LOGINI looked up at him as he cages me between his thighs. His hands gripping my thighs and his breath in my neck. "Good. Now that we've come to an agreement, spread your legs wide open for me Little mate." At Bloodmoon Academy, the truth is deadlier than the secrets. Teya Wellington has only one goal in this hellhole: uncover the truth behind her twin sister’s tragic death at the prestigious—and dangerous—Bloodmoon Dominion Academy. Everyone, even their parents, believes and says that Reya took her own life. Teya knows better though. Disguised under a false identity, she enters a world ruled by power, magic, and monsters who wear human faces. When she attracts the attention of the academy’s Alpha and a mysterious professor with secrets of his own, Teya finds herself caught in a storm of forbidden attraction, ruthless politics, and unraveling truths. But the deeper she digs, the more tangled the lies become. And the truth? It might destroy her.
View MoreTeya’s PovThe sterile smell of the academy doctor’s office enveloped me like an unwelcome blanket, its sharp, clinical scent sharp enough to cut through the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. It felt almost like the musty air was trying to cleanse me of all the overflowing chaos and turmoil that had taken root in my brain. I glanced at my arm, feeling the weight of the tightly wrapped bandage—throbbing, yes, and neatly secured, but honestly, the dull throb was a minor annoyance compared to the tempest brewing inside me. Sitting there on the narrow examination bed, my legs swinging back and forth, I attempted to zone in on the quiet hum of the overhead fluorescent lights. I thought maybe if I focused on that monotonous buzz, I could drown out the vivid images racing around in my head. There was that fierceness in Lucien’s gaze that sent shivers down my spine, the collective gasp from the crowd as his wolf had lunged at me, and the heavy, suffocating sense of betrayal that f
Lucien’s PovThe arena hummed with anticipation, the sharp scent of sweat and adrenaline thick in the air. Students circled the perimeter, voices low but eager, the way wolves always were when blood was a possibility. The combat instructor’s whistle sliced through the murmurs, signaling the next bout.I could feel it in my bones, a rush of adrenaline pulsing through me, a clear and undeniable sense that this was my moment—my chance to take control of everything that was spiraling out of my grasp. Across the ring, there was Ryker, standing like he owned the place, all cool and collected. His pale hair was pulled back, giving him that effortless vibe, the kind that made it look like he hadn’t broken a sweat in ages. He stood tall, relaxed, almost like he was just waiting for the world to bend to his will. Too relaxed. It was as if he was already wearing the crown, confident in the knowledge that there was no contest. He was exuding this aura that practically screamed, “I’m the winner
Teya’s POVThe dream came again.It was always the same—his eyes first, molten amber burning into me, stripping away the shields I thought I’d built so carefully. Then his hand would reach for me, steady and sure, and my entire body would respond like it had been waiting for that touch my whole life. I would feel his breath against my skin, hear his voice—low, rough, reverent—calling my name like a prayer.And then I’d wake up.Every damn time, I woke up. Heart pounding. Skin damp with sweat. My wolf hummed in a way I couldn’t silence.It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. Not everything about him—Ryker, the man who made everyone else flinch when he entered a room—should have screamed danger to me. Not when every rational part of me whispered that this… this thing simmering between us could only end in pain.But my wolf didn’t listen to reason. It never did when it came to him.By the time morning came, I was exhausted. My reflection in the mirror looked worse for wear—dark smudges under
Lucien’s POVThe walls of my room felt like they were gradually closing in on me, almost like they had a life of their own.Each second felt like it was dragging on forever, a relentless slice across my nerves, sharp and precise, breaking me apart in ways I couldn’t even begin to understand.It was that kind of feeling where you were just one breath away from losing it completely, and I was left in a whirlwind of confusion, trying to figure out how the heck to pick up the pieces of myself that seemed to be scattered everywhere.So, like a caged animal, I started to pace. Back and forth, back and forth—I couldn’t seem to find a moment of stillness.My hands were a mess, clenching and unclenching at my sides, almost as if my body was trying to fight off that primal instinct that was my wolf.He was there, just underneath the surface, prowling and restless, a storm of emotions swirling inside of him—anger, longing, and something that felt dangerously close to full-blown panic.He didn’t






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