Semua Bab Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep: Bab 41 - Bab 50

RAEI stepped inside the office and immediately felt the weight of two sets of eyes on me. Headmistress Fox sat behind her polished mahogany desk, her silver hair pulled back in its usual perfect bun. But it was the man sitting across from her that made my breath catch.He was tall and imposing, with salt-and-pepper hair and the kind of presence that filled a room. His suit was expensive, perfectly tailored, and when he turned to look at me, his eyes held the calculating coldness I'd seen in powerful Alphas before."Ah, Ms. Vale," Headmistress Fox said, her voice smooth as silk. "Please, have a seat."I moved to the empty chair beside the stranger, my hands trembling slightly as I smoothed my skirt. The air in the room felt thick, charged with tension I didn't understand."Mr. Stratis was just leaving," the headmistress continued, and the man stood with fluid grace."A pleasure, Headmistress Fox." His voice was deep, cultured. He glanced at me once more before heading for the door. "I

RAEThe hallway felt endless after I left Miyori's office. My fingers clutched Seraphina's journal so tightly that the leather was starting to warm under my grip. Students streamed around me, heading to their classes, but I couldn't move yet. I needed to know what my sister had been thinking before she died.I found a corner near the stairwell and pressed my back against the cold stone wall. Maybe if I touched the journal, I could see something. Some memory, some vision that would tell me what really happened to her.I closed my eyes and focused on the leather cover. Nothing. Not even the faintest spark of magic. The journal was just a book now, holding only the words my sister had chosen to write.I opened it carefully, like it might crumble in my hands. The first few pages were typical teenage complaints about homework and teachers. But then I found entries about Luca.He won't even look at me in the halls anymore. His father made it clear what he thinks of me. I'm not good enough f

LUCAI tried to stay away. Goddess knows I tried. After what happened with Seraphina, after the guilt that ate at me every night, I promised myself I wouldn't get involved with her sister. Rae was dangerous territory. She looked nothing like Seraphina, sounded nothing like her. But every time I saw her, it was like picking at a wound that refused to heal.But when Annalise started following Rae toward the gym doors, something snapped inside me."That's enough." The words came out harder than I intended.Annalise stopped in her tracks. She turned to look at me, and for a second, I saw something flicker across her face. Surprise, maybe. Or calculation."Luca." Her voice was sweet again, all sugar and innocence. She was used to it. The one thing her mother had ingrained into her. "People are watching."I glanced around the gym. She was right. Other students had stopped their sparring to stare. Sentinel Brooks was pretending not to notice, but I could see him listening."This will get bac

KIERANI knocked twice on Miyori’s office door before her voice called me in. The air was heavy with jasmine tea, threaded with something sharper that pulled at old memories. It reminded me of my father’s study, where the air often carried the stink of dried blood and the soft moans of whatever woman he was draining that night."Kieran." She didn't look up from the papers scattered across her mahogany desk. "Please, sit."I settled into the leather chair across from her, watching as she finished whatever she was writing. Her violet eyes finally met mine, and I felt that familiar chill that came with being under her scrutiny. Being half-vampire meant I could sense predators, and Miyori was definitely one of them, even if she wore the mask of an educator. She reminded me a lot of my father. She just had a less violent disposition."I wanted to discuss Rae Vale with you," she said, setting down her fountain pen.My jaw tightened. I should have expected this. "What about her?""Did you kn

CONRADSeventeen had always been my number. Not because I chose it, but because it chose me. Seventeen attempts. That's how many times my father tried before he got what he wanted. A son.I wasn't planned. I wasn't wanted. I was the accident that happened when an Alpha's rut collided with an Omega's heat, and the only reason I drew breath was because I came out male. My father called it divine intervention. I called it a cosmic joke.The other sixteen tries had been daughters. Disappointments, according to him. They were scattered across the country now, raised by relatives or foster families, their names repeatedly scrubbed from our family records like father never wanted them to exist at all. I was the miracle child. The one who would carry on the Firstchild name.The irony burned. I was the product of everything my father despised. Omega blood ran through my veins, no matter how many inhibitors I swallowed or how perfectly I played the Alpha role. I was living proof that his precio