LOGINAfter years together, we finally hit our wedding day. At the altar, Damien Huxley had the ring halfway on my finger when his old college crush from Francia called. The guy everyone swore loved me more than his own life? His eyes went red. Then he bolted for the airport. My hand froze midair. Then a stream of comments popped up in front of me— [Oh my god, guys! I just saw his old crush's profile pic—she looks exactly like the new cadaver donor at our school!] [No way. Don't freak me out. Keep that creepy comment away from me!] [Either they're twins, or you need glasses. Chill.] I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I knew about Damien's old crush—our college classmate. But I remembered one thing clearly. She was an only child...
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My heart pounded with excitement and nerves as I walked across the campus of Starlight Academy with my suitcases in my hands. This had been my dream for as long as I could remember—to be among the best shifters. The academy was very hard to get into but somehow I had managed to do it. Today would be the start of a new chapter in my life, and absolutely nothing could ruin it. "Move it, four eyes!" Almost nothing. I released a yelp as someone shove me down to the ground, and I fell down with my suitcases. My glasses slipped from my face and I panicked. “No, no!” I whispered, closing my eyes as I desperately looked for them. They needed to remain on my eyes at all times. I’d had them since I was eight years old, and all I knew was that it would be a cold and lonely night if I didn’t have them on at all times. The nightmares, the visions… “Yes!” I breathed, my fingers brushing against the familiar frame. Relieved, I quickly put them back on. I caught a glimpse of the back of the guy who had pushed me over as he walked with his group of friends. “Asshole!” my wolf, Lumia and I muttered at the same time. One of the guys, wearing a blue hoodie, looked back with what seemed like a look of sympathy. Our eyes met, and then he made a turn, sprinting to my direction. Flustered, I watched as he grabbed my suitcases from the ground before sticking out his hand to help me. “Are you okay?” “Yes, thanks,” I accepted as I got up, now standing face to face with him. My lips instantly curled at the handsome blonde in front of me, his eyes as brown as honey and his hair slightly lighter than mine. "I'm sorry for the prince," he said. "He didn’t mean it, he’s a bit cranky today." I frowned. "The prince?" The guy eyed me strangely. "The Ly…never mind. First day?” “Yes.” “Do you need help with your suitcases?" "Yes, sure.” He grabbed my two suitcases and we began to walk, my short legs struggling to keep up as I was almost half his size. "Were you on your way to pick up your keys?" “Yes.” “Can you only say, yes?” “Ye…I mean—no,” I shook my head, a bit embarrassed. He chuckled. "I’m Nate, member of the student council.” "Violet," I responded. Nate glanced at me, and then his eyes studied me. His look was so intense I couldn’t help but blush. "So let me guess,” he spoke. “Seventeen, small and humble pack, Alpha’s daughter, healer’s acquaintance?" I looked at him, shocked, and let out a surprised laugh. "You were almost right—eighteen." And then there was this other thing. The Alpha was my uncle who had raised me, but it wasn’t something I ever felt like discussing. When I was eight, my parents had passed away in an attack, and my uncle had been taking care of me ever since. He was the Alpha of the Bloodrose pack, a small pack from the east. "Studying to be the healer’s acquaintance? Your parents must be proud of you," Nate said. "Yes, and they..." I replied, the words trailing off. Alpha Fergus had tried to treat me like a daughter, but the man was just too awkward to raise one. He had never been around much, and our Luna, Sonya had tried her best, but we just didn’t have that mother-daughter click. Adding salt to the wound was Dylan, my cousin, who I grew up with. I called him my brother, everyone did. He had hated me all my life, never giving me a reason, and we had never gotten along. He was a sophomore at Starlight Academy and had made it very clear that we were not family within these walls and to stay away from him. His exact words had been, ‘Do not embarrass me, freak.’ “They’re proud,” I sighed. As I followed Nate, I noticed a lot of girls fighting for his attention. Once in a while he would acknowledge one of them, and was met with squeals. With a face like that, it wasn’t hard to guess that he was popular. Above all, he seemed to have a good heart as well. He caught me staring, and I lowered my gaze to the ground with a giggle. "Here you are," Nate said. I looked up and realized we had already arrived at the grand hall. “Come on,” he guided me inside, and it was just as incredible as I remembered from the orientation—a large, open space with high ceilings and luxe appearance. It was quite busy, the area filled with students and suitcases. “Wow,” I gasped, looking around in awe. Nate pointed. "That’s the front desk. You can go there for information and get your keys,” then he stuck out his hand. "It was nice to meet you. Welcome, and I hope you’ll have a good year—Violet." I looked at his hand for a moment before accepting it. "Thank you.” He winked at me, and I felt a flutter in my