Kaid’s POV
I slid into the passenger seat, the car door clicking shut behind me like the sealing of a vault. Caspian flopped into the driver’s seat with a low whistle, starting the engine. “Alright,” he said, still grinning. “What the hell was that about?” “Drive,” I said flatly, eyes fixed ahead. He shifted gears, and the car eased out of the lot, but his attention wasn’t on the road—it was still back there. On her. I should’ve let her walk away. I don’t even know why I grabbed her arm. I don’t do things like that. I don’t touch people. I don’t even touch women. Hell, I barely tolerate proximity. But when I reached for her—when my fingers closed around her wrist—it felt like lightning shot straight into my veins. And that scent… It wasn’t just her shampoo or whatever cheap perfume Omegas wore to try and impress. It was natural. Potent. And it made my wolf shift inside me, restless. I clenched my jaw, keeping my hands on my lap, forcing myself not to flex my fingers. “What’s her name?” I asked, my voice low, almost a growl. Caspian blinked. “She didn’t say. Told me she’d be back tomorrow for payment.” I glanced at him. He shrugged, still smirking. “I like her. Fiery little thing. Reminds me of you if you smiled more and hated fewer people.” I didn’t answer that. It didn’t deserve one. Then he frowned, just a little. “Did you notice it?” “Notice what?” I asked, though I already knew what he meant. Caspian tilted his head, brows furrowed. “That scent. I swear I caught something… I don’t know. Addictive. Like wildflowers and fire and something heavenly.” I turned my head to him slowly. He met my eyes, his grin fading into curiosity. “You smelled it too, didn’t you?” I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. Because I had. And worse—I had smelled it before. Right after my SUV crashed… when I blacked out behind the wheel. In my unconscious state, I felt warmth pulling me out of the wreckage like a lifeline. The scent was the same. And now… it belonged to her. Who the hell was she? *** The next day. I already had her name. Aria. Omega. New student. I hated Omegas. Weak, submissive, soft-spined parasites who existed to cling to power instead of earning it. They bent to the hierarchy and expected sympathy for their fragility. But she didn’t bend. Not even when I threw money at her like an insult. Aria. The name sat bitter on my tongue, lingering like the scent that had clung to my clothes longer than it should have. The same scent from the wreck. From her skin. From that touch. I stepped out of the car in the school parking lot, dressed in black, sharp lines, no emotion. Ready to forget her. “Kaid!” I turned slowly, already recognizing the voice before I saw her. Serena. Flowing blonde hair. Designer boots. Flawless makeup that said she didn’t sweat. An Alpha, through and through. One of the few I tolerated. And even that tolerance ran on a timer. She strode toward me with that forced grace she always used when she wanted attention. “I missed you this weekend,” she purred, smiling. “I even tried to stop by—your people said you weren’t around.” Because I told them to keep everyone out. Especially her. I looked at her flatly. “I was busy.” Her lips twitched, clearly not satisfied. “Busy with what?” “I don’t owe you that answer.” Her smile faltered just a little. But she recovered fast. “Well, I was hoping we could grab coffee. Or—” I stopped listening. Because my mind—traitorous as it was—was already clouded. The way Aria stared me down without fear. The fire behind her eyes. That scent. That electricity. It didn’t make sense. I didn’t want it to make sense. I kept walking. A crowd had gathered ahead, murmuring and shifting like flies swarming something dead. Someone was happening and I wasn’t interested in knowing what. But something… stopped me. That scent. Her. I walked back toward the crowd. With every step I took, students stepped aside.I didn’t need to growl to clear a path. The ones smart enough moved. The others stared—afraid to meet my eyes. I reached the front of the cluster and saw