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~Elena~ The moment the door to my dorm room slammed shut behind us, all hell broke loose. “Oh my actual Moon Goddess,” Zia screamed, kicking her shoes off so violently one of them smacked the wall. “You slapped him. Elena, you slapped Lucian Blackthorne. Do you understand the magnitude of what you’ve just done to the ecosystem of this school?” “I did not slap him for sport,” I snapped, locking the door and pressing my back against it like it was the only thing keeping reality from crashing back in. “He was being rude and arrogant and completely out of line.” “Out of line?” Raina repeated, throwing herself dramatically onto my bed and staring at the ceiling. “That man verbally undressed you, promised to rearrange your soul, and then looked like he was enjoying the fact that you hated him. That is not out of line. That is foreplay.” “I don’t belong to him,” I said sharply. “No,” Raina agreed, sitting up now. “But your body didn’t get the memo.” I stopped pacing and glare

~Elena~I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe properly. I just stood there like my body had been unplugged from reality. My phone was still in my hand, glowing like it was mocking me. Thirty-five missed calls from Mum. Thirty-five. Who even calls thirty-five times unless something is wrong? Horribly, terrifyingly, gut-twistingly wrong. My throat went dry, and for a second, I couldn’t feel my legs.And the messages—oh my Goddess—the messages were just sitting there. Twenty-three unread. Twenty-three. That was not normal. That was not “just checking in” or “hope you’re doing well at school.” That was “the world is ending and I didn’t know how to tell you in one message so I sent twenty-three.”My wolf, who was literally howling with laughter five seconds ago because of my insane friends, was suddenly dead silent. Like frozen. Like all the amusement had been vacuumed out of her chest and replaced with tension.Then she spoke.But not in her usual smug tone.“Elena,” she said in my head, “

Elena “Avoid me,” he said. Just like that. No. Absolutely not. My brain short-circuited for a second, and then something snapped. I grabbed the edge of my towel tighter and stormed after him, still dripping, still flushed, still so dizzy from everything that had already happened, but my mouth—oh Goddess—my mouth was in full swing now. “Wait—what?” He didn’t stop. So I said it louder. “Lucian Blackthorne, are you seriously telling me to avoid you right now like we’re in some kind of teenage soap opera and you’re the brooding bad boy with a dark secret and I’m supposed to what? Crawl into a corner and cry about it?!” That made him pause. One foot from the door. Back still turned. I didn’t care. I kept going. I could not shut up. “Is this because I slapped you?” I demanded, stepping forward even though my towel was barely hanging on. “Is this some bruised ego, Alpha masculinity tantrum? Are you punishing me with cryptic emotional withdrawal because I embarra

~Elena~ I gasped. My hands flew up on instinct, slamming over my tits like they were the enemy, like my nipples weren’t already hard enough to tell the whole fucking world how I felt. And Lucian? He just stood there. Staring. Like he was memorizing everything. “Close your eyes!” I shrieked, body twisting, legs locking, face burning. “Are you crazy?! What the fuck is wrong with you, Lucian?!” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even move. He just kept staring like I was some kind of sacrificial offering laid bare in his temple, and all he had to do was decide what part of me he wanted to taste first. “Don’t just stand there like that!” I cried, hands still cupped around my tits like it made a difference now. “You just pulled my towel off like it was nothing!!” Still nothing. He just tilted his head. Slightly. And my entire nervous system went into meltdown. “Oh my God,” I breathed, “you’re not even sorry.” His smirk cracked through the silence lik

Elena’s POV I walked into class like my thighs weren’t sore, like my lips hadn’t been wrapped around Lucian Blackthorne’s cock less than twelve hours ago. I was trying to act normal. Like a respectable Omega who hadn’t just choked on the Alpha heir’s cock in the middle of the night while begging for more. I should have known Zia and Raina wouldn’t let me breathe. “Oh my God,” Zia whispered the second I sat down beside her, her glossy lips parting like she’d just seen a ghost. “You didn’t text us back. You didn’t come to breakfast. You didn’t even post a damn meme in the group chat. That only means one thing. Either you’re dead. Or you got absolutely wrecked last night.” “I vote wrecked,” Raina said immediately, leaning over the desk like a bloodhound in a crop top. Her eyes scanned me up and down, narrowed at the slight tremble in my fingers, then widened like she had just solved the biggest mystery in the fucking world. “Holy shit, you got wrecked. Didn’t you? You let hi