Semua Bab The Alpha Academy Wants Me Dead - My Mate is my Enemy : Bab 1 - Bab 8

JAMIEI was five years old when Thomas found me. I don’t like remembering much about what came before that. I remember my mother’s voice telling me not to leave the compartment beneath the floorboards. I remember the screams above my head, the smell of smoke seeping through the cracks, and hugging my knees to my chest until my legs began to ache. When I finally couldn’t hear anything anymore and found the courage to come out, there was no home waiting for me.Not my parents, either.Thomas appeared a few hours later, among the ruins of what had once been our pack, and decided that a girl covered in soot, dried blood, and trouble would be his responsibility from that day forward.Twelve years later, he probably still regretted it.“You broke Caleb’s nose.” I looked up.Thomas was sitting behind the massive wooden desk in his office, a mug of coffee in one hand and documents spread out in front of him. He spoke so calmly that, for a second, I considered pretending I had no idea what he

JAMIEI ran to Thomas’s house without feeling the wound on my arm, even though blood was still running down to my fingers. The closer I got, the more familiar faces I recognized among the chaos, and the more something inside me refused to understand what I was seeing.Marcus had a deep cut above his eyebrow. Will was pressing a cloth against his own shoulder, already completely soaked in red. One of the guards was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily while two women tried to tend to a wound in his stomach.People were crying.No one needed to tell me it had been serious.When they saw me approaching, some of them became even paler.That was what truly frightened me.“Where’s Thomas?” No one answered. I kept walking. Will stepped in front of me.“Jamie…”“Where is he?”“Wait a second.”I tried to get past him, but he grabbed my arm.“Don’t go in yet.”My heart skipped a beat.“Let me go.”“Jamie, just…”“Let me go, damn it!”I yanked my arm out of his grip

JAMIEThe carriage stopped.It took me a second to realize it. The wheels had stopped turning a while ago; I simply hadn’t noticed, too lost inside my own head, reliving for the hundredth time the weight of Thomas in my arms.I pushed the curtain aside with two fingers and looked outside.Silverhowl.Towers of pale stone rose against the gray morning sky, surrounded by gardens so perfectly maintained they looked too artificial to be real. An ornate iron gate stood open ahead of me, and just above it, carved directly into the stone, was the same symbol I had been carrying folded inside my coat for three weeks.A wolf’s head.Two moons.The same seal I had found beneath my father’s hand.My jaw tightened.Beautiful, I thought, with so much contempt that it almost hurt.Beautiful enough to hide what it really was.I got out before the coachman could finish opening the door, grabbed my backpack with my notebooks, a few belongings, and what little remained of my old life, and walked toward

JAMIEThe professor continued the lesson, his voice firm and controlled, without a hint of warmth.He explained that his subject was defense and that, in the next class, he would take us to the academy’s training grounds for our first practical assessment.That caught my attention.Finally, something interesting.I could already imagine the relief of putting all my frustration into a fight. I wanted to hit something. I wanted these wolves to see exactly what the new girl was capable of.A small smile tugged at my lips.They were going to be surprised.“I want to know if you’re prepared,” the professor said, his eyes moving slowly across the room. “Whether you’re actually paying attention or simply taking up a seat.”No one answered.No one dared.I remained focused, observing everything—the lesson, his rigid movements between the desks, the whispers around me, and especially the boy from the hallway.I finally had his name.I heard one of the she-wolves call him from across the room,