All Chapters of Disguised At The Wolf Academy: Rooming With The Two Alphas: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RAGNAR’S POVTwo long, excruciating weeks had passed since that horrific night in the subterranean ruins.Caleb was finally awake. He had fallen into a deep, terrifying coma immediately after we dragged him out of the subterranean chamber. According to Miss Lyra, it was the severe, violent backfire from the forbidden ritual he had dared to study and practice earlier, a dangerous spell that nearly shattered his soul when Thalia’s corrupted bond struck out to drain his remaining energy.The moment Caleb opened his bloodshot eyes in the quiet medical wing, he didn't ask about his own bandaged wounds. He didn't ask about his pack or the status of the academy borders.“Thalia...” Caleb rasped, his voice raw and gravelly as his eyes searched the room frantically. “Where is she, Ragnar? What happened to her? Is she... is she okay?”I sat on the wooden chair beside his bed, leaning my elbows on my knees, my hands clasped tightly as I broke down everything that had transpired over the last fo

MISS CARLOSA’S POVHeavy stacks of dusty books, yellowed manuscripts, and forgotten scrolls covered almost every available inch of my large mahogany desk. The flickering flames of the brass candles cast long, restless shadows across the cold stone walls of my office. As the highest-ranking official left in charge of the academy after the tragic battle, the crushing weight of finding a cure for Thalia rested squarely on my shoulders.I leaned back in my high-backed wooden chair and rubbed my aching temples, feeling the dull throbbing of a migraine building behind my eyes.“She cannot stay in that damp underground cage forever,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice sounding thin and hollow. “The board elders are already growing impatient. If we do not find a way to restore her mind soon, they will demand we put her down like a mad beast.”I pulled another heavy leather binder toward me, the old parchment cracking under my touch. For fourteen long days, I had spent every waking ho

CALEB’S POVMiss Carlosa and Miss Lyra stood before us near the shadowed edge of the academy garden, their faces set in grim, unyielding lines. The moon hung unnaturally low over the courtyard, casting long, stark shadows across the stone path where Ragnar and I remained rooted to the spot. The cool night wind carried the faint scent of crushed pine and damp earth, but neither of us took a breath. Every sense we possessed was locked entirely on the two women holding the fate of our mate in their hands.“There is only one way left to pull her back,” Miss Lyra said softly, her pale eyes searching both my face and Ragnar’s with an intensity that made the blood in my veins run ice-cold. “The triad mate bond. It carries an ancient resonance, a magic far older, deeper, and more absolute than the dark corruption currently consuming her blood. If anything in this world can penetrate that chaotic storm raging inside her mind, it is the combined tether of her two mates.”I slowly turned my h

EILEEN’S POVThe heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me, isolating me in the quiet dark of my room.I collapsed onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my trembling hands as the suffocating weight of guilt settled over my chest like a lead sheet. Everything inside me burned. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Thalia down in that cavern, her glowing eyes, her body twisted by dark, volatile magic, trapped behind cold iron bars.I wanted so desperately to go to her, to sit beside her cell, to let her know she wasn't alone. But I had overheard the low, serious hushed conversation Caleb and Ragnar had with Miss Carlosa and Miss Lyra earlier. The elders had made it brutally clear. Thalia’s corrupted beast was in an extremely unstable state. Any outside presence, any unfamiliar scent, or any sudden intrusion could trigger a violent reaction that might push her over the edge completely.It hurt. It felt like a knife twisting straight into my ribs. I wanted to be a real f

CALEB’S POVThe ancient, leather-bound texts on high-blood wolf lore were brutally clear about the nature of our tether. A triad mate bond was the most indestructible magic in existence but it worked only when all three individuals accepted one another completely. If even a single strand of that three-way connection harbored hesitation, hidden resentment, or emotional rejection, it became the weakest bond imaginable. Given Ragnar’s and my long, bitter history of wanting Thalia solely for ourselves, forcing our way into her corrupted mind with unresolved hatred between us meant she would die instantly from the spiritual backlash.We were back in our shared dorm room, the silence between us stretched razor-thin. Ragnar was pacing back and forth like a caged predator, furiously folding parchment papers into tight squares and tossing them across the heavy wooden desk.“We can’t keep doing this, Silverveil,” Ragnar said, stopping dead in his tracks and turning his dark eyes toward me. “W