All Chapters of Luna At Alpha Academy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

On the twentieth step, the clouds clear up, revealing a gigantic city before me. Amnesi is waiting for me by its intricately designed gates. ‘Is that… gold?’ The sun reflects on the swirling bars depicting a golden dragon gliding through clouds. It’s a beautiful work of art that I want to spend all day admiring. I want to know how it was made and who made it, then maybe request a piece for Aunty. Father doesn’t care too much for art. You can tell from the dry soulless modern arts of black and white hanging in our home. Maybe I should move out so I can decorate my own place? Nah. All the pack files are in Father’s office. I’d still have to go back home to use them. “Are you coming?” Amnesi’s voice reeks of annoyance. “Yeah.” I move quickly to meet her. I’d rather not be at the end of that spear, “Is all this real gold?” “Yes. These mountains are blessed with such minerals.” I’m embarrassed I ever thought they lived in trees or huts. “Wow.” As we walk into the courtyard, a cherry b

‘Villain… Hero…’ I repeat to myself. Although I do not know this seer personally, I feel like I can trust her. I’ve felt it since the moment I entered this room…No, maybe even further than that. Since Amnesi saved me. “When the time comes, you will face a challenge. Before then, go back to your room and think about what I’ve said.”“About what my new priorities will be?”“Exactly.” “Is there anything you can tell me?” The future she has painted to me now seems larger and increasingly more uncertain. My plans have been reduced to a mere tenth or less of a hundred percent. I need something to hold on to…“Hmm…” The seer closes her eyes to think. “Don’t be afraid to trust your friends?”“Ha… Is that a question?” I push all thoughts to the back of my mind as I rise to my feet.She chuckles, four fingers over her mouth. “Haha…”I exhale a shaky breath. Heading to the door.“Rest well. Think about what I said.” The smoke from the incense beside her starts ascending in a spiral. Is ther

“Roman?” “Eldon.” ‘Mate!’ My wolf, the second voice in my head, surges forward with all her strength nearly toppling me over with no warning. ‘MATE?!!!!’ I scream internally. I feel Ezra’s mutual shock. ‘What the heck is she saying?’ ‘That he’s your mate?’ ‘I know what she is saying. I’m saying why the heck is she saying that?!’ The mentally 12 year old wolf is strutting around in circles, humming to herself, stealing my senses to breathe in his scent. “Eldon?” Roman watches me, brows drawn in mild confusion. “So I wasn’t wrong about you avoiding me.” He huffs a dry laugh. “Unbelievable.” My eyes snap to him. “No, no—You were wrong!” I blurt, too fast, too loud. My wolf pushes forward, yearning toward him, so I instinctively take a step back instead. He catches it. Of course he does. Those sharp red eyes miss nothing. “Was I?” he asks, voice low, almost amused. “Yes!” My voice cracks. “Then explain.” He drops into a chair like he owns the entire house, like I’m the serva

My neck snaps to the side, my body tense. I look like an animal. Eyes narrow, scanning every face, every voice, the pounding in my chest nearly drowning out my thoughts. That laugh… My shoulder burns, and I already know. Where are they? Where are they? Then I see them. The glass doors of the cinema swing open. Becca and Fredrick. Her head rests on his shoulder. His arm wraps around her waist. They’re talking, smiling, laughing… as if they weren’t monsters. As if they wouldn’t kill me again to get what they want. I don’t hear the words. I just see the movements, the intimacy, the disgusting normalcy of it all. And suddenly, I don’t care about doing the right thing or not bringing harm to the people around me. Tearing their throats out and watching the street run red sounds like the best idea I’ve ever had. My claws extend. My vision tunnels to red. I take one step toward them, then another… before I can sprint in their direction, a hand yanks me back, tossing me into a narrow

“Your first chance for revenge will come in about three months from now.” The seer’s voice is calm, almost casual, as if she hasn’t just upended my thoughts on my last evening with the Elves. I blink at her. Three months? “Wait… isn’t this you carving my path?” “Not the same thing,” she says without hesitation. “Oh?” My curiosity spikes. “Meaning you can actually tell me more?” I’m hoping she can. I could use some clarity—my head’s been a mess for weeks. “The reason you were cursed, the enemy of the werewolves, and the curse that weakens you… they’re all connected.” What does that even mean? “And you expect me to do what with that information?” “Nothing.” She shrugs like this is the most natural answer in the world. “Forget it. Ezra will remind you when it’s time.” I open my mouth to argue, then close it again. Fine. Not worth the energy. “Now,” she says, eyes glinting, “your revenge?” I straighten. “Yes?” “Get to Level B in the time you have left.” I almost choke. “What