her. Aria. her hair loose and wild, a cut bleeding above her brow. Her shirt was torn at the sleeve, and her knuckles were scraped. Five girls surrounded her. I didn’t even know their names. Didn’t care to. Aria spat blood to the side, her breathing steady, eyes sharp. One of the girls lunged, fists raised—but Aria ducked and drove her elbow into the girl’s ribs. The girl staggered back with a grunt. Aria turned her gaze to the other two, smiling like a predator in a pack of sheep. “Well, this is disappointing,” she said, voice dripping with mocking. “You brought extra hands just to handle me? That’s kind of pathetic.” “You bitch,” one of them hissed, rushing forward. The second girl charged her like a bull with something to prove. Aria met her head-on. No hesitation. She dodged the first swing, caught the second one on her arm, and countered with a punch to the girl’s cheek. Clean. Sharp. The girl stumbled back, clearly not expecting an Omega to have any bite. The third one circled in and landed a blow to Aria’s side. She grunted, dropping slightly, but twisted and slammed her elbow into the attacker’s stomach before she could gloat. The crowd stirred—shocked, entertained, useless. But I watched carefully. She was fighting. But even I could see the cracks forming. She wasn’t a match for them. She wasn’t weak, no—but she was outnumbered. Outranked. Outpowered. Five Betas against one Omega. And no matter how fiery she was, or how fast her hands—biology would win. They started overwhelming her. One grabbed her hair. Another kicked her in the ribs when she dropped. The third slapped her hard enough to make her jaw snap sideways. She hit the ground with a thud. I didn’t move. Then she looked up—bloodied lip, one eye swelling—and her eyes locked with mine through the crowd. Not begging. Not afraid. Just… expecting. Like she knew I could stop it. Something twisted deep in my gut. I felt it again—that pull. The electricity. The wolf in me paced, restless, teeth bared, furious. But I stood still. And after a long, tense moment, I turned my back to her. And walked away.Aria’s POV I hit the ground hard, my shoulder screaming in protest as my ribs throbbed from the last kick. The taste of blood coated my tongue, metallic and warm. My breathing came ragged, but I refused to cry out. I was suddenly surrounded as soon as I arrived. I refused to give them the satisfaction. Through the blur in my eyes, I saw him. Kaid. Watching and unmoved. Then, without a word, he turned his back and walked away. Like I give a damn. I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, manicured hand gripped my jaw and yanked my face upward. Bianca. Her grin was wide, cruel, perfect as ever. “Where’s that full-mouthed attitude now, Aria?” she sneered, her nails digging into my skin. “Huh? You had a lot to say . You still think you can walk around here like you matter?” Celeste crouched beside her, her voice sugar-sweet and poisonous. “Didn’t we promise you,” she whispered near my ear, “that your stay in this academy would be a living hell?” I glanced around
Aria’s POV Caspian’s eyes gleamed as he folded his arms behind his head. “Well, this is a first,” he said, grinning. “Care to explain how you ended up in our very exclusive, very off-limits lounge, little wolf?” I opened my mouth to answer, though I wasn’t sure what I was going to say—but Thane beat me to it. “I brought her here,” he said, closing his book with a soft thud. Restroom boy, if I remembered correctly—arched a brow and stepped farther into the room. “Why?” “She was being targeted,” Thane said evenly. “Beaten up in the courtyard.” Ryker scoffed, a sharp sound in the quiet lounge. “So she’s the one who decided to get that kind of attention for herself.” My spine stiffened. “Decided?” Before I could say more, Kaid’s voice cut through the rising tension. “Since when,” he said coldly, turning to Thane, “do we bring women into our space?” The silence that followed was heavy. Thane replied. “It wasn’t intentional. She needed somewhere to rest after taking those blows.
