Todos os capítulos de BOURNEMOUTH SHIFTER ACADEMY : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“I didn’t ask for any of this...”“But you stood there and accepted it.”“I didn’t!”Isadora suddenly lunged, her fingers clamping around Nessa’s jaw hard enough to bruise the bone. “You stood right beside him while Zane claimed your hand in front of the entire academy.”Nessa winced, tears stinging her eyes. “I was terrified...” She hadn't even come to school yesterday; how could she have predicted Zane would commit such madness before the council?“Oh, poor little wolf,” Isadora mocked cruelly, her voice dripping with venom. “Always terrified. Always weak. And yet somehow, you keep crawling into places where you don't belong.”Talia violently shoved one of the girls back and surged forward.“She literally just told you she didn’t want it!”Isadora’s gaze flicked toward Talia with complete indifference. “You really should learn how to keep your mouth shut, Knox.”“And you should stop acting like Zane owes you a crown just because you are a White Wolf.”The garden went deathly silen

Talia finally turned and forced herself to walk away, her steps heavy and reluctant, glancing back twice before her shadow disappeared down the grand stone corridor.The instant she was gone, the silence in the secluded garden became heavier than it already was.Isadora’s girl scoffed dismissively before turning on her heel to leave as well. "You really ought to stop dragging low-born trash into high-court business!"Nessa remained in that quiet garden for hours. Long after the distant echoes of footsteps faded. Long after the afternoon training sessions concluded.Long after the halls filled with the loud, carefree voices of students discussing pack politics, shift speeds, hunting trials, and everything normal, high-born shifters cared about.She stayed hidden in the shadows of the obsidian pillars, terrified that if she moved too soon, another nightmare would be waiting around the corner.By the time she finally forced her aching muscles to push her off the stone floor, the sky out

Nessa stared at the heavy matte-black helmet, then up at his face. "But... what about you? The wind off the coast is freezing, and you're driving.""I'm a Golden Wolf, Nessa. The cold doesn't affect me," he replied, a faint trace of amusement dancing in his grey eyes."You, on the other hand, look like a stiff breeze could knock you flat right now. Put it on."She took the helmet from his hands, her fingers briefly brushing against his.That familiar spark flickered beneath her skin again, making her breath hitch in her throat.She hastily pulled the helmet over her head, securing the strap beneath her chin.The visor was slightly tinted, and the interior smelled entirely of him. It enveloped her completely, making her head spin with another brief, dizzying memory of soft sheets in a dark room.Adrian swung his long leg over the bike, settling into the leather seat with fluid grace.He ignited the engine, and the powerful machine roared to life."Get on," he called over the rumble of

Nessa’s fingers locked rigidly around the edges of her phone.Instantly, the memory flared in her mind, the inescapable weight of his grip around her wrist, the absolute authority vibrating in his low voice.“I…” Her throat tightened up. “No, I didn’t.”"Good. Keep it that way," Talia urged sharply. "A Silver Lycan like him is a walking catastrophe. But listen to me, Ness... if Celeste or Mira try to pull anything, you call me immediately, understand? You don't have to be their punching bag.""I know," Nessa lied quietly, eager to end the call before anyone downstairs overheard her voice. "I have to hang up, Talia. I'll catch up with you at the academy tomorrow."She ended the call without waiting for a goodbye, dropping the phone onto her lap. The uneasy quiet of her bedroom immediately rushed in to swallow her whole.Dragging herself across the cold floor, she climbed onto her narrow mattress and pulled her knees tightly against her chest, staring out the tiny window as night settl

Before she could pull away, his large hand clamped down around her wrist, hauling her forward into his stride.Nessa stumbled forward, forced to match his swift pace as he dragged her directly out of the garage and into the main corridors of the academy. The open air vanished behind them, replaced instantly by the razor-sharp silence of the main hallway.The moment they breached the upper wing, the shift was absolute. Whispering crowds went dead silent, students frozen mid-motion, chairs scraping back as everyone turned to stare.The entire wing shifted its axis around his dominant aura. Zane finally came to a halt, not in the center of the hall, not by the archways.He stopped precisely where he intended to stand, and his iron grip never once released Nessa's hand.Instead of dropping her hand, he pulled her closer against his side, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room as if hunting for a specific target.Then his eyes locked onto her: Isadora. A faint, cold smirk touched Zane’