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DelilahI padded down the stairs after my showering twice at Elias’s insistence. My fingers trailed along the railing as I admired the pictures on the wall.“Did you shower twice?” Elias called out.“I did,” I answered, stepping off the bottom step.“You still smell like them,” he replied, voice low in a way that wasn’t angry, but possessive.I rolled my eyes, and the wood floors warmed my bare feet as I turned the corner into the kitchen. The smell of umami, garlic, and something rich and slow-simmered made my stomach growl.Elias was at the stove, sleeves pushed up, and brow furrowed in concentration. I came behind him and glanced over his shoulder. He was cooking ramen. Not the poor college kid instant noodle ramen, but honest-to-God ramen with broth made from scratch, pork belly, soft-boiled eggs, and seaweed.I blinked repeatedly until he finally spoke.“I hope you’re hungry.”“I’m starving. I was just chased through the woods by a maniac wolf.”“I had your consent,” he reminded m
EliasMy ear twitched at the sound of soft footsteps, crunching on fallen leaves. My ear twitched again at the sound of a twig snapping. Delilah was near, made evident by her scent that was imprinted in my brain—a scent I couldn’t forget even in death.My fur raised in excitement and my wolf teetered on prey instinct, wanting to hunt before settling on somewhat controlled anticipation. But a challenge I never saw coming had my hackles raised. My instincts surged the moment she playfully whispered, “Come find me.”I crouched low, muscles tight as her laughter echoed through the woods.What is she thinking? Is she crazy?I caught sight of her, dashing between trees, and decided to be benevolent and give her a ten-second head start.I shot off after her, leaping over a fallen log, tracking the rhythm of her heartbeat.She was clever, trying to throw me off by doubling back, but she was no match for me.I rounded a tree and grinned when I saw her attempting to scramble up the base of a tr
Delilah“Professor Grey nearly killed a pledge his senior year.”It felt as if the words echoed through the bustling arcade—louder than the crack of pool balls, louder than the pinball machines dinging, and louder than my heart thumping in my chest.“He almost killed someone?”Julian nodded.“According to the rumors.”“What happened?” I questioned, pushing for answers, gripping the pool stick tightly until my knuckles whitened.Julian was about to explain when Ashton interrupted.“Don’t worry. I got this. You always leave out too many details.”“I do not,” Julian argued, taking offense.Ashton ignored him and continued.“Rumor says that the student was unconscious for three days after Professor Grey had gotten hold of him. He woke up with a shattered collarbone and a claw mark across his throat.”Sabrina stilled.“Wait…what?”“It’s true,” Leighton said, joining the conversation. “From what I heard, the upperclassmen used to go feral during the hunt. Grey was…a brute. He was fast, bruta
Delilah“Sooooo…you got under Anastasia’s skin,” Leighton mentioned as we stood around the pool table, waiting for Sabrina to take her shot. I shrugged nonchalantly and said, “She should let it go.”Ashton chuckled. “There’s no chance in hell she’ll let this go. You embarrassed the hell out of her,” he said. “Maybe Anastasia will think twice before bullying her classmates,” Julian responded, squinting as Sabrina scratched the ball for the fifth time in a row. “Hey. I’m with you. No one likes a bully. It’s the ultimate sign of insecurity. I’m just saying, Anastasia and her family have a lot of sway,” Leighton replied. “AKA, her parents are Nocturne Academy’s biggest donors. The dean won’t hesitate to protect his pockets over you,” Ashton commented. “Thanks,” I drawled, assessing the table. “Hey. I’m not trying to be a dick. I’m just saying.”“That’s enough about Anastasia,” Julian interrupted. “I agree,” Leighton said. “I’d much rather talk about the frat party next Friday. You
DelilahI stared at the mountain of luxury bags that sprawled on my bed and wondered if I had purchased too much. Halfway through our shopping excursion, I had expected to receive a warning text from Elias telling me that I needed to chill with the spending, but he hadn’t.“You have a killer haul. I’m so jealous,” Sabrina said, picking up a handbag. “This is so gorgeous,” she said, looping it onto her shoulder.“I’m glad you like it. It’s yours.”Sabrina tilted her head and blinked several times before asking, “Mine?”“It’s a thank you and apology. Thanks for sticking up for me and your generosity, and I’m sorry your dress was ruined.”“Oh! I can’t accept this!” she said, trying to hand the bag back to me.I shoved it back towards her.“You can…and you will,” I said firmly.Sabrina’s lips curled into a tight smile.“Well…if you insist.”My roommate chatted animatedly as she modeled the handbag on her shoulder in my mirror while I answered texts from Elias.E: That depends…will you be
EliasI bristled at Professor Draven’s declaration.“Ms. Hunt is staying—end of story, but since you’re so passionate about student safety, then you should channel your energy into coordinating an anti-bullying campaign since bullying was the catalyst that nearly led to Ms. Ashford suffering a broken nose.”Professor Draven’s face darkened, and his balled fists shook at his sides.“I’m honored that you would consider me for such a responsibility; however, my plate is full this year. Respectfully, I will have to decline.”“Disrespectfully, I don’t accept. Find the time.”“You are not the dean, Elias. I am only here as a courtesy due to the shitstorm that is about to come to our doorstep.”“I may not be the dean, but my last name is on your checks, and if you want to remain employed at Nocturne Academy, then you’d get with the program.”“Comply or be dismissed,” Augustus said from the background.Professor Draven smirked and started to take his leave when he stopped at the door and said







