Childhood Sweethearts Werewolf 短篇故事與 Campus 小說

I'd had a crush on my brother's best friend, Ethan—the most powerful Alpha of our Northern Territory—since I was twelve years old. When I was fifteen, I boldly confessed my feelings to him. He laughed and patted my head, casually promising, "When you turn eighteen and shift, if you're my mate, I'll mark you." That offhand promise became my greatest hope for three years. I spent every day waiting for my wolf to awaken, praying to the Moon Goddess that she would designate us as mates. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, after my wolf first awakened, I was shocked to discover that Ethan truly was my mate! Ignoring the intense shifting pain coursing through my body, I immediately shifted into my wolf form and ran toward Ethan's training grounds. I clutched the gift I'd prepared long ago, but instead heard Ethan urgently confessing to his Omega assistant Victoria: "Who would be stupid enough to actually care about a true mate? The bond between her and me is just the Moon Goddess's mistake. I only love you. I'll only mark you as my Luna." The words hit me like silver bullets to the chest. My wolf whimpered in pain, the mate bond burning like acid in my veins. I stood frozen behind the trees, watching the man I'd loved for six years dismiss our sacred connection as if it meant nothing. Later, Ethan introduced Victoria as his "fiancée." When Victoria demanded that I publicly bless their marking ceremony, Ethan remained completely indifferent to my humiliation. "Sylvia should give us her blessing," Victoria announced at the pack meeting, her voice sweet as poison. "After all, she's been like a little sister to Ethan all these years." Every wolf in the room could smell my distress. But Ethan said nothing, refusing to even look at me. When rogue wolves attacked our territory and I was surrounded, Ethan didn't hesitate to scoop up Victoria—who had only a tiny scratch on her finger—and carry her away to find the pack healer. He left me bleeding and alone, silver claws ha

When graduation season arrived, the academy held a bonfire party. During the group photo, I stood next to Hudson. He was the boy I grew up with, and I stood by him just as I always had. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Come on, let the future mates stand together!" I had heard this kind of joke countless times, but the secret hidden deep down still made my cheeks burn. Hudson stood next to me, not saying a word. The photographer started the countdown. The bonfire crackled, and right at that moment, a stray thought broke into my mind. "She's so annoying. Can she just stop clinging to me?" Deep, familiar, and laced with irritation. It was Hudson. I was born with a weak wolf, leaving severe flaws in my mental barriers. Other people's thoughts would occasionally slip into my head through the mind-link. This time, I heard it with absolute clarity. The second the camera flash went off, he turned and walked away from the bonfire. I stood alone in front of the dancing flames for a long time before leaving in silence. Passing by the ancient tree hung with wishing charms, I reached up and took down the wooden piece Hudson and I had once hung together. It had our promise written on it, saying we would get into Blood Moon Academy together. I stared at it for a few seconds, then raised my arm and threw it straight into the roaring bonfire. The wood hit the ashes at the edge of the fire, its edges curling and turning black. This time, I was stepping completely out of Hudson's world.

On the day of our graduation photo at the pack academy, I took my usual place beside Kieran. Someone whistled. “Move over! Leave two spots for them. You wouldn’t split up a pair of future mates, would you?” I’d grown up hearing jokes like that. But when Kieran’s arm brushed my shoulder, I still blushed. He didn’t answer. He just looked at the camera. As the photographer told us to smile and cheers broke out around us, I heard his voice, low beside me. “This is exhausting. Can you stop clinging to me?” My smile froze. I was a half-blood in a werewolf pack, born with red hair and unable to hear the pack’s mind-link. But every word he spoke aloud came through perfectly clear. The flash went off. Kieran was the first to leave. He didn’t look back. I stayed on the lawn until the others had drifted away, then slowly made my way inside. A board in the hallway listed where the graduating students planned to go. A few weeks earlier, I’d pinned my application card for Westbridge Academy beside Kieran’s. He wanted to train there for border command. I’d originally been offered a recommended place at Lakeview Academy. An instructor there had reviewed my assessment scores and said I had a talent for tracking. But Kieran had told me Westbridge offered tracking courses too. So I’d changed my application. Now I reached up and took my card down.

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a stone's throw away—to everyone else, yeah, it kind of looks like that." In that moment, something inside me just... broke. Eighteen years of being by his side, and all he saw was a wolf leeching off her Alpha. I didn't cry. I didn't get mad. I just opened my logbook, calm as anything, and submitted my withdrawal from the pack. They had no idea who I really was. They had no idea I wasn't some leech clinging to anyone for survival. Seven days left until I walked out of Silvermoon for good.

Mia Price, the most beautiful Alpha in the werewolf training camp, said she'd never seen an Omega lose control. So my Alpha childhood friend, Knox Kelly, and a few of his Beta buddies decided to inject me with a rage-inducing serum. Now I was chained to a stone pillar in the middle of the camp square with silver links, the metal burning into my skin. Wolves passed by, jeering. Some