The Alpha's Ice Queen

Nina's POV 

“I will miss you, Mom,” I said, pouting my lips sadly and pulling my mom into a tight embrace.

My mom—Beta Elara of the Duskwatch Pack—a small pack in the east —has just dropped me in front of the university gate as I'm just resuming back from the three-week summer break.

“I will miss you too, honey,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ears as she patted my back fondly. “Be good, okay?” She pulled back, brushing a strand of my stray blonde hair.

She kissed my forehead, and then waved me goodbye. She got into the car and finally drove off.

I watched until her car disappeared, then grabbed my suitcase and headed toward the gate.

My name is Nina Hayes, nineteen years old, a Healing and Herbal Craft major Sophomore and member of the cheerleading team at Velmora University of the Lycan Arts. An ultra-private werewolf college in the hills of Oxford. It's a place where strength and ranks rewrite the rules, where legacy matters more than grades and where anyone without a powerful last name is disposable.

Thankfully, I come from the Beta family, and I was treated quite well. Unlike the Omega and scholarship students, who are being bullied and treated like trash.

I made my way towards my dorm room, waving at a few coursemates that I met on the campus while they echoed a 'welcome back in return'. 

Just before I could turn a corner, I heard a voice sneer. “Look, who is back? The girl with the four eyes.”

I froze.

That sneer.

I didn't need to turn back before I knew who it was. I could already picture the curled lips, raised brows and thinly veiled disgust as if my mere presence disgusted her.

Maya Walker—the college self-proclaimed queen bee, bully and my personal nightmare. She is the princess of Duskwatch Pack. From childhood, we've always been like sworn enemies for reasons I don't really know. 

In the pack, she made my life a living hell. She bullied me, painted me as the bad person while no one knows her true colour. She was always the kind princess.

And four eyes was the name she calls me because I wear glasses. From when I was six, I had always had to depend on it for vision.

I used to be afraid of her in the past, but not anymore. I have grown and I'm certainly not the one to be pushed around anymore.

I sighed, clenching my fists before turning back to face her. 

She stood there in a designer body cum dress and ankle length boots, arms crossed like she owned this campus. With her sidekicks—Luna and Amelia—flanking behind her.

I took a step closer, folding my arms. “Yes, I'm back,” I said flatly. “Got a problem with that?“

“Of course, not, Nina,” she purred, her tone thick with mockery. “Just watch your back this semester. Don't try to cross me or I will make your life a living hell,” she said, shoulder-brushing me as she walked away.

“Hmph,” Luna scoffed in front of me before walking off.

Amelia kicked off my suitcase and it hit the marble floor with a loud thud.

“Bitches,” I said, through gritted teeth.

Cross her? Please. I have better things to focus on. For the record sake, she's always been the one obsessed with me.

I reached for my suitcase, dusted it off and headed to my dorm room, refusing to let Maya ruin my mood.

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Butterflies filled my belly as I twisted the doorknob to Aiden's dormitory. I hadn't seen him in three weeks. The ache of missing him pressed against my chest like a weight I couldn't shake.

Aiden Brooks, my fated mate. The man every she-wolf in this academy desired. The prince of the Velmora Lycan Pack—one of the biggest packs in the east, a senior in his third year, the basketball captain, handsome and untouchable. 

The moment I turned eighteen and discovered he was mine, I thought I had won the moon goddess's favor.

We had been together in secret ever since, and tomorrow, at The Moonstone Welcome Party, he would finally claim me publicly. No more sneaking around. No more stolen moments.

Goodness, I missed him. Missed his touch, his wolf scent, the way he made me feel completely his. Three weeks apart had been torture, with only my fingers and toys keeping me sane. 

I stepped into the room, and I spotted him, standing and staring out of the window. Tall, powerful, and devastatingly handsome. The very air seemed to shift around him, his dominance impossible to ignore. My nipples hardened as I took in the sight of him.

He turned back at me and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. 

“Miss Hayes,” he said, walking past me and I heard the door locking. 

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his heat and delicious scent wrapping behind me. “I fucking miss you.”

“I miss you too,” I muttered, pushing my glasses up. 

His hands gripped my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing onto the desk. My legs parted instinctively. 

His hands drifted up my thighs and his hand found the band of my panties. He pulled it down and tossed it away.

Without another word, he slammed his two middle fingers inside my pussy. A sharp moan escaped my lips.

Aiden's fingers inside me moved with expert precision, curling inside me, hitting the right spot that made my toes curl with pleasure. My breath seized, my nails gripping his shoulders as he played my pussy like an instrument he knew all too well.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his voice filled with pleasure.

I bit my lips, a throaty cry escaping as he pulled out his fingers, but only to slam them back in deeper, harder, until I swore I could feel him in my throat. His thumb found my clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles that made my hips buckle against his hand. My body was on fire, every one of my nerves tingling with desire.

"Aiden," I gasped, my hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. "Take me. Now."

He smirked, his dark eyes glinting with possession. "Patience, my little wolf. I haven't seen you in weeks. I plan to enjoy every second. No rushing it."

With that, he drew his fingers out, dipping them in his mouth, sucking my essence off them with a low growl. The sight made my cunt jerk in anticipation.

"Always so sweet. Always so fresh," he murmured before grabbing my thighs, spreading them wider.

Then he dropped to his knees, his breath warm against my slick heat. He buried his head inside me. The first swipe of his tongue made me cry out, my hands flying to his thick, dark hair. He didn't just tease. No, far from it. He devoured me completely like a feast. His tongue sucked my clit between his lips before flicking it with just the right amount of pressure.

My eyes shut closed, my head fell back in reckless abandonment, pleasure spiralling out of control. "Fuck, Aiden..... I'm gonna —"

"Not yet," he growled against me, his hands gripping my ass to keep me still, while the other hand found one of the nipples, fondling it a little bit hard. Then, he slowed his pace, dragging out my pleasure, making me whimper beneath me.

"Please," I pleaded desperately, needing more, needing him inside me.

He stood, unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, letting me admire the thick, hard cock straining against his paints, leaving a thick dent on it. I swallowed hard at the sight. So beautiful and big.

"Turn around," he commanded, his deep voice, authoritative.

Trembling with anticipation, I obeyed, pressing my palms against the edge of the desk, arching my ass back, presenting all of myself to him. A mix of pain and pleasure surged through me as he spanked my ass cheeks.

The tip of his cock teased my entrance, sliding through my wetness, making me quiver. "Fuck, I missed this tight little pussy," he groaned.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me. 

I screamed in pleasure, my body stretching, molding around him perfectly. He gave me no time to adjust, pulling out only to slam into me again harder that had my knees shaking.

His hands caressed my ass roughly and also held me in place as he pounded into me, each thrust sending me close to the edge. The sound of skin slapping skin, mixed with our gasps and moans echoed through the gym.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled, his hands slipping into my top and teasing my nipples.

"You," I choked out. "Only you. No one else.”

He removed his hand from my nipples, reached around, finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles. "Come for me, Nina. Now."

A cry tore from my throat as a surge of pleasure crashed over me, my walls tightening around him, and then my cream came out with full force. He didn't pull out, a few more thrusts and I felt his own cream spilling deep inside me with a guttural moan.

We stayed like for a moment, breathless, his cock softening as he rested his forehead against my shoulders. Then slowly, he pulled out, turning me around to face him. His eyes were softer now, filled with something I couldn't quite place.

"Tomorrow," he murmured, brushes a stray strand of my red hair from my face. "You'll be mine completely. No more hiding."

I nodded, my heart swelling with happiness. Tomorrow, everything will change.