The moment I stepped into the dorm room, the familiar scent of cheap detergent and faint lavender hit me. The door clicked shut behind Eliza, my partner, who followed me in with a cautious sort of silence. I could tell she hadn’t wanted to come here, but we needed to work on the project. Sheila was sprawled on her bed, humming some pop song offbeat until she saw me. Then she bolted upright, eyes wide. “Oh my Goddess.” She stood and rushed toward me, circling me like a hawk. “You’re… healed. Completely healed. Not even a scratch. You were bleeding, Aria. Omegas takes almost the whole day to completely heal, and now you’re—” “I know,” I cut in, tugging my sleeve. “I got help from Thane.” She froze mid-step. “Thane? You mean the Thane? One of the Apex brothers?” I gave her a sheepish nod. Sheila groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “I told you not to mess with them. I told you! Do you have a death wish or something?” “I didn’t mess with them. He helped me—” “Which is worse
The scent of metal and herbs lingered in the lab, mixing with the faint hum of simmering heat from the beakers and enchanted cloth samples Eliza and I were working on. She was focused, her hands steady as she adjusted the measurement of shifter-thread and muttered calculations under her breath. I was halfway through sketching a component design for the weapon prototype when a voice cut through the air. “Aria. Priscilla wants to see you.” I looked up slowly. A tall boy—probably a Delta—stood at the entrance of the lab. Eliza rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide the frustration on her face. “What did you do this time?” I gave her a dry smile and closed my sketchbook. “That’s the thing—I won’t know until I get there.” She muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like ‘try not to die’ as I followed the boy out. We moved through the long, winding corridors of the academy, each step echoing louder the closer we got to the part of the building I rarely ventured i
Aria’s POV Then heels clicked on the polished floor behind me Selena stepped up beside Kaid like she belonged there, her lips curled into a tight, smug smile. Her gaze flicked over me, then shifted to him. “I wasn’t aware we were letting just anyone into the gym,” she said smoothly. “Especially not an omega.” Before Kaid could respond, Priscilla hurried forward, her expression tight with panic. “I—I didn’t know,” she stammered, looking at Selena. “I didn’t think she was— I mean, she just showed up, and—” Selena raised a hand, silencing her with a soft smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s alright,” she said in a tone so sweet it made my stomach twist. “Just… let’s make sure it doesn’t happen again, hmm?” Priscilla nodded quickly, bowing her head before stepping aside. One by one, the others began to leave the gym, the buzz of whispers and side-glances fading as they filed out like obedient little sheep. But before I could take more than a few steps, a voice stopped me. “A
Aria’s POV The warm water rolled down my back, washing off the sweat and dirt from the training grounds. Muscles sore, I leaned into the stream, letting it soothe me. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been out there, pushing myself until my legs almost gave out. I finally turned off the water and reached for the towel I’d left on the rack. It was short—barely enough to cover the essentials—but it would have to do. Wrapping it around me, I stepped into the changing room. That’s when I noticed something was off. My locker was open. I frowned, walking over to it. My clothes were gone. Every single item. “What the…?” I looked around. A few girls were still getting dressed, brushing their hair, tying their shoes. “Did any of you see who opened my locker and took my clothes?” No one looked at me. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment. “Seriously?” I asked again, louder. “Someone took my stuff.” One girl grabbed her bag and rushed out without even meeting my eyes. Another zipped her
Aria’s POV “That isn’t true at all,” I snapped, turning to the Headmaster with wide eyes. Alistair’s gaze was unreadable, but the crease between his brows deepened slightly. “Aria, I’d like a word. Alone.” I didn’t need to look at Ryker to know the smug smirk still painted his stupidly handsome face. But I gave him a glare so sharp I hoped it singed his soul. With a reluctant breath, I followed Headmaster Alistair down the corridor, his long strides forcing me to pick up my pace. “I’ve been hearing about your unique stats at the training grounds,” he said as soon as we rounded the corner, out of earshot. “Very impressive. But also… concerning.” I blinked. “Concerning?” “You’re getting more envy than admiration. And not just from the students. You’re an Omega. The more you shine, the more you paint a target on your back.” He stopped walking and faced me fully, his expression severe. “Keep up the good work. But don’t get involved in anything that might tarnish your image. If you
