All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Diana’s POVI was sitting quietly when the principal’s voice blared from the classroom speaker.“P… Per the Alpha’s orders, all students must gather in the courtyard. No exceptions.”“Oh, talk about the devil himself,” I muttered, resting my head on the desk. I already knew who the message was about, Kael. The only one ever referred to as “Alpha.”Without hesitation, the other students bolted outside as if their lives depended on it, leaving just Eva and me behind.“Stand up, Diana. Do you want our heads cut off?” she hissed, tugging on my stiff arm.“Let it go, Eva. I’m not moving.” My voice came out flat, scraped raw from exhaustion.My legs still ached from last night’s events, and I’d barely managed to drag myself to school all to avoid raising my mom's suspicions.I wanted her to think everything had gone smoothly at the party, to spare her the disappointment after she'd pinned so many hopes on me.“You leave me no choice now,” Eva muttered.Without another word, she yanked me up

Abigail POVThe drawing room in my father’s mansion smelled of jasmine incense and aged opulence, a perfume of power and secrets.Golden afternoon light bled through thick velvet drapes, pooling on the marble floor like honey.But I didn’t bask in it. I sat stiff-backed in a velvet wing chair, arms crossed tightly over my chest, jaw clenched until it ached.My girls; Vicky, Camille, Hannah, and Lily. They lounged around the white leather sectional like pampered cats, their laughter soft and musical. They were oblivious to the storm brewing behind my forced smile.Vicky, always the bold one, finally broke the silence.“Abby, what’s with the murder-face? You’ve been glaring at that vase like it owes you money.”My eyes snapped at her. “It’s Diana.”They perked up instantly, four sharp heads turning, expressions shifting like wolves catching the scent of prey.“Her again?” Lily groaned, rolling her eyes. “What did she do now?”“She told everyone her dad was just a low-ranking sergeant, r

Diana’s POVAs the words left his lips, “Diana, I’m done letting anyone hurt you,” my body locked into stone.He stepped closer.I staggered back, my breath catching.The face before me could’ve been carved straight from the marrow of my nightmares.Kael.His voice, calm. Too calm. His eyes, dammit, looked softer than I remembered. Like spring skies instead of winter steel.But I knew better. I remembered. That softness? It was a mask stretched thin over cruelty.I wouldn’t fall for it again.Not this time.“You think I’ll believe this? That you care?” I spat, my voice trembling with a rage that didn’t feel like mine anymore. “You think pity undoes everything you did to me?”I didn’t give him a chance to answer.Before I could stop myself, my foot lashed out, slamming into his stomach with brutal precision. A swift follow-up punch connected with a jarring impact to his bandaged arm. The solid thunk of my fist, meeting flesh.He staggered back, the breath knocked from his lungs.A gasp

Diana’s POVThe stares were cold.Colder than frostbite. Colder than usual.But I didn’t care.I walked the halls of Ashmoor Academy with my head high, even as the weight behind my eyes dragged like anchors.My chest felt hollow, like someone had scraped out everything soft and left only bones and memory behind.Every student looked at me like I was a ghost who hadn’t realized she was dead.No one forgot what I did.Let them whisper.Let them look.My life had already gone up in flames. What could their ice-glazed judgment do now?Only one thing mattered: surviving the fallout.Because I had crossed a line. A sacred, unspoken boundary.I had hit Kael.Not just any guy.Kael Draven.Heir to the Draven Empire. The one everyone whispered was the devil’s grandson, with violence coiled beneath his skin like a second soul. The boy with thunder in his blood and shadows in his smile.I knew he would come for me. The moment my fist connected with his stomach yesterday, my heart started countin

Kelvin’s POV The woods had always been my sanctuary.A place where time melted.Where thoughts drifted like leaves and worries seeped into the soil.Here, I could listen to birdsong instead of hallway gossip.To wind instead of whispers.I leaned back against the bark of a broad elm, rough and cool against my spine. The earthy scent of moss and damp leaves filled my lungs. Above, the canopy stirred, branches whispering secrets in a language only silence understood.A bird chirped nearby, sharp, melodic, then gone.I let my eyes fall half-closed.Until.A dry twig cracked, sharp as a gunshot in the quiet.My eyes flew open.Another rustle, fast, uneven, too heavy for an animal.I shifted, my body tensing, senses sharpening. I scanned the trees through slits of green and shadow.Then I saw them.Diana.Trailing behind Abigail.Diana’s eyes flicked left, then right, nervous. Her steps were light, cautious, like a rabbit stepping toward the mouth of a trap.I didn’t move. Just watched.W