Chapter 5- Combat Night.

Elara’s Pov.

If peace had a personality, it would be the quiet hum of my phone screen.

I scroll aimlessly, pretending to read, pretending I’m not replaying every second of the ball in my head.

Cassian’s hand.

His heartbeat.

That look that felt like a secret I wasn’t meant to know.

I shake the thought away and swipe to the next post on WolfNet, nothing but glittering selfies from other girls at Lunacrest. Perfect smiles, perfect marks, perfect wolves. My chest tightens.

Then my door bursts open.

“Elara! Tell me you’re not planning to spend the night hiding in here!”

Tessa’s voice hits like sunlight. She’s my new roommate, curly red hair, loud laugh, more energy than five full moons combined.

I blink at her. “I’m resting.”

She stares at my pajamas like they’ve offended her. “Resting? On combat night?”

“Combat night?” I echo.

She drops her bag dramatically. “Don’t tell me you don’t know. The Alpha training trials? They’re tonight at the field. Only the strongest compete, but the whole academy watches. It’s like…” she waves her hands, searching for the word.

“Sounds violent,” I interrupt before she can finish.

“It is!” she says brightly. “And we’re going.”

I groan, sinking deeper into my sheets. “Pass.”

“Oh no, no, no.” She crosses the room, snatches my phone, and tosses it onto the dresser. “You’re coming. You’ve been acting all ghostly since I got here. You need to exist again.”

“I am existing,” I mutter. “Quietly.”

Tessa opens my closet, muttering to herself. “Quietly gets you nowhere at Lunacrest.”

Clothes fly. A shirt. A skirt. A sparkly something I don’t even recognize.

Then she gasps. “Found it!”

She turns, triumphant, holding up a black crop top and a tiny pleated skirt. “Perfect.”

I stare. “That’s not clothing. That’s a suggestion.”

“Exactly! It suggests confidence.” She grins. “Trust me, combat nights are more about who’s watching than who’s fighting.”

“I don’t want anyone watching.”

“Too late.” She thrusts the outfit at me. “You’ll thank me when you catch an important person’s eye.”

I roll my eyes but take the clothes anyway. There’s no arguing with Tessa.

Ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of the mirror, trying not to die of embarrassment.

The skirt is short. The top is shorter. My hair falls in loose waves down my shoulders, my lips tinted rose from Tessa’s insistence that ‘a little gloss never hurt anyone.’ I hardly recognize the girl staring back.

“You look…” Tessa whistles, “…absolutely stunning, girl.”

“I look like I lost a fight with a tailor.”

She laughs, looping her arm through mine. “Come on, Miss Modest. Let’s go before you change your mind.”

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The field hums with energy.

Bright lights circle the perimeter, illuminating the crowd. Students fill the stands, wolves from every pack, voices rising in excitement. The air smells of pine, sweat, and strength.

I’ve never felt anything like it, raw power crackling in the grass, vibrating under my skin.

Tessa drags me to the front, near the edge of the field. “Best view in the house,” she says.

I tug at my skirt. “Best chance of dying if someone throws a punch this way.”

“Relax,” she giggles. “They won’t hit the spectators… probably.”

The alphas in the ring stretch and spar, muscles glinting beneath the moonlight. Dominance rolls off them in waves, intoxicating and terrifying. Girls cheer. Boys snarl. The whole academy feels alive.

For a moment, I forget to be small. I even laugh when Tessa elbows me, pointing out some Beta tripping over his own boots.

That’s when I feel it, eyes on me.

I glance up.

Across the field, a group of Alpha boys lounge near the fence. One of them, tall and smug, grins when our gazes meet. His aura crackles gold, the mark of a strong bloodline.

He saunters closer.

“Oh no,” I whisper.

Tessa smirks. “Oh yes.”

He stops in front of me, all confidence and arrogance. “Haven’t seen you around before,” he says, voice dripping charm. “You new?”

“Something like that.”

He looks me over, slowly, deliberately. “You don’t smell like any pack I know.”

I bristle. “Maybe because you don’t know enough.”

His grin widens. “Feisty. I like that.”

Tessa leans toward me. “That’s Kade Stormbourne,” she whispers. “Alpha heir. Thinks the moon shines out of his…”

“Got it,” I mutter before she can finish.

Kade chuckles. “Why don’t you tell me your name, mystery girl?”

“Why don’t you guess?”

He steps closer, invading my space. The air shifts, too thick. “I’d rather taste it.”

My pulse jumps. “Excuse me?”

His fingers brush my wrist, too fast, too bold. “Don’t play shy now. You wore the outfit; you knew what it would do.”

Anger sparks in my chest. I pull back, voice sharp. “Back off.”

He laughs, low and amused, not taking me seriously. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

He reaches again.

This time I slap his hand away.

The laughter dies. His eyes darken. Around us, a few students glance over, sensing tension.

Tessa mutters, “Oh no. Elara, maybe we should…”

A shadow falls across us.

“Kade,” a familiar voice says, smooth and cold. “Is there a reason you’re harassing my sister?”

My breath freezes.

Claude.

He stands a few feet away, expression cold and blank, and he’s not alone.

Behind him are the triplets.

Alpha Lucien’s calm presence hits first, dark suit, eyes that scans the entire field in a second. Alpha Riven beside him radiates barely leashed fury, his power humming against the night. And Alpha Cassian—moon help me—Alpha Cassian’s gaze lands right on me.

For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Kade stammers, “I… I didn’t realize…”

“Clearly.” Claude steps between us, his aura flaring Beta-strong. “Apologize.”

Kade swallows. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

“I didn’t ask what you meant.” Claude’s tone is pure command. “Apologize.”

Kade looks at me. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“Accepted,” I say quickly, though my voice shakes.

Claude doesn’t move until Kade retreats into the crowd. Only then does he turn on me. “What are you wearing?”

I wince. “Clothes?”

“Barely.”

Tessa clears her throat. “I’ll just… go check the field lines.” And flees.

Lucien’s eyes flick between me and my brother, analytical. “Your sister?” he asks, voice quiet but cutting.

Claude exhales through his nose. “Elara, meet the Veyron brothers. Lucien, Riven, Cassian.”

I nod stiffly, pulse hammering. “Hi.”

Alpha Riven doesn’t respond, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the sparring Alphas like I’m air.

Alpha Lucien studies me, his expression remains blank. “Interesting.”

Alpha Cassian, oh gods, Cassian’s gaze trails from my face down to my bare legs, lingering just long enough for heat to creep up my neck. His mouth tilts into a grin.

I mange to lift my eyes to his, oh I wish I didn’t. Those crimson eyes lock on mine. And for a second, something flashes there. Lust? Curiosity?

I don’t have time to process. My throat goes dry. “If you’ll excuse me…”

Claude’s still scolding, “Elara, we’ll talk about this…”

But I’m already backing away. “Later. Promise.”

I turn, practically running for the path back to the dorms. I can feel Alpha Cassian’s eyes on me as I go, that same charged awareness sparking between us again.

When I finally reach the shadows beyond the field, I breathe out shakily, pressing a hand to my chest.

Nothing.

No heartbeat echo this time.

I should be glad but I can’t shake off the nudge in my chest.

I’m falling for him.

But Cassian Veyron is the last person I should want.