Aria's POVThe room was small, bland, and smelled like cheap lavender detergent.And I loved it.I let my suitcase drop beside the bed with a satisfying thump and took a deep breath, savoring the quiet. No echo of high heels on polished marble. No overly sweet voice telling me I looked "a little plain today." No Bianca. No Celeste. No Eleanor.For the first time in years, I wasn’t under their roof.Technically, I wasn’t free. Not yet. But at least now I could breathe without feeling watched.I sat down on the left bed and glanced around the room.Four beds, each lined against a wall like some sort of neat survival unit. Four desks, all worn but functional. Two sad little windows, barely wide enough to let in proper light. Four cramped wardrobes, none big enough for the emotional baggage most students carried, let alone clothes.Still… this was mine. A space I didn’t have to share with anyone who shared my blood or hated that I existed.And that… was enough.I ran a hand through my hai
Aria’s POV “That isn’t true at all,” I snapped, turning to the Headmaster with wide eyes. Alistair’s gaze was unreadable, but the crease between his brows deepened slightly. “Aria, I’d like a word. Alone.” I didn’t need to look at Ryker to know the smug smirk still painted his stupidly handsome face. But I gave him a glare so sharp I hoped it singed his soul. With a reluctant breath, I followed Headmaster Alistair down the corridor, his long strides forcing me to pick up my pace. “I’ve been hearing about your unique stats at the training grounds,” he said as soon as we rounded the corner, out of earshot. “Very impressive. But also… concerning.” I blinked. “Concerning?” “You’re getting more envy than admiration. And not just from the students. You’re an Omega. The more you shine, the more you paint a target on your back.” He stopped walking and faced me fully, his expression severe. “Keep up the good work. But don’t get involved in anything that might tarnish your image. If you
Aria’s POV The warm water rolled down my back, washing off the sweat and dirt from the training grounds. Muscles sore, I leaned into the stream, letting it soothe me. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been out there, pushing myself until my legs almost gave out. I finally turned off the water and reached for the towel I’d left on the rack. It was short—barely enough to cover the essentials—but it would have to do. Wrapping it around me, I stepped into the changing room. That’s when I noticed something was off. My locker was open. I frowned, walking over to it. My clothes were gone. Every single item. “What the…?” I looked around. A few girls were still getting dressed, brushing their hair, tying their shoes. “Did any of you see who opened my locker and took my clothes?” No one looked at me. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment. “Seriously?” I asked again, louder. “Someone took my stuff.” One girl grabbed her bag and rushed out without even meeting my eyes. Another zipped her
Aria’s POV Then heels clicked on the polished floor behind me Selena stepped up beside Kaid like she belonged there, her lips curled into a tight, smug smile. Her gaze flicked over me, then shifted to him. “I wasn’t aware we were letting just anyone into the gym,” she said smoothly. “Especially not an omega.” Before Kaid could respond, Priscilla hurried forward, her expression tight with panic. “I—I didn’t know,” she stammered, looking at Selena. “I didn’t think she was— I mean, she just showed up, and—” Selena raised a hand, silencing her with a soft smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s alright,” she said in a tone so sweet it made my stomach twist. “Just… let’s make sure it doesn’t happen again, hmm?” Priscilla nodded quickly, bowing her head before stepping aside. One by one, the others began to leave the gym, the buzz of whispers and side-glances fading as they filed out like obedient little sheep. But before I could take more than a few steps, a voice stopped me. “A
The scent of metal and herbs lingered in the lab, mixing with the faint hum of simmering heat from the beakers and enchanted cloth samples Eliza and I were working on. She was focused, her hands steady as she adjusted the measurement of shifter-thread and muttered calculations under her breath. I was halfway through sketching a component design for the weapon prototype when a voice cut through the air. “Aria. Priscilla wants to see you.” I looked up slowly. A tall boy—probably a Delta—stood at the entrance of the lab. Eliza rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide the frustration on her face. “What did you do this time?” I gave her a dry smile and closed my sketchbook. “That’s the thing—I won’t know until I get there.” She muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like ‘try not to die’ as I followed the boy out. We moved through the long, winding corridors of the academy, each step echoing louder the closer we got to the part of the building I rarely ventured i
