บททั้งหมดของ Luna At Alpha Academy: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

“What now?” she asks, gaze steady. “You could remove your mask.” I recline deeper into the bed, trying to sound casual though every nerve in me is alert, not wanting to miss a beat. “I…” She hesitates, her hand twitching like she almost considers it. “Is there a reason you have to hide?” My tone softens, careful. “It’s a precaution,” she answers quickly. I exhale slowly. Regardless of what binds us, she’s right. We’re still strangers. Trust doesn’t grow in a single night. “NOT because I don’t trust you.” She rushes to clarify, shaking her head. “I just… I want to keep my identity hidden for now.” “I respect that.” I nod, even as disappointment pricks beneath my skin. The room quiets again, thick with unspoken words. For years, I imagined this moment, rehearsing conversations a thousand times. Yet here I am… empty, fumbling, unable to remember a single one. Her sudden movement jolts me. She rises from the chair. “I should probably go now.” I’m on my feet instantly. “How will I

I don’t bother putting effort into the excuse—I know the moment they see my name, the request will be stamped and cleared. By the time I settle into class, my eyes sting from the lack of sleep. I set my bag down with a thud, pulling out my laptop and pretending to check the day’s schedule. The truth is, my head is still buzzing with one problem: how to convince Ra not to climb another balcony like some reckless assassin. How do I convince a lady to go through the front door of my dorm room in an all boys academy? Hours of brainstorming, and I came up empty. Which is why I ended up sleeping late too. The noise of greetings trickles around the room until one stands out. “What’s up, Eldon?” someone says cheerfully. I hear the clasp of a handshake behind me. My head tilts slightly. What’s he doing here? “Hey. How are you doing?” Eldon’s easy voice filters through. “Not good,” the other guy groans. “Last night was so cold. I forgot my duvet in the laundry room, had to sleep in wol

The night before. I told Roman I’d come see him, but there are a few things I need to do first. I peel the towel from my hair and switch on the blow dryer. The warm hum fills the bathroom while I mindlessly run the nozzle down my curls, watching steam curl into the mirror. Thoughts drift in and out like lazy clouds. First: contact. If I’m going to let him know where to reach me, it can’t be my usual line. Aunt promises she’ll sort a new number that’s discreet, direct, nothing that ties back to me. I swap the dryer for body oil, strawberry and caramel, that smells like summer and feels like silk on my skin. I’m grateful I don’t share a room tonight; I can be alone in my own skin. Second: how much do I tell him? Small things are safe. Little facts. But the big things—my past, the Elf, the way my chest still ricochets at certain names—those are not for a first conversation. If I were him, I’d want to know who my mate is. I stare at my reflection, turning the question over. ‘Exactly

Cyrus Oren.His dorm room is exactly what I expect, ordered, not a single thing out of place. The kind of clean that feels rehearsed, like a person who never wants surprises.Maybe it’s because he just transferred. There aren’t many personal items, no clutter that might betray a secret. I sweep the space in under fifteen minutes.I start with the wardrobe, part the clothes and check seams and pockets. The mattress is taut, the sheets tucked so neatly the corners snap. The books on the shelf are aligned by height. Under the bed: nothing. Marble floors, no loose boards for smug little movie plots. I turn the bedside drawer out and find only stationary. It’s disappointingly empty.This is too clean. Am I rooting suspicion out of nowhere? It’s still early in the timeline, so I’m not sure if they really are involved with the pill but if they are with the pill, they probably won’t stash it in a dorm. I linger a beat longer, then shrug and leave.Remus and Asher’s rooms are in the same build

ELDON’S POVOn the outside I look perfectly sane. Deep down… well, that’s another mess for another night.Right now I’m perched on the rooftop of Remus- ugh, I’m tired of saying their names, so from now on they’re The Cronies.I’ve been on this roof every night for three days and found nothing. Using stealth, I’ve splayed my senses across the whole building, felt for their presence, scanned the area, but they’re still inside. They seem to have no other interaction besides school.Do I need to start hacking their phones? This is getting ridiculous.I retract my pressure, swing my legs off the ledge and pad toward the rooftop door when I hear voices. I freeze and melt into the shadows behind the structure. “What do you mean by that?” one voice asks, clipped.“Honestly, I saw it with my own eyes. It’s going to change the game.” Another voice answers, breathy with excitement. I peek around the chimney, keeping my stealth tight because explaining why I’m on a stranger’s rooftop at midnigh