ログイン“We should teach her a lesson, Scarlet,” Mira said, her voice low, venom dripping from each syllable.Scarlet smirked, leaning back against her bedframe. “You’ve barely healed, and you’re already plotting revenge? That’s my girl.”“I mean it,” Mira hissed. “That bitch Liora thinks she can mess with us? We’ll make her choke on her own pride.”Scarlet laughed, waving it off. “Relax. She’s not worth the energy. I’m just happy you’re back, Mira.”Mira blinked, her expression softening for the first time. “You missed me?”“Like hell I did,” Scarlet said sarcastically, but her tone cracked. “The room was too damn quiet without you.”Mira chuckled ... that wicked, carefree sound Scarlet had missed so much. But then something strange happened. The bruises that painted Mira’s skin ... the ones that looked deep, fresh, painful ... began to fade. One by one, the angry welts melted away, leaving her skin smooth and flawless.Scarlet’s smile faltered. “What the fuck…”Mira looked down at her arms,
Footsteps thundered down the hall.Ronan.His voice exploded through the stairwell. “What the hell happened here?!” Most of the students had deserted the halls for some underground party in the lower crypts of Blackwood; those who weren’t at the revel were either on duty or sneaking off, half-dressed in silk and cheap bravado, ready to slip into the night like thieves. The emptiness made the place feel enormous and thin, like a grin stretched over a skull.Scarlet’s throat tightened. Her wolf...a cold, efficient whisper in her mind...hissed, "Here we go again. Another drama." Her body went still, an animal ready to spring but restrained by something older than rage: calculation.Liora lay on the marble, the blood at her ankle glinting black and ornate under the chandelier. It was all show...too perfect, a tableau carved and staged. Liora’s face, pale and smeared with rouge-streaked tears, looked absurdly fragile. She pointed up the stairwell with a trembling finger that trembled m
“You’re pathetic,” Ronan spat, voice laced with venom. His jaw clenched, eyes glinting like silver blades. “You even have the fucking effrontery to talk back to us?”Scarlet didn’t flinch. She’d had worse insults thrown at her, but something in his tone ... that mocking mix of Alpha authority and disgust ... sliced deeper than claws. Her lips trembled, but she forced a smirk. “At least I talk. You just bark.”Ronan’s nostrils flared. Before he could respond, a low growl rippled across the hall. Grey.The air around him shifted ... heavy, dark, almost suffocating. His wolf was close to surfacing. He looked like he could tear through walls with that expression ... half fury, half hunger. He muttered low, almost to himself, “I sent the Xandawood pack to distract this ugly Alpha’s pack just so I could finally have a decent moment with my Scarlet, and now the bastard shows up early?”His wolf thundered in his head, voice deep and cold. “Careful, Grey. Alpha Ronan isn’t some weak mutt. He
They made their way down the echoing hall toward the Director’s Office. Every step sounded heavier than it should. The closer they got, the stronger the stench of blood and cigar smoke filled the corridor.The director of Blackwood University wasn’t just a man ... he was a monster in a suit. Everyone knew it.“Competition? You say?” the Director growled, his rough voice slicing through the silence like a blade.He sat behind a massive oak desk, his office dim except for the flickering light of the silver chandelier. One of his eyes was gone ... a gaping scar where the socket used to be. The other eye, cold and sharp as obsidian, roamed Scarlet like she was a forbidden item on display.Grey stiffened. “Yes, sir,” he said, forcing politeness. “We’d like to register our team early for the upcoming global ranking challenge.”The director’s gaze shifted lazily toward Grey, his lips curling into a sinister smirk. “Early registration, hmm? I see.”Scarlet stepped forward, clutching the form
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Scarlet snapped, her voice echoing through the dimly lit hallway. Her eyes glowed faint gold, her pulse still racing from the chaos she’d just escaped.Grey froze mid-motion, his hand still gripping the lockpick set. His gray eyes flickered between amusement and alarm. “Well, shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy silver hair. “You scared the fuck out of me.”“Answer me, Grey.” Scarlet’s voice was firm...Alpha tone or not, she had learned to bite like one.For a brief second, his wolf, deep inside his head, rumbled with a mocking laugh. "Tell her you came to save her," the wolf urged, its voice dark and amused.But Grey ignored it, giving her a crooked smirk instead. “What a coincidence,” he said lazily. “I was just breaking in to steal a few things from the professor’s office.”Scarlet’s brows furrowed. “You expect me to believe that bullshit?”Grey shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You don’t have to. But that’s my st
Liora’s smirk was a poucurve, her voice dripping with that fake superiority she’d perfected since childhood. “You better beg me to spare you like you’ve always done, Scarlet.”Scarlet’s blood boiled, her claws threatening to tear through her skin. She clenched her jaw, her eyes glowing faintly amber. “Beg?” she muttered, the word sharp as a blade. “I don’t beg anymore, bitch.”Before Liora could blink, Scarlet spat right in her face. The sound was wet and humiliating, and Liora jerked back, screeching like her pride had been burned alive.Alpha Ronan’s growl thundered across the room. “Enough!” His voice cracked through the air like lightning, and he was at Liora’s side in seconds, holding her as if she were some fragile doll.“Her spit...” Liora sobbed, rubbing her eyes dramatically. “It’s burning, I can’t... I can’t see!”Scarlet rolled her eyes and muttered, “Oh, for fuck’s sake. You act like I just threw acid, not saliva.”But Ronan wasn’t listening. His aura snapped into dominanc