The moment I stepped into the dorm room, the familiar scent of cheap detergent and faint lavender hit me. The door clicked shut behind Eliza, my partner, who followed me in with a cautious sort of silence. I could tell she hadn’t wanted to come here, but we needed to work on the project. Sheila was sprawled on her bed, humming some pop song offbeat until she saw me. Then she bolted upright, eyes wide. “Oh my Goddess.” She stood and rushed toward me, circling me like a hawk. “You’re… healed. Completely healed. Not even a scratch. You were bleeding, Aria. Omegas takes almost the whole day to completely heal, and now you’re—” “I know,” I cut in, tugging my sleeve. “I got help from Thane.” She froze mid-step. “Thane? You mean the Thane? One of the Apex brothers?” I gave her a sheepish nod. Sheila groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “I told you not to mess with them. I told you! Do you have a death wish or something?” “I didn’t mess with them. He helped me—” “Which is worse
Aria’s POV Caspian’s eyes gleamed as he folded his arms behind his head. “Well, this is a first,” he said, grinning. “Care to explain how you ended up in our very exclusive, very off-limits lounge, little wolf?” I opened my mouth to answer, though I wasn’t sure what I was going to say—but Thane beat me to it. “I brought her here,” he said, closing his book with a soft thud. Restroom boy, if I remembered correctly—arched a brow and stepped farther into the room. “Why?” “She was being targeted,” Thane said evenly. “Beaten up in the courtyard.” Ryker scoffed, a sharp sound in the quiet lounge. “So she’s the one who decided to get that kind of attention for herself.” My spine stiffened. “Decided?” Before I could say more, Kaid’s voice cut through the rising tension. “Since when,” he said coldly, turning to Thane, “do we bring women into our space?” The silence that followed was heavy. Thane replied. “It wasn’t intentional. She needed somewhere to rest after taking those blows.
Aria’s POV I hit the ground hard, my shoulder screaming in protest as my ribs throbbed from the last kick. The taste of blood coated my tongue, metallic and warm. My breathing came ragged, but I refused to cry out. I was suddenly surrounded as soon as I arrived. I refused to give them the satisfaction. Through the blur in my eyes, I saw him. Kaid. Watching and unmoved. Then, without a word, he turned his back and walked away. Like I give a damn. I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, manicured hand gripped my jaw and yanked my face upward. Bianca. Her grin was wide, cruel, perfect as ever. “Where’s that full-mouthed attitude now, Aria?” she sneered, her nails digging into my skin. “Huh? You had a lot to say . You still think you can walk around here like you matter?” Celeste crouched beside her, her voice sugar-sweet and poisonous. “Didn’t we promise you,” she whispered near my ear, “that your stay in this academy would be a living hell?” I glanced around
Kaid’s POV I slid into the passenger seat, the car door clicking shut behind me like the sealing of a vault. Caspian flopped into the driver’s seat with a low whistle, starting the engine. “Alright,” he said, still grinning. “What the hell was that about?” “Drive,” I said flatly, eyes fixed ahead. He shifted gears, and the car eased out of the lot, but his attention wasn’t on the road—it was still back there. On her. I should’ve let her walk away. I don’t even know why I grabbed her arm. I don’t do things like that. I don’t touch people. I don’t even touch women. Hell, I barely tolerate proximity. But when I reached for her—when my fingers closed around her wrist—it felt like lightning shot straight into my veins. And that scent… It wasn’t just her shampoo or whatever cheap perfume Omegas wore to try and impress. It was natural. Potent. And it made my wolf shift inside me, restless. I clenched my jaw, keeping my hands on my lap, forcing myself not to flex my fingers.
Aria’s POV “Why are you wasting your breath on an Omega, Caspian?” I slowly stood up, my hands slipping away from the fender as I turned toward the voice that had cut through the air like ice. He stood a few feet away—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black like it was a second skin. His eyes were a piercing, unforgiving blue, the kind that didn’t blink often and didn’t miss much. His dark hair was neatly styled, but there was nothing polished about him. I recognized him instantly. He was the one from the car crash. The one I dragged out of an expensive suv. Unconscious, bleeding. And now? He was staring at me like I was nothing more than a stain on his expensive boots. Caspian let out a dramatic sigh beside me. “Kaid, relax. I was just having some fun.” Kaid’s eyes didn’t move from mine. “Get lost,” he said, his voice cold. Like my presence personally offended him. I arched a brow. “Not until I get my money.” He scoffed—actually scoffed—and pulled out a thick wallet fr