My chest tightened at what his words implied. “What if I save her?” Lucan smiled, nodding in approval. “Then you prove you are better than her, better than them all.” I stared at him and sighed deeply. Somehow, I felt like I might kill her instead of saving her. “But what if I can’t? What if my fire destroys her completely instead of healing her?” Lucan brushed his thumb over my jaw, his voice soothing my anxiousness. “Then she dies. I will make sure no one blames you. But if you succeed—every House will know you are not to be dismissed. They will know your potential. Do you want that?” “My potential?” I blinked, confused. I had never thought I had any potential. “Yes, your potential,” he affirmed, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His gaze held softness for me, and I nearly mistook it for love. Until I realized that he didn’t know me enough to love me. None of them did. “Juno, you’ve been surviving on scraps of yourself for too long. But here… you will lear
Lucan lay me down onto the white mattress yet half of me crushed against the wall of muscle he called a chest the moment his weight descended on it. Up close, I noticed what I hadn’t before—Lucan wasn’t seductive like Eryx or beautiful like Corin. He was a true Alpha. His body was carved to be a weapon, each line of muscle honed to lethal precision. Smooth, hard. No wasted flesh. No unnecessary hair. Just brutal perfection. He slid his fingers into me, slow but deep, curling them just right until I pushed back with a strangled moan. His thumb pressed hard against my clit while his other fingers stroked deliberately, hitting that spot that made my legs quake. “Tell me,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His gaze was locked on mine as his pace quickened. “You want more?” “Tell me what you want, naughty girl.” His fingers stroke faster inside me. He knew more than anyone that I wanted a lot more than the sensation he was currently giving. He was starving of his cock while
I was so close to confessing that I wanted him to do everything he wanted to me. Sexually of course. That was how desperate I was for his cock now. Lucan Talon was a dangerous man who could do freaky things to me and my body because he knew he could and I would still want him regardless. His control over my body, my wolf, and my soul was unraveling—I could feel it in the roughness of his touch, in the way he pressed hungrily against my inner thighs. “Juno, why do you choose to drive me insane?” He rasped, his lips brushing over my throat as he squeezed my breasts harder. “Do you even know what you're doing to me?” I didn't know. I was an introverted teen, and a virgin until today, so I didn't know what I was doing to him. But I had to do seduction spells most of my teenagehood so I knew what the correct response should be. “Yes,” I whispered, pressing my wet pussy together as I arched into him “And I want more of you.” Lucan stared at me with a dark mischievous glint in
Lucan smirked. His hand slid into his pocket as his gaze remained on me. “Why did you think I could teach House Pyra’s students? You can only instruct your own House students. To teach another would be… interesting. Only one person has ever been able to do that.” I wanted to ask if he meant the upriser… but I couldn’t speak.The question stuck in my throat, burning like fire.I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes. It made sense.Such a dangerous woman wouldn't be shackled by the House rules.“Of course,” He added, stepping closer, his arm sliding around my waist in a possessive manner. His embrace was firm, warm, and protective that I nearly leaned in. “I volunteered to be an instructor because of you.”My breath caught in my parched, sore throat after his shocking revelation. I couldn’t understand what he was saying nor could I imagine the weight of it. But I was curious about the reason. I wanted to know why he had taken on the burden of teaching– not for the House–not for power, bu
Murmurs rippled around me as the students parted. I felt their stares like claws on my skin as he led me out of the hall. My pulse hammered louder with every step. I wanted to protest, to scream that I hadn’t meant to kill them, but my voice was gone. All through the walk from the hall back to the House, the instructor didn’t say a word. He kept his distance like I was some plague that might burn him too if he stepped too close. I wanted to ask where we were going, but the words jammed in my throat. It was hard to form even a sound. We walked down the corridor past the dorm buildings, and that was when we encountered Mistress Lune. She looked at me suspiciously as her silver robes brushed the floor. Although she was my friend and could almost be considered my godmother, I knew that in a moment like this, she held the authority of the House Head. “Instructor Varros,” she said, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity. “Why is Juno with you? Classes aren't dismissed yet.” Var
I gasped quietly as the instructor’s voice echoed in the Hall like rolling thunder. “Today, we will read History books on rebellion.” “As House Pyra’s Initiates, you must learn not just how to wield fire, but how to become fire. You are trailblazers. Revolutionaries. Not meant for mortal skirmishes or petty power struggles. The true flame lies in your defiance. No one should ever control you. You are destined to shake the very foundation of the realms. Remember this: you are not who you think you are… not until you ascend, not until you become Apex.” I exhaled slowly, my chest tightening. Who am I, really? I had always desired to ascend and reach the Apex. Was that because it had something to do with who I was? Would I finally have to start taking the Crucibles seriously? Attending every ball, class, mastering my magic, climbing toward the destiny I truly wanted? Or would I just keep getting slutted out by the very men who ruled this place? My head was swimming with q