All Chapters of THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The glass slipped from my fingers.It shattered on the tile. Water spread across the floor like blood. But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away from the window.The figure in the parking garage moved with purpose. Not sneaking. Walking. Like they had every right to be there.Then they looked up.Even from twenty floors up, even in the darkness, I felt their eyes find mine.The bond erupted.Lycian was awake instantly. I felt him surge through our connection before I heard him move. Then he was there. Hands on my shoulders. Spinning me away from the window.“What’s wrong?” His voice was rough with sleep and alarm. His eyes are already shifting gold.“Someone’s down there in the garage. They—” My voice shook. “They looked right at me.”He moved to the window. His whole body went rigid. Through the bond, I felt his rage ignite. White-hot and barely controlled.“Stay here.” He was already moving and grabbing his phone. His shoes.“No.” I caught his arm. “Don’t go alone. What if it’s a trap

The hall smelled like leather and wood polish and too many bodies packed into one space. My heart hammered against my ribs. Each beat felt loud enough for everyone to hear.Thaddeus stood at the front. Tall. Commanding. His eyes swept the room. Silence fell instantly.“Marcus Blackthorn has called for this gathering,” he said. His voice carried to every corner. “He will speak first.”Marcus stepped forward. He wore an expensive suit. Hair perfectly styled. He looked like someone trustworthy. Respectable.I hated him.“Thank you, Alpha.” Marcus’s voice was smooth. Practiced. “I come before you tonight with a heavy heart. What I have to say brings me no joy. But it must be said.”Lycian held my hands. Through the bond, I felt his anger. Hot and barely controlled.“Three months ago, our future Alpha brought a human into our world,” Marcus continued. “We welcomed her. Tried to accept her. But since her arrival, things have changed. And not for the better.”Murmurs rippled through the crow

Lycian was still asleep when I slipped out of bed.I moved quietly. Found old yoga pants and a tank top I didn’t care about. My hands shook while tying my shoes. The bond pulled at me. Wanting me to wake him. Tell him where I was going.But the message said come alone.I scribbled a note on the bathroom mirror with lipstick. First trial. Love you.The drive to the training grounds took twenty minutes. Dawn was just breaking. Pink and orange streaking across the sky. Pretty. Wrong for how my stomach felt.The parking lot was empty except for one truck. I recognized it. Cade’s.He stood near the entrance to the obstacle course. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. The morning air was cold. My breath came out in white puffs.“You’re early,” he said. “Good.”“What’s the first trial?”“Endurance.” He started walking. I followed. “You need to complete the full pack training course. Same one every warrior does during initiation.”We rounded a corner. I saw it and my heart sank.The course st

I woke to voices. Low. Tense. Coming from the living room.My hands throbbed. My ankle ached. Everything hurt worse than when I’d fallen asleep. The medication had worn off.Through the bond, I felt Lycian’s stress. Sharp and jagged. He was trying to keep it from me but failing.I sat up slowly. Winced. My body protested every movement.The clock said seven PM. I’d slept for six hours.More voices. I recognized Damien’s. Then Cade’s. Something was definitely wrong.I got out of bed carefully. Put weight on my good foot. Hopped to the door. Opened it quietly.“She can’t know yet,” Lycian was saying. “Not until she’s healed. The stress will make recovery harder.”“She’s going to find out eventually,” Damien said. “Better it comes from you than someone else.”“Find out what?” I asked. Leaning against the doorframe.All three men turned. Lycian’s expression went carefully blank. Trying to hide whatever had them worried.“You should be resting,” he said. Coming toward me.“I was. Until I f

The next two weeks crawled by.Every day felt the same. Wake up. Study pack history. Change bandages. Study more. Cade is following me everywhere. Lycian hovering. The constant weight of being watched. Protected. Threatened.My hands healed slowly. The stitches came out after ten days. The burns faded to pink scars. Dr. Rivera said they’d disappear eventually. I wasn’t sure I wanted them to. They reminded me I’d survived.My ankle was better. Still tender but I could walk without limping. Run if I had to.The mental trial was in two days.I sat in the library studying when someone cleared their throat behind me. I jumped. Spun around.Madison stood there. Pale. Thin. Dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks.“What are you doing here?” My voice came out harsher than intended.“I needed to talk to you.” She glanced around nervously. “Alone. Please.”“Cade is right outside. He won’t let you near me.”“I know. I told him it was important. That you’d want to h