เข้าสู่ระบบ"Sir Klein, we'll prepare your meal for you—""I can do it myself," I said coldly when the chef attempted to take over what I was doing."The Alphas will be angry if they find out you're cooking your own food," he warned.I turned toward him with an irritated glare."I've been in a foul mood since earlier, so don't make it worse. I might lose my temper and pour this hot oil all over your face."The chef immediately stepped back because of my threat."Just let him be, Chef. It's not going to kill him if he cooks his own food.""Exactly. It's not like he's important.""Shut up!" the chef snapped at his assistants. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? What if the Elder finds out you're starting this again? You should be grateful our Alphas haven't heard about the things you've been doing to him!""We're only telling the truth—"Before the woman could finish, I turned toward her and pointed the knife I was holding directly at her.Her eyes widened in terror."Do you want me to end your l
The sharp, deliberate clearing of a throat shattered my rant. My gaze snapped back to Jonas, who had stepped slightly between Sandro and me, his expression cool and collected."I apologize for interrupting your dramatic lecture, Klein, but allow me to clear a few things up for you," Jonas spoke in a calm, measured tone. "I completely understand that you are deeply worried about your friend's safety—""And who the fuck said I was worried about this idiot?!" I barked viciously, my breathing growing fast and erratic as my blood boiled.A low, rich laugh suddenly echoed from the other side of the room as Jonathan shook his head in pure amusement."Alright, let's lay out the facts," Jonathan chimed in, his tone turning crisp and authoritative. "Sandro is our destined mate. On the night of that auction, the moment we laid eyes on him, we recognized his soul as ours, which is the sole reason we placed the highest bid to bring him home. But whether your paranoid mind chooses to believe it o
"Are you alright, darling?"My lingering focus was violently pulled back to Lysander as his deep, smooth voice purred uncomfortably close to my ear, breaking through the storm of thoughts raging inside my head."You look tense, and mad. Is there anything wrong?" he pressed on, his tone carrying that familiar, irritating blend of mock concern and quiet dominance.I completely ignored Lysander’s question. Instead of answering him or giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, I merely adjusted my posture, shifting uncomfortably where I was trapped on his lap. Deep down, every muscle in my body screamed at me to immediately leap to my feet, to put as much distance between us as physically possible. But I knew better. I knew the moment I tried to pull away, his strong arms would only tighten around my waist like steel bands, refusing to grant me even an inch of physical freedom.Lysander leaned in slightly, his dark, sharp eyes narrowing as he scrutinized my face. "Tell me... are you figh
Lysander was wearing that signature, playful smirk on his handsome face, but the depth of his eyes concealed an abyss of pitch-black darkness and lethal danger. "No need," I gritted out, straining against his iron embrace as I desperately tried to pry his thick arms off my waist. "The brutal injuries they took from my own hands earlier were more than enough."Despite my relentless squirming, Lysander didn't budge an inch. He remained wrapped around me like a giant, suffocating python, completely unfazed by my resistance."Get off me already! It's boiling hot in here!" I snapped, growling in frustration, but Lysander acted as if he were completely deaf to my complaints.Instead of releasing me, he tightened his hold even further and forcibly dragged me backward across the room. He comfortably settled himself down into the very wooden chair I had been sitting in just moments ago, and before I could react, he yanked me down onto his lap, trapping me between his thighs. Every nerve in m
We waited inside the quiet, sterile atmosphere of the university infirmary for only a few minutes before the heavy door creaked open, revealing the Beta we had been anticipating. However, he was far from being alone.My brows knitted together in an instant, a sharp frown settling on my face as I watched two familiar figures walk in right behind him—Arnold and Martin, the personal Betas assigned to Lucien and Lysander. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the bloody spectacle and explosive chaos that had erupted in the cafeteria earlier had already reached their ears.But who the hell ran to tell them so quickly?. Was it the Dean? Or one of the spineless students who couldn't handle the sight of a fight?"Hey. How are you holding up? Are you hurt?" Arnold’s voice cut through my thoughts, laced with genuine worry as he immediately rushed to Gerald’s side. He carefully scanned Gerald's trembling body from head to toe, checking for any visible bruises, cuts, or broken bones with fr
My eyes snapped down toward the sound of Gerald's weak, trembling voice. It finally registered in my mind that Gerald was lying flat on the cold floor right beside me, using every last bit of his remaining strength to fight off the heavy pressure of my pheromones.I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a ragged breath as I fought to regain control over my boiling emotions.> "Do it with me, Klein! Your human form completely lost control, and you're dragging my wolf instincts down with you! Clear your fucking mind and take a deep breath!"Following Keno's urgent instructions, I forced my mind to go blank. I took slow, deliberate breaths, focusing entirely on steadying the erratic, violent pounding inside my chest.After a few tense, unbearable minutes, the suffocating pressure in the room finally began to dissipate, lifting the heavy weight that had been pinning the helpless students to the floor. Without losing another second, I moved over to Gerald's side and pulled him up by his arm."Help
Third Person POV Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room."F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of wha
I practically fly up each step of the stairs, desperate to catch up to him before it's too late.When I burst out of the building, I see dozens of students gathered together, each clutching the same dark red box he'd been given.I can see the mix of sorrow, anxiety, and terror in their eyes. They h
As soon as we step into our dorm, Sandro heads straight for the kitchen while I make my way to my bedroom to shower. After rinsing off and feeling somewhat human again, I walk out of my room in nothing but my boxers. Sandro’s already settled on the couch, a bottle of beer sitting on the coffee ta
Morning comes too soon, and I’m still lying in bed. I didn’t sleep at all last night my mind was too full of thoughts to rest. Now I have no energy to get up and attend the worthless classes this university forces on us.When you really think about it, what good are their lessons? What’s the point







