The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession

Chapter 1: Freshman

A letter arrived for Elias Chai, an acceptance to the First Class International Scholarship at Lupin Royal College. His heart soared as he read the words, eyes flicking across them again and again, not quite believing it. After weeks of waiting, the dream was real.

He had already begun packing. Soon, he’d be flying from Thailand to America, toward a future his family had only dared to imagine.

“I know you’re not a fan of same sex relationships,” his mother said cautiously as she folded a shirt into his suitcase. “But I advise you to keep that opinion to yourself. Things are different over there...they’re... more open. You don't want trouble, do you?”

Elias didn’t reply. She wasn’t wrong.

“You're a freshman,” she continued. “And freshmen are easy targets. Especially werewolves like you, those from humble backgrounds. Lupin is filled with powerful bloodlines. Lycans. Royals. That school isn’t made for people like us.”

He looked up, eyes dark and unreadable. He knew the truth in her words, he wasn’t naïve. But none of it changed what he had to do.

His goal was simple: study hard, stay out of trouble... and maybe...just maybe find his mate.

“Don’t just bury yourself in books,” his dad added, smiling. “Make friends. Live a little.”

“You don’t have to hide it,” he teased. “We know you're hoping to find your mate.”

Elias chuckled softly. “Maybe.”

“I hope it’s someone of high status,” his mother said with a smirk. “A Luna would be perfect. That could protect you and elevate our bloodline.”

The humor drained from her face. “But I’m serious. Someone with status could shield you. That’s the only way you’ll survive there.”

“I understand, Mom. I’ll be careful.”

The advice echoed in his mind even after his plane landed.

When Elias arrived in America, two college agents were already waiting at the airport. As they drove through the city toward campus, his gaze wandered to the skyline, the polished buildings, the manicured streets. Everything was so different. So vast.

He spotted a couple holding hands near a crosswalk and felt a sharp pang in his chest.

“Will I find love here?” he wondered aloud.

He sighed and rested his head against the window. So much was uncertain. He thought of the job applications he’d sent out before leaving Thailand—quietly, without telling his parents. He hoped to earn money and ease their burden. But he hadn’t wanted to get their hopes up. He wasn’t even sure if a werewolf like him would be hired.

“I’ll tell them once I get the job,” he promised himself.

So deep in thought, Elias didn’t realize the car had come to a stop.

“What are you waiting for? We’ve arrived,” the driver said sharply.

Elias blinked and looked out the window. His breath caught. The grand, sprawling entrance of Lupin Royal College rose before him like something out of a dream. Ivy covered stone, golden lettering, soaring gates.

“Lycan Royal College...” he murmured with awe. “This is really happening.”

He stepped out of the car, drinking in the sight. His scholarship had opened a door into a world far beyond his reach and now, he was standing at the threshold.

The driver honked again. Elias reentered the car; they weren’t done yet.

Soon, they arrived at the freshmen residence hall. As they walked, agents explained the layout and schedule. Elias listened politely, taking it all in.

From across the courtyard, a few upperclassmen glanced over and whispered.

“He looks excited. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

“He has no idea what he’s walking into...”

Elias heard them, but their words meant little. He didn’t yet understand the layers of hierarchy or cruelty in a place like this.

One of the agents patted his shoulder. “This school is tough,” he said. “You’ll need to be tougher.”

Elias frowned. Their warnings were piling up fast.

“There aren’t many foreigners or werewolves here,” the agent continued. “Make the most of this chance. If you can connect with a lycan especially a senior with influence it could change everything.”

“Not just any lycan,” added the woman walking with them. “You need someone with authority.”

“She’s right,” the man nodded. “It won’t be easy, but it’s worth trying. And if your mate turns out to be one of them... well, you’ll have hit the jackpot.”

They guided him to his dorm, helped him unpack, offered advice long past what their roles required.

Perhaps it was kindness or perhaps they knew what he was about to face.

Elias had one advantage they admired: a near genius IQ of 230. They wanted to protect that. It would be a shame to see someone so promising crushed by court politics or caste cruelty.

When Elias saw the massive dorm room, complete with two beds, his curiosity peaked.

“I have a roommate?” he asked.

The agent gave a small smile. “Technically, yes. But don’t worry, he rarely stays here.”

“Why?”

“He lives in the palace.”

Elias’s heart jumped. “The palace?” he repeated.

“Yes,” one of them said vaguely. “You’ll understand soon enough.”

And with that, they left him at the door of his new life.