sat in the dining hall, the space around me grew hollow, untouched. Even the air felt colder now. Kael tried to shield me. He always did. His presence at my side was iron, the warning in his gaze enough to scatter most wolves before they could spit venom to my face. But I still felt it. The weight of their eyes. The disgust they didn’t bother hiding. I used to think invisibility was the worst fate here. I was wrong. B
The courtyard was too quiet when we stepped into it. Usually it buzzed at this hour—students hurrying between lectures, wolves sparring in the training pits, gossip crackling from every corner. But today, silence pressed down heavy. Kael’s hand gripped mine tighter. His body blocked me slightly as we walked, his shoulders broad, his chest tense. His wolf was awake, pacing under his skin. Something was wrong. Then I saw it. The center of the courtyard had been cleared. A platform stood there, makeshift but solid, wood dragged from the training grounds. A banner of Silverfang colors hung behind it, the crest of the Fenrir family bold against the fabric. And Selene stood on the platform. Her hair shone like spun gold in the sunlight. Her uniform skirt had been pressed crisp, her blouse cut just enough to draw eyes. She held a microphone, her smile sweet as poison. Students crowded the edges of the courtyard, phones already lifted, eyes sharp with hunger. Selene’s voic