The Alpha Heir's Fake Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

The night is a chaotic blur of feverish, half-formed dreams that twist and turn through my mind like a knot of aggressive vines. Every time I close my eyes, I hear Freya’s voice.There’s an academy. It’s your last hope.When the grey morning light finally filters through my window, it brings zero relief, only the heavy, unmistakable reality of a relocation deadline. My suitcase is sitting open on the mattress while my family moves around my bedroom in a solemn, mechanical rhythm to help me fill it.“I still can’t believe he didn’t even have the decency to come down here himself,” Mom says as she folds a thick wool sweater and presses it into the luggage. “To send a low-level driver to wait at the edge of the property line while his own people are cast out. It’s cruel, Arthur. It’s entirely beneath the dignity of an Alpha.”“Traditions don’t care about our dignity, Mom,” I say, pulling the zippers shut on my backpack with a harsh, metallic snap. “Thorne is running a business, and I’m a

The morning sun has barely risen in full when a fist strikes the oak panels of my bedroom door.“Up, freshman! You have ten minutes to get your asset to the northern quadrant before Damon uses your spine as a measuring tape!” a voice bellows from the corridor, followed by the heavy, retreating thuds of regulation boots.I bolt upright so fast my neck protests, and for one deeply confusing second, I stare blankly at unfamiliar stone walls while panic rises into my bloodstream.Then the memory begins coming back to me… Exiled. Magic. Castle. Questionably legal blood oath. Death school.“Coming!” I yell, scrambling out of bed.My boots are somehow on opposite sides of the room, my sweater is halfway hanging off a chair, and my hair currently feels like it entered diplomatic negotiations sometime during the night. I throw on cargo pants, shove myself into a fitted charcoal sweater and aggressively finger-comb my curls into something vaguely human. I grab my jacket, nearly trip over my ow