chest. I kept holding his hand for a second longer than necessary and when he stared at our intertwined hands with a soft smile, I released a cough and stepped back. "Thank you," I repeated, not knowing what else to say. “And thank you for coming back to help me.” “No problem,” Nate spoke. “Just doing my job.” Right, cause he was a member of the student council. “Nate—let’s go!” A loud voice called out. I looked over Nate’s shoulder to see where the voice was coming from. It was a guy leaning against one of the pillars, surrounded by friends, his back turned to us. It was the same guy who had called me four-eyes. I recognized his voice immediately. Nate had referred to him as a prince, and I wondered if it was because he was actual royalty or because of his entitled behavior. Yet, Nate didn’t hesitate for a second and immediately walked off to his friend. "Next!" the woman behind the information desk shouted, snapping me back to reality. An unimpressed look was plastered on her face. “Oh, yes—that would be me!” I said, sounding awkward even to myself as I struggled to push my suitcases to the desk. “Name, class, and major,” she demanded, her tone flat. "Violet Hastings, freshman from the healer department?” The woman hummed and looked through a stack of papers or files. Meanwhile my thoughts went to my three new roommates, hoping they’d at least be more bearable than that dude who called me four-eyes. "I-I have to say, I’m very honored to be one of the chosen 200 to learn from the best healers and my Mom was actually an alumna so I’m really excited to—" The woman cut me off, throwing a set of keys at me, and I caught them just in time. "Lunar hall, second building on your left, second floor, room 102—Next!" “Okay?” I blinked, shocked by her rudeness. Before I could react, someone shoved me aside, and I almost stumbled but could luckily regain my balance just in time. Following the rude woman’s directions to the dorm building was thankfully not too much of a hassle. I managed to get to the second floor with a lot of struggle, completely out of breath and probably sweaty—but I was there and that was all that mattered. The hallway was filled with students, chatting, moving in their belongings and so on. Overwhelmed by the noise and the people, I looked around, not knowing where to start. "What room are you in?" a voice asked from behind. As I turned my head, a woman gasped loudly in my face. “Adelaide?” she widened her striking green eyes. I looked at the woman, trying to figure out whether I knew her, but I couldn’t recognize her. “W-Who?” I stuttered. The woman had light grey hair pulled back into a bun, glasses on her nose, and striking green eyes. She stared at me with an intense, almost hopeful expression while I eyed her back strangely, thinking she must have mistaken me for someone else. "I'm so sorry," she apologized, "you just look like someone I once knew." I smiled warmly. "It's okay." "My name is Esther, and I’m the RD of this department. And you are..." she began, her eyes moving to the name on my key tag. "Violet Hastings from room 102—the room just down the hall," she said. "Thank you," I sighed, grateful for the help. Shooting her one last smile, I walked further with my suitcases to go to my room. With each step I took, I grew more anxious about meeting my roommates. What would they be like? Would I like them? Would they like me? Even with the Bloodrose pack, I realized I’d never really had friends. Sure, there were people I was closer to than others, but friends? I reached the door to room 102, and my heart pounded in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I turned the key in the lock and then I pushed the door open. In the center of the room stood two girls who immediately stopped talking and looked at me. One of the girls had dyed light pink hair, the other dark curls. Their clothes were stylish and expensive-looking, making me feel insecure and out of place. They probably came from high-status families, bigger packs, unlike me. "Am I interrupting?" I asked, my voice hesitant. The pink-haired girl rushed toward me. "No," she spoke in a hurry. "I’m Amy, that’s Trinity—and are you her? Kylan’s ex?" I frowned in confusion. "Who?" And who was Kylan? "Our roommate, Chrystal? The Lycan Prince’s ex?" Amy explained. “I heard she has to redo her freshman year and is our roommate—are you her?”They grabbed me tight, dragging me across the dusty floor. My shoes scraped two long lines as they hauled me toward the edge.They yanked Damien up too.He was wrecked. Every step left a smear of blood.Yvette and her men stood back, smiling like this was a show.Their eyes lit up—crazy, thrilled. We were their entertainment.Barely holding on, Damien shoved himself in front of me."Don't touch her!" he roared at Yvette, voice wrecked. "This is on me. Let her go! She's innocent. I'm the one who messed up!"His face twisted with regret. Tears cut through the blood on his cheeks.They were about to shove us off.Life and death—one breath apart.My heart jammed in my throat. Despair swallowed me whole.The live comments had been freaking out the entire time—but they couldn't do anything.Then—sirens tore through the night.Police cars burst out of the dark, racing straight at us.Red and blue lights flashed, shadows jumping across the building.Yvette's face drained white.
