เข้าสู่ระบบThey say every omega dreams of finding her pack. Mariah dreams of living without one. After escaping the alpha who destroyed her life, Mariah Finch only wants to survive her full-ride to Blackridge University unnoticed. No packs. No marks. Just freedom. But fate has other plans. The moment she steps on campus, two Sovereigns upend her fragile peace—Cassian, the Alpha who burns too bright, and Jacek, the Beta who hides behind control. They’re powerful, dangerous, and everything she swore to avoid. As old threats resurface and the shadows of her past close in, Mariah’s instincts wage war between fear and the magnetic pull of fate. Between desire, danger, and the scars she’s still learning to live with, she’ll discover that even fate can’t be defied—and sometimes the bonds we fear most are the ones that save us. He burns. He controls. She’s the storm that will undo them both.
ดูเพิ่มเติมJacekIt's been a full day since I've seen Mariah. My wolf feels it before I do—restless, prowling the edges of my mind like static that won't quiet. He wants her near. Her scent. Her voice. The kind of stillness she carries without meaning to.I'd heard stories about bonds like this—rare, feral things that strip logic down to bone.I never thought I'd end up inside one.When I step out of my room, Cassian's already up—black T-shirt, worn jeans, a homemade protein shake in hand.Vanilla and oats. I can smell it before I'm halfway across the room. Strong, but tolerable.He glances over his shoulder, lids half-lowered like he hasn't slept, or doesn't need to. "We're going off campus today," he says, taking a slow drink. "Need to let our wolves breathe."Shit. If I shift, my wolf will find her. It isn't a question of control—it's instinct. He'll pick her scent out of a thousand and follow it straight to her.But I can't tell Cassian that. Not yet.So I search for something close to
Mariah"I know the midterm showcase is still six weeks away, but I'm nervous as fuck about it," Jessica says, crunching down on a cucumber slice like it personally insulted her.I'm not even sure how I ended up here—sitting in the courtyard with Sky and her friends.Maybe because she's asked every damn day since the mixer.Maybe because, on the days Jacek and I don't share classes, the silence in the dorm feels too heavy.Or maybe I just forgot how to be alone without it swallowing me whole.Jessica's voice fades into the noise around us—laughter, the scrape of chair legs on concrete, the steady bass leaking from someone's earbuds. The air hums with pheromones and sunlight, too bright to feel safe in.Across the courtyard, a group of alphas lean back in their chairs, talking low and lazy. Their presence thickens the air until it feels like trying to breathe through syrup."You'll be fine, Jess," Sky assures her, stabbing a fork into her cobb salad with the same determination she uses
CassianThey say alphas were built for control.I was built for chaos.It's written all over me—literally. Black-ink flames crawl across my chest, the word chaos carved across my knuckles like a warning label nobody reads until it's too late.Last night's party still hums in my veins. Alcohol. Weed. The lingering heat of the three omegas that didn't mind sharing.I check my phone. 9:00 am. Class started an hour ago.Oh fucking well.I lie shirtless and watch the light shift across the ceiling, one arm tucked behind my head. The thing about being an alpha? Everyone wants something from you.Respect. Attention. A night they'll never forget.I used to think that meant something. That if enough people wanted a piece of you, it meant you mattered.Now it just feels like noise.Pressure that builds until you can't feel a damn thing.The truth is nobody really gives a shit who you are—just what you can give them. I drag a hand down my face and exhale slow. The room smells like perfume and
MariahHe's here.The beta from Dance Theory. The one whose silence I haven't been able to shake.I guess we share psychology too.He enters silently, but the air shifts anyway—subtle, heavier at the edges. Something about him sharpens everything, making every sound ring clearer, every breath more deliberate.I catch a trace of him—soap, cedar, maybe coffee—but it's less a scent and more a pattern my body registers before my brain catches up.It slides through the room like static after rain, threading the air until it finds me.My nerves buzz the same way they did yesterday.When our eyes meet, it's brief, controlled. He looks away first, careful in the way people are when they don't want to startle something fragile.Maybe that's for the best.I shouldn't want his attention. I've spent months perfecting invisibility.Craving notice never ends well.Still, when he crosses the aisle and drops into the seat beside me, my body forgets that rule. For a heartbeat, everything inside me go
JacekShe smells like rain.Not the kind that softens the air—cold rain that pelts the pavement and stings when it hits your skin.The second she stepped into the classroom, the static changed. Too controlled. Too quiet. Like she'd trained herself to disappear just to stay alive.Most people bleed
Mariah"What the fuck is wrong with this fan?" I mutter, staring up at it like it personally wronged me. The thing's spinning so fast it sounds ready to lift off. Across the room, Sky's still passed out—face mask on, headphones in, dead to the world.Must be nice. I lost my AirPods somewhere betw
JacekCassian partied all night—of course he did.It was the first day of a new semester, and he has a reputation to uphold. I made an appearance once or twice, just long enough for people to remember I exist. But for the most part, I stayed in my room.And thought about her.The little omega who
MariahBy the time dance practice ends, every muscle in my body aches—the good kind. The kind that means you earned it.Back at the dorm, I shower fast, wrap ice packs around my ankles, and tear open a protein bar for dinner. It tastes like flavored cardboard dusted with vanilla, but it's fuel.Fro
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