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ARDEN“How is it?” Cade asked as he lay next to me, glancing over with a curious expression.“Do you really have to ask that?” I groaned, unable to hide my embarrassment.He smirked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Well, it was your first time,” he muttered casually.“It’s… nice,” I whispered almost to myself, hoping the admission would stay between us.“What was that?” he asked, but I could tell from his teasing tone that he wasn’t buying my attempt at nonchalance. I nudged his shoulder without looking directly at him.A deep chuckle escaped his lips, somehow reminiscent of his moans, and it made me feel even more self-conscious. “Is it true?” I asked, attempting to shift the conversation away from the current topic.“What?” he replied, momentarily distracted.“That you weren’t sleeping around in Elite.” I felt him pause beside me, and when I glanced over, I saw an unreadable expression cross his face.“Why’d you ask? Were you monitoring me?” “No!” I quickly exclaimed, my voice a b

ARDEN“How can you even watch that?” I asked Owen as I peeled an apple for him. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” “Yeah—resting,” Owen smiled. “But I’m not here to rot. I watched it because it was blowing up on the Echo, and I wasn’t disappointed at all. It really was quite entertaining,” he teased.I stabbed the apple with the small knife, leaving it in place as I turned to Owen, glaring at him. “Maybe you should just rot in your bed.”Tessa burst into laughter, swiping the apple from my hands and continuing the task. “It’s so much fun teasing Arden.”“But what we’re saying is true,” she added. “Most of the students have probably watched it. Some people are even asking for a copy, but there’s no way to reproduce it.”I turned to her and quietly sighed in relief. The site was quite foolproof when it came to distribution. You couldn’t even record the screen with another device, as it just showed up as a black screen. The only person who had the means to possess a copy was none othe

ARDENI was still trying to calm my nerves. Everything that had happened yesterday—no, this entire week—felt like one long, spiraling fever dream. From losing my virginity to the incessant pestering from the other Alphas, and the burning building… my mind was cluttered with far too much. My wolf hadn’t stopped pacing beneath my skin, restless and on edge. And now, of course, I had to deal with class. Where was life’s pause button when you truly needed it?Miss Loveson stood at the front, her curls bouncing with every word she spoke. She had recently permed her hair, so the scent of the solution made my nose twitch a bit. “For your semester project,” she began, “you’ll be working in pairs. One woman and one man.”“Please find your partners before I share the details of the project.”I leaned over to Tessa immediately, feeling disappointed. She chuckled softly, amusement in her eyes. “I would if I could,” she replied even though I didn’t speak. “But we can’t.”My heart sank at her

ARDEN“Do you want to study at the Silver Lounge?” Elias asked as we met outside the building for my last class. We had agreed to start preparing for the upcoming competition, and despite my insistence that we simply meet at the gates, Elias had come all the way here.Without a moment's hesitation, I shook my head. “No.”His brows knitted together in confusion. “Why not?”I pressed my lips together. The truth was, I wasn’t in the mood to run into Sienna. Though I couldn’t deny that the lingering sting from the slap I had given her still sent a satisfying tingle through my palm.With a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, Elias raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to come to my place instead?”I turned to him, my expression deadpan. “No way.”He raised his hands in mock surrender, clearly amused. “Just asking.”A small smile crept onto my lips as I responded, “I know a place.”He looked at me with a hint of suspicion. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see,” I said, clicking my tongue pla

ARDENThe prelims were finally over. After days filled with tears, sweat, and fervent prayers, it was done. Because the school claimed to want to take care of our ‘mental health’ and overall ‘well-being,’ they were sending us on a two-day, one-night vacation, sponsored by Mr. Winters himself. Mr. Winters decided to send us freshmen to a serene nature retreat while the seniors enjoyed a beach getaway, all while the teachers prepped the grades and finalized the semester results. We were told this was a “well-earned break.” It was a nice gesture, that is, if you could overlook the fact that this was the first time he had ever done anything like it. That alone was enough to make my wolf perk up, ears mentally pinned back in suspicion. Why now? Why this sudden wave of generosity? It didn’t feel like a reward; it felt more like a distraction. I still remembered the footage—the constant presence of his piercing eyes. Where is he taking those videos? What’s he doing with them? My gaze