When I didn't answer, Yvette didn't rush. She started talking, like she was alone.What she said threw me.She was obsessed with Enya. It wasn't admiration—it was something darker. Unhinged.Back when she was drifting overseas, she'd been broke. Starving.She survived by copying Enya's paintings.She pitied Enya. Said Adrien Laurent was just a greedy businessman—kept all the money from her work, donated her body to save on burial costs."I loved her. I'm going to live as her!" Her voice went sharp, shaking. "I spent everything to look like her before I came back. I picked Damien to make quick money. I'll buy Adrien's gallery and leave him with nothing. And you—Sadie, right? You were her classmate. This is all your fault!"Her eyes burned—obsession, hate, all of it twisted together.I didn't have the energy to care about her warped devotion.One thought, loud and clear—Run.Yvette saw right through me.She smiled, warped and cold. "Last time, you caught me with Damien at En
The venue fell apart. One shock after another—my head couldn't keep up. No reason to stay.I turned and slipped into the crowd. Pushed through, fought my way out of the auction hall.Cool night air hit my face, clearing my head a little.My phone buzzed.I checked it. A reply from Adrien Laurent—Enya's husband.The email read—[Salut Ms. Somerset. Glad you still remember my wife. Sadly, she passed after her heart surgery failed. She was kind, and her last wish was to donate her body. She was an incredible painter. At my gallery, she had a lot of fans—everyone called her the beautiful painter. Some admirers even copied her work, her style, even the way she dressed and acted. We all loved her, didn't we?]By the time I hit that last line, my emotions were a mess.Enya used to be so proud back in school. Now... she was completely different.Still, something in me stirred.I couldn't make sense of it.Early the next morning, my phone lit up—99+ unread messages.Damien hitting "
Damien stared at Enya's photo on his phone with "Yvette Keane" stamped beside it. The panic on his face drained out, leaving nothing.His lips moved. No sound.He didn't need words. He knew something was off.He looked at me, almost begging to come to the charity auction.I shot him a cold look and brushed past him, flagging a cab.As we pulled away, his silver Bentley slid into view in the rearview mirror—right on our tail, not letting go.The venue was packed.One sweep of my eyes, and I found her.Enya.She looked unreal tonight—sleek gown, effortless, every move sharp and polished.When she introduced herself, she used "Yvette Keane."I stayed tucked in a corner, watching.She spent like crazy, winning item after item.Funny—she'd cried to Damien about barely affording her heart treatment. Now she was tossing money around like it meant nothing.Even weirder, anytime someone else wanted something she liked, she'd drop her paddle and let it go.But in the shadows, she
I played it normal and went back to my room, frowning as I dug through everything I remembered about Enya from college.I grabbed my phone and called the classmates who used to be close to her."Hey, long time. How've you been?"I kept it light, made some small talk, then slipped it in—"Random,
Damien showing up felt like a save, yanking me out of it.But the questions? They spread fast.A second ago, he'd been locked in with Enya—so how did he just pass out?Did she do something to him? Knock him out on purpose?And now he's awake?Nothing lined up. My thoughts knotted. A chill climb
My mind went blank.I spun toward the door. Enya's face slid into view.A smile lingered as she tucked a loose strand behind her ear. She looked like she knew me—and like I was nobody."Sadie?"I didn't answer. Mockery flickered in her eyes. "Relax. Damien can't hear anything."The live comment
Soon, faint, broken breaths slipped out of the studio.Maybe it was the flickering candles, or the way her body moved, but something about the way Enya looked at Damien felt... off.He didn't notice.His voice came out rough, uneven, soaked in pleasure. "Babe... never thought I'd get to call you


















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