جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 50

Rayne returned to their dorm quietly, the soft click of the door the only sound as she slipped inside. Lucian was seated at the edge of his bed, forearms braced against his knees, eyes cast toward the floor. He didn’t look up when she entered.She crossed the room slowly, dropping her hoodie on the chair. “Hey.”Still, he didn’t look at her.Rayne frowned. “Lucian?”“I saw you.”She blinked. “What?”“You stayed so long,” he said, voice steady but flat. “What were you doing with Jace?”Rayne’s heart dropped into her stomach. “Lucian…”“Don’t lie,” he said softly. “Just tell me. Did you say anything that could put us in danger?”She moved toward him, sitting beside him on the bed. “I swear, Lucian. I didn’t tell him anything.”Lucian finally turned his head, eyes locking with hers. “He asked, though. Didn’t he?”She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. He knows something’s changed between us. But he doesn't know what. And I didn’t give him anything.”Lucian looked away again, his jaw tightenin

The morning after his forced interrogation, Jace Moren stepped onto the field with shoulders stiff and thoughts spiraling.His ribs ached, his pride bruised, but none of that compared to the burning ache in his chest—the fire of betrayal, confusion, and something far worse.Jealousy.He wasn’t even sure why. Maybe it was because he’d always felt like Rayne was his person. His teammate. His best friend. His anchor. And now, it was like she’d been swept into a different orbit—one ruled by someone like Lucian Wolfe.Someone with secrets.Someone dangerous.Jace didn’t know what he hated more—the idea of her being hurt by Lucian… or the possibility that she wasn’t, and that she’d chosen Lucian anyway. But she wouldn't open her secret to him. Or would she?He spotted her during sword practice, her form a blur of sharp precision and quiet grace. She didn’t falter once.Not even when he walked up to her.“Rayne,” he said, voice low, steady.She turned, breathless but calm. “Hey, Jace.”There

Rayne sat on her bed, knees tucked into her chest, staring blankly at the floor.Her disguise felt heavier now. Like a costume soaked in blood.She thought she could survive this. She thought no one would ever find out.She’d been so careful.But now Xavier knew.And the threat wasn’t just expulsion. It was violation. It was the kind of manipulation she had sworn she'd never fall victim to. He hadn’t just exposed her identity—he’d tried to take control of her body, her choices.And the most damning part?Her future was uncertain.Her disguise was gone.And someone… someone she trusted… had done this to her.Someone had told him.Someone close.Her heart clenched, a name rising unbidden in her mind.Jace.Aside Lucian, Jace was the only one who knew her secret.Could it have been him?He’d been acting strange all day. Distant. Moody. Secretive. Even.But no—he wouldn’t…Would he?A knock rattled the door.She looked up, fear blooming in her chest—but it was only Lucian, peeking through

She went to his bed and woke him up“Rayne,” he said gently. “What's the problem?”She said nothing.Lucian sat up on his bed beside her, his fingers brushing against her clenched hands. “Rayne… talk to me. What’s going on?”She hesitated again.This wasn’t just her secret anymore—it was dangerous knowledge. Sharing it could put him in trouble too. If the Council found out he knew all along…But she couldn’t carry the weight alone. Not anymore.Rayne inhaled shakily and nodded.“I have to tell you something. It’s bad. And it’s about Xavier.”Lucian’s eyes hardened immediately. “What did he do?”Rayne looked at him, wide-eyed, and began.“He cornered me yesterday. He—he called me by my real name. Rayne. Not Rei. He knows I’m not a boy.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. Fury crept into every muscle of his body. “What?”“Jace told him, out of jealousy,” she continued quickly, “And he said if I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll report me to the council.”Lucian stood abruptly, pacing like a pred

The wind howled through the mountain pass, sharp and bitter as knives. It whipped Rayne’s cloak around her ankles and turned her hair into tangled lashes against her cheek, but she didn’t flinch.She couldn’t feel much of anything anymore.Not the cold.Not the ache in her limbs from days of sleeplessness.Not even the sting of rejection that had carved itself so deep into her chest it might as well have been bone.She just kept walking.One foot after the other.No direction. No destination.Just… away.From Blackmoon.From Lucian.From her father.From the life that was no longer hers.Her boots crunched against gravel as she descended the eastern slope, the last part of the academy grounds that bled into the outside world. No guards chased her down. No one called her name. No one fought for her.She had been banished, yes. But worse than that—she had been erased.Wiped from the academy’s roster like she had never existed. The quarters she once shared with Lucian were already being