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I have no idea what Elsie was talking about.Something about glitter? Or braiding her hair with “luminescent thread”? Or maybe she was arguing with Ferna again about who deserved to use the only full-body mirror first.I heard none of it.Their voices were noise, background static, muffled, distant, like I was underwater and the world above me kept moving on.I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at a single point on the wall where the paint cracked. My hands were folded in my lap, but my palms were sweaty. The air inside the dorm felt dense, heavy with perfume, hairspray, heated arguments, and excitement that didn’t belong to me.“You’re not even listening,” Elsie whined somewhere behind me.She was right. I wasn’t.I was still stuck on what had happened earlier.The way Aklan stared like he wanted to lose himself in my eyes, as like he recognized them.The way he studied the bruises on my wrist and his eyes shone when he saw my neck.I blinked hard, trying to push the thought into th

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“Nothing,” I said instead. “Just tired.”Elsie arched a brow. “You’ve been tired for the past few weeks. Aklan really is a monster, isn’t he?”Pretty much accurate.She grabbed a small bottle and held it out to me. It contained a glowing purple liquid swirling inside.“For your eyes,” she said, a too-bright smile spread on her lips.I blinked, taken aback by the way their gazes were fixed on me. “What’s wrong with my eyes?”Ferna leaned over, squinting at me. “They’re dull, red and spooky. Like you have seen the secrets in the vaults of Orza.”Elsie nodded, stretching the bottle at me. “This will brighten them. It’s made with luminescent dew from the Whispering Orchards.”“I thought that stuff was illegal,” I muttered.Ferna waved her hand dismissively. “Only if you use more than three drops. If you use four, you start hallucinating your worst fears and your nose bleeds stars.”I stared, my jaw dropped in shock. “…WHAT?”While I was busy suffering in the name of Aklan Draven mentoring

AKLAN

I should have been enjoying the festival.Everyone else was.Lanterns floated above our heads like captured stars, music pulsed from every direction, and the air smelled like sugar and burnt caramel. People danced, laughed, and kissed under hanging lights.But I wasn’t present. I wasn’t anywhere.I was pacing.My boots moved back and forth across the hall outside the ballroom like I was wearing grooves into the marble. Kiyan leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching me like I was a glitching hologram.“It wasn’t Kitty,” he said for the fifth—no, sixth—time. His voice carried that tone of forced patience he only used when he thought I’d lost my damn mind.I ran my hand through my hair and exhaled sharply.My mind was a warzone, replaying those eyes, Kitty’s eyes, the assassin’s eyes, over and over until I thought I’d go mad. They were the same, I was almost sure.That murderous glare from last night, the one that promised blood, was the same defiance I’d seen in her every time she

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The Warlock on duty, Lyris, brightened when she saw me.“Well, well, if it isn’t the academy’s favorite trouble magnet. Shouldn’t you be drowning in alcohol and questionable decisions right now?”I forced a smile. “Trust me, I’m trying to avoid both.”She laughed and leaned forward on her elbows. “What can I do for you?“I need a favor,” I said casually, though my pulse hammered.She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning sly. “A favor for the golden boy?She tilted her head, intrigued. “Depends. Does it involve signing autographs on enchanted stationery again? Because that last batch smudged, and I got complaints.”“No, no autographs.” I chuckled. “I want to look up a student. She’s my trainee, actually, and I am running into some small trouble understanding what training she had prior to Norsen.”She raised a brow, but nodded. “Student code?”“ROG-S17-042.”“One sec.” She typed fast, her eyes fastened on her computer.She disappeared into the archive room. I drummed my fingers against

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“Aklan,” I whispered, my voice trembling, sharp enough to mirror the ache in my chest. “What are you doing here?”The world snapped. That’s what.I hadn’t expected anyone. There wasn’t supposed to be a curfew; it was the one night first years had to enjoy certain privileges, like alcohol and riza-dust-spiked punches, a night when the entire academy was drunk on lantern light and glowing wine. I thought maybe someone had forgotten a brooch or wanted to borrow highlighter powder.One moment, I was standing in my dorm’s doorway, glaring at Aklan Draven, the man I hated more than life itself; the next, a golden thread—hot, electric, and alive coiled around my heart and yanked. I hadn’t heard a single word of anything he had muttered. My chest tightened, a vice crushing my ribs, stealing my breath. I staggered backwards, my legs buckled, and the room tilted like a ship in a storm.My knees buckled instantly. The floor tilted. My body fell backwards before I could scream, but he moved fast

