I had been alone for days. No one spoke to me in classes or agreed to duels with me. I wasn't even invited to any House social gatherings. It wasn't like it was much of a big deal. I had been used to alienation since I was a child. What truly hurt was that Lucan was ignoring me too, and none of his Alpha friends came to visit. I missed Eryx so much it ached; if he were here, I knew I wouldn’t feel so alone. He had always been the perfect companion. Certainly not Lucan, the liar. He hadn’t come to see me like he promised. Had he even promised? “I’ll see you soon,” I recalled his words, and my heart sank heavier with the memory. He had been avoiding me completely. Even in Supernatural Combat classes, he was cold and neutral, treating me as though I were just another student. I waited behind after class one day, hoping to speak to him but he disappeared in front of me like he hadn't noticed my presence. I was aching for a glance from him and it was making me lose my mind.
“Don’t listen to them,” Lucan said to me, and I raised my head to meet his mesmerized gaze. “One day, they will wish they were you.” I heard him clearly, and I believed every word he said because I trusted the utmost truth in his eyes. Yet all around me, the students’ stares cut sharply and mercilessly. Their curiosity and suspicion looped in the air, winding around me like a serpent tightening its grip. I was scared and depressed. I fear I wouldn't be alive to witness what I could be. “Do you want to go by yourself from here?” Lucan asked softly. I swallowed hard, forcing down the tears that threatened to rise. His arm slipped from around me, and for a moment, I could swear I felt the cold air rush in where his warmth had been. I wanted to shake my head, because I didn’t want to go alone or even be here, but I was still a Blackcroft student. Though my chest ached with the weight of it, I knew being a Blackcroft student was all I’d ever wanted, and I couldn’t depend on Lucan
My mother always said, “Connections are sacred. The one who hurts you today may become your closest friend tomorrow.” She was right then, and maybe she could be right now. That realization healed a wound I never knew I had. Yes, I might not want to save Marilynn because she had intentionally hurt me once but she could be my closest friend later, so no matter what, I had to save her… and that also means saving myself. My chest burned, and suddenly it wasn’t shame that filled me, but raw desperation. I felt strong emotions—mercy, pity, and anger all tangled into one violent pulse. I sensed the extraordinary energy roaring in my blood, and before I knew it, Pale-blue fire exploded from me, wild and unrestrained. It flowed from my veins to my fingertips, swallowing Marilynn whole. She glared at me, shocked as the fire cocooned her, searing and wrapping her all at once. To my surprise, it didn't cause her any pain, nor did she scream, yet the room shook with its force. Then, co
Lucan didn’t give me much time to think. His arm slid under me and, before I knew it, the air warped around us. We disappeared. The next breath I took wasn’t in his chamber, but in a cold room that reeked of ash, blood, and herbs. House Vitae. The smell of sickness clung to the air. My stomach twisted when my eyes fell on the hanging bed in the center. Marilynn lay there, pale as parchment, her legs blackened with rot, the wound creeping up to her thigh. Her chest rose only in shallow gasps. Pain clung to her like a shadow. Anyone could see she was desperate for release. It shattered me to see her like this. I had never meant to break her so completely, even if she once sought to destroy me over something so senseless. “We’ve never seen anything like this.” The voice was deep, resonant—neither wholly male nor female. It vibrated through the room like a soft melody. I turned, my breath hitching. A tall ethereal woman stood in the archway. She was robed in shimmering w
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