All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

It’s a stupid question, and I know it the second it leaves my lips. Of course, she’s not okay. No one would be after that.Her gaze flickers to mine, exhausted but searching. “Dumb question,” she murmurs, trying for sarcasm but lacking the energy to pull it off.A weak breath of relief escapes me. If she’s talking, she’s alive. I don’t let myself focus on how close that came to not being true. Instead, I slip an arm under hers, helping her up. She hisses through her teeth but doesn’t protest as I guide her toward a plush couch in the corner of the library. Her legs barely hold her weight, and by the time we reach the couch, she’s shaking. I ease her down carefully.“Stay here,” I tell her firmly. “I’m getting help.”She makes a sound in the back of her throat—something between a scoff and a choked laugh. “Why?”I blink. “What?”“Why are you helping me?” She shifts slightly, wincing at the movement. “I tried to kill you.”I freeze, her words hanging heavy between us. She’s not wrong. Va

Elijah sighs. “Yeah. She has no idea how the vampire bypassed her security measures this time.”I glance over to the other four conversing in the corner. “Valerie looks good.” Too good.“Yeah, she was in a pretty bad state.”“Elijah…”“You don’t miss anything, do you?” he quirks a slight smile. “Yeah. The vampire fed her blood.”“Does she know?” I ask in a low tone. “That she’s becoming a hybrid?”“Humphrey is giving her a breather this morning. But she’s talking to her later and dropping the bomb on her.”“Damn.” I just stare at her as her arms flail in the air as she explains something to Ariah. Guessing by the look Ariah passes over to me, she already knows too.“Yeah,” Elijah sighs. “Her parents can’t know.”My brows furrow. “I somehow understand her better now.”Elijah nods in agreement, pausing for a moment. Then, “What… What did she tell you? In the library?”I look at him. “Well, she doesn’t like you.”“Thank goodness for that,” he breathes out a heavy breath.He watches me car

Ariah and Celeste are similarly awed, their heads craning as they take it all in.Elijah moves beside me, fingers brushing against mine before he pulls me back, letting the others follow Valerie up the steps.“I’ll have to keep my distance from you,” he murmurs, his voice low so only I can hear. “At least for now. Just for show. My father can’t suspect anything.”I nod. “I understand.”His lips quirk into a small smile, and his gaze drops to my necklace. “Glad to see you like it.”I grin. “You’re just noticing now? I’ve been wearing it the whole week.”He smirks. “I noticed.”Before I can say anything else, he leans in, pressing a quick, stolen kiss to my lips. It’s over too fast, and he sighs as he pulls away.“I hate this,” he mutters. “Having to pretend.”Valerie’s voice calls from ahead. “Are you two coming?”She’s actually smiling—genuinely smiling—for once.I lace my fingers through Elijah’s for the briefest moment before we let go and follow the others inside.The moment we walk

I look up at Elijah and sigh. “I trust you.” And I find myself meaning it fully.His gaze softens, but I don’t stop there. “I’m just wondering why you’re not trusting me with whatever you’re planning. Because hell, if it’s something as big as you make it sound, why am I not in on it?”That damn smirk tugs at his lips again. “Because it’s sort of a surprise,” he says, his tone teasing. “Or, at least, it was supposed to be.”I frown, crossing my arms. “I’m listening.”Instead of answering, he takes my hand and leads me deeper into the room.It doesn’t take long to realize that this isn’t just any guest room. This is his room. His personal space.And wow.Unlike the pristine, overly grand rooms I’ve seen throughout the mansion, this room actually feels lived in. Sure, the high, arched ceilings and ornate chandeliers still scream royalty, but there are signs of him everywhere.The deep navy walls are lined with posters of bands I recognize—some rock, some alternative, even a few I didn’t k

I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the girl in the glass.The dress is even more stunning on me. The deep royal blue hugs my body in all the right places, the fabric shimmering under the soft glow of the room’s chandelier. The embroidery along the hem catches the light, intricate and delicate, like silver filigree woven into the fabric. The neckline is elegant, dipping just enough to be flattering without feeling too revealing, and the way the skirt flows when I move makes me feel like I belong in some kind of royal court.I lift my hands, smoothing them down my sides, feeling the luxurious material beneath my fingers. It feels right. Like this dress was meant for me.And yet, my hands won’t stop shaking.I’m supposed to walk out there soon. Supposed to stand beside Elijah as my dress and presence by his side wordlessly announces to the entire Summit that I am his. That we belong together. That what we have isn’t just some mere teen fling romance—but