LOGINDAISYHer eyes flash with anger at my words, but before she can respond, Suzy and Ria return, their trays laden with food.Sonia gives me one last venomous glare before stalking off with her cohorts.“What did that bitch want?” Suzy asks, setting down her tray with more force than necessary.“Nothing important,” I assure her, eyeing the extra tray of food next to her that Ria brought to the table. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about the cinnamon rolls.”The three trays are loaded with fluffy cinnamon rolls dripping with icing, alongside scrambled eggs with cheese, crispy bacon, fresh fruit salad, and steaming mugs of coffee. The whole meal is a mouthwatering, delicious-looking feast.“Eat,” Suzy smiles, pushing the extra tray towards me. “You look like you didn't eat much yesterday.”She is not wrong.I dig in, and the first bite of cinnamon roll is pure heaven. It's so sweet and buttery with just the right amount of spice.For a few minutes, we eat in comfortable silence, the tension cau
DAISYMy alarm blares loudly, waking me up.Damn.Tossing on the bed, I grab my phone and swipe off the alarm. My eyes open and I stare up at the ceiling, the memories of last night crashing over me like stormy waves.Gosh. Last night, I did the unthinkable. I kissed Liam Kingston. The Lycan Prince. I never expected that to happen, but it did.And now, I can't stop thinking about it.My heart is already racing. I had Liam’s lips on mine last night, and honestly, I enjoyed it. I can still feel the intensity of his kiss. The way his hand gently sank into my hair as he pulled me closer. The way his vanilla scent wrapped around me until I couldn’t think straight.But I ran. Gosh, I actually ran away from him.‘Girl, you’re so naughty,’ Rayla chuckles inside me.‘You’re naughty too,’ I counter back.‘That’s true. I’m not denying that. Besides, he's a snack and I don't mind having another bite—”‘Oh my goodness Rayla.’‘What? I'm just saying what we both want. Don't be shy, and please don't
LIAMI can't breathe. I can't move. The woman I have been thinking about, obsessing about, is standing no less than ten feet away from me, dressed in fitted black pants and an orange hoodie that somehow makes her look vulnerable. Her loose hair strands are rebellious, sticking out from her hoodie cover and framing her face perfectly, and even though the hoodie cover is shadowing her face from the beam of the lights, I can see the way her hazel eyes are locked on me.I still can't believe she is here.“Daisy,” her name falls from my lips before I can stop it.“Liam Kingston,” she says softly, though I can hear a slight tremble in her voice.“What are you doing here?” I ask, now moving towards her, my feet eating up the distance between us.She doesn't say anything, but her eyes are darting around as if she is looking for an escape route.Oh no bunny.“Are you this quiet because I caught you spying on me?” I tease, now standing in front of her and so close enough to touch her.“I–I wasn
LIAMThe night air bites my skin as I drive my fist into the training dummy one more time. It’s past midnight—well past curfew—but I don’t give a damn. My knuckles are already raw, but I don't stop.I fucking need to clear my head. I can't sleep, and this, asides from drinking, is the only thing that distracts me from the curse writhing in my veins. Years of training have made violence second nature to me, so right now, this is the only way I can burn out the frustration and helplessness even though the effect is fucking temporary.The training dummy takes another hit from my fist, the impact reverberating up my arm and into my shoulder again and again. Sweat drips down my temple despite the cool night air breezing around the empty training fields. The full moon hangs white and luminous above me, casting the dummy's shadow across the ground including the nearby trees that look like they are watching my every move.‘You need to calm down,’ My wolf, Thorin, warns gently in my mind.‘I c
DAISYMy heart slams against my ribs.Yvonne and Bryson. They are here. They are really here.And they are dressed in school uniforms. The same pattern and badge of the same uniform I am wearing.No way. This is not possible. They can’t be here. They shouldn’t be here. They are married and last I heard, they were residing in Yvonne's pack.They should be anywhere else but not here in the Lycan Royal Academy.“Well, well, well, look who we have here,” Yvonne drawls, a slow, vicious smile spreading across her perfect face and makeup. “If it isn’t Daisy Caldwell the Champion herself.”Every part of me wants to turn around and leave. To avoid any confrontation.But the new ‘me’ has never been good at shying away from trouble.I straighten my spine and walk towards them, forcing a smile on my face.“Yvonne,” My eyes flick to Bryson, who is now watching me like he wants to rip me apart. “Bryson. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”“Clearly,” Yvonne purrs, moving closer. She is also dressed
DAISYThe hangout spot Dylan chose for our lunch is breathtaking.It is a hidden courtyard tucked behind the academy’s main library, with the trees creating a beautiful canopy of green overhead, their leaves filtering the afternoon sunlight into dancing patterns across the weathered stone benches and a small water fountain that burbles peacefully in the center. Some students are sprawled across the grass with books and their lunch bags, eating and laughing amongst themselves.This place is so serene and perfect. It is the kind of place that makes you forget you are in one of the most competitive academic institutions in the world.“Do you like it?” Dylan asks.“Yes,” I reply honestly. “It's beautiful.”“I told you it is one of the best spots on campus,” he says proudly, spreading out a blanket with more gentleness than necessary and making Adam roll his eyes.“You mean there are more spots like this?” I ask.“Yes. If you like, I can show you more next time.”“And who said there's goin







