All Chapters of The Wolfless Runaway Princess In An Alpha Academy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21IVY’S POV.The morning air in the academy was different, the tension, uncontrolled movement and hushed voices stood out. Everywhere I turned, incoherent whispers rippled through the corridors into my ear.I didn't stop walking until the noises became very audible. The corridor outside the training grounds buzzed with overlapped conversations, and loud whispers." …he’s returning…”“Professor Valerius…”“sooner than we expect, they said…”I slowed. The words echoed in my mind, keeping me calm in a way nothing else had since I arrived here.Finally, this was a way forward. A reason all of this wasn’t going to be pointless. A small, fragile sense of hope settled in my chest, even as everything else felt wrong right now. His name was the only existential lifeline I had in this school. I could feel the excitement brewing in me, already.A sharp bell cut through the noise, ringing three times. "Everyone to the Great Training Arena!" an official shouted, his voice echoing off the

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.IVY’S POVThe darkness didn't lift all at once. It pulled away in jagged layers, smelling of expensive cedarwood and a storm-drenched forest. My mind was a fractured mess of images… the Professor’s office, the chemically-sweet cloth over my mouth, and the crushing strength of the arms that had snatched me from the brink of escape.I tried to move my hands, but they felt too heavy for my body, resting on a surface that was far too soft to be the stone floor of a cage. I was lying on a bed so large it felt like an island, draped in sheets of charcoal silk that felt like water against my raw skin. The room was bathed in the flickering, orange glow of a roaring fireplace. High, vaulted ceilings of dark timber loomed above, and the air was still and utterly silent.My heart thundered. I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt like they were made of lead, the remnants of the sedative still humming in my veins. My head throbbed, the remnants of the sedative clinging to my s

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEIVY’S POV.The echo of Kaelen’s voice played on a loop in my mind, refusing to be silenced."I have no ulterior motives.”“I simply want to see what the King does when his favorite bird tries to fly.”Liar. I didn't believe him. In a den of Alphas, help was usually just a more sophisticated way of setting a trap. Still, the route he laid out had been smarter than mine and that annoyed me.I sat crossed-leg on the edge of my bed, staring at the map across my laps, until the ink seemed to blur into nothing. My fingers traced the red markings Jay had made around the academy exits, yet my eyes kept drifting to the drainage grate Kaelen had pointed out, the one that supposedly bypassed the scent-hounds.I forced my gaze back to the main gates. I would find my own way. I wouldn't be a pawn in whatever sick game the roommates were playing with my life.My fingers clenched around the map. I hated the one person at the center of these ridiculous games. I hated the way he c

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENIVY’S POVThe walk back to the suite was filled with only the sounds of our boots against the floor, and the crackling of fire from torches. We were comfortable in the silence, even though it made every breath feel too loud.Aiden pushed the door open first, stepping inside with the same composed authority he always carried, as though we hadn’t just stood in the middle of the forest arguing about my life, spilling my secrets, and the possibility that I was completely wolfless. The word alone made my chest tighten.I stepped in behind him slowly, exhaustion weighing heavily on my limbs. The dim lighting from the wall lamps cast long shadows across the suite. Alex was sprawled across one of the couches, half-covered with a blanket, one arm hanging over the edge dramatically like he had collapsed there after a war. His soft snores filled the room.Kaelen, on the other hand, slept differently. He was still and rigid, he took the position of a dangerously alert person

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEIVY’S POV.The Seer’s apprentice led us down a narrow, sloping corridor that smelled of dried lavender and damp earth. When he pushed open the heavy wooden door at the end of the hall, my heart sank."Small" had been an understatement.The room was little more than a stone cave. It was a single, narrow cot… barely wide enough for one person to sprawl comfortably, which was shoved against the far wall. There was no rug, no chair, and the only light came from a single candle lit on the far end of the room."I shall leave you to your rest," the apprentice murmured, his silver eyes flickering between us with an unreadable expression before he retreated and closed the door with a heavy thud.The silence that followed was suffocating. I stood by the door, my fingers twisting the hem of my shirt, while Aiden moved to the center of the tiny space. He seemed to consume all the oxygen in the room. His head nearly brushed the low timber beams of the ceiling, and his shoulders