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His eyes dragged over me not with desire, not with curiosity, but with something that devoured thought entirely. I felt his breath grow ragged against my cheek. And then, so slowly it made my heart slam violently into my ribs, he lowered his head and pressed his nose to the side of my jaw.My restraint was crumbling. I was staring up at him, my lips inches from his, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. His breathing grew ragged, and he groaned, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned closer, his nose brushing my hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost reverent. “You smell amazing, Lin”Lin? He didn’t call me Kitty, he called me Lin like Rivan always did.I froze. No — I melted. I hated myself for how quickly everything inside me softened, how swiftly the hate I’d clung to evaporated under the weight of his scent. My mind screamed at me to remember who he was. That I despised him. That he despised me. Th

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It felt like a dream, like I somehow teleported into the land of dreams and illusions started feeling a lot like reality. It had to be a dream, I was sure of it, but the only problem was that I hadn’t slept a wink.Time had frozen for me ever since Aklan Draven kissed me like I was his reason for breathing. Since he walked away clutching his chest in his hand, as if I had stabbed him. Time siezed to exist, and I hadn’t moved away from the slumped position I had taken since midnight.MATEThe word that came out of my mouth involuntarily, and he said it back, he called me his mate. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop thinking of how badly robbed I felt, but did I even have the right to feel robbed? I truly didn’t, not when he looked just as confused as I did, not when my feet carried me straight to him against my will.Not when I gave in to him, desired him, needed him.Not when I had begged for him to take me, to own every part of me, to mark me.I sat there, on the floor

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“Elsie, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that your father would have your head on a pike if he finds out about this.” Ferna gave Elsie a very stern look.Elsie’s skin paled almost immediately, and I knew something was amiss.“Her father, what’s her father got to do with this?” I asked.Ferna turned to me dramatically. “You sure have missed a lot since you started training with the tyrant. Our beautiful friend here is the daughter of the Grand Mage of Isendor.”“What?” I opened my mouth so wide, Ferna stuffed a cookie in it. “What are you doing in Narth, with us?”“Training. Like everyone else.” She said nervously.I understood this was a touchy subject for her, but I was curious, honestly, anything to get my mind off my own problems. “But why didn’t you tell us? I mean, it’s an honor to live and be friends with the princess of Isendor.” Elsie rolled her eyes at me. “This is exactly why I didn’t want it known, okay? I don’t want any special treatment.”“Well, you haven’t been gettin

AKLAN

“Reject me”Those useless, ridiculous words had been circling my mind like a curse for seven days straight. A whole week, and still my brain couldn’t come up with a single new thought. It was as if those two words had carved themselves into the inside of my skull.A week, just one week since the words “MATE” slipped from a pair of lips I never imagined possible, a pair of lips I never thought I could hunger for, and she was already on the verge of dumping me the very next day.I knew she hated me, most likely blamed me for her brother’s death, but how could she be so blinded by hatred that she didn’t stop to think of the effects of rejecting her, while she’s yet to have her awakening, would do to her?Mate or not, she was still wolfless, and rejecting her would only rip her to shreds from the inside, and it wouldn’t have only killed her, it would have broken her parents’ hearts all over again, and I would have to live with that guilt on my conscience for the rest of my life.If I coul

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“Hey there, stranger,” she purred, sauntering toward me with the confidence of someone who had never heard no. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”Ever since the night of the festival, I have avoided Valora like a plague, not only because I had found my mate but because I wasn’t sure what her magic allowed her to see. Could warlocks sense mate bonds? Could they smell pheromones or see red strings that tied the fates of two people together? I didn’t know for sure, but if there was one thing I was sure of in this fucking cluster of confusion, it was Valora’s obsession with me; it was dangerous. She had no problem burning the school to the ground to obliterate anyone who stood in the way of her access to me.I had a plan for everything in my life, except this. I had hoped the moon goddess would curse me with a life without love for what happened four years ago, but instead she chose to punish me even further by making me look what I did in the face; she’s making me face my sins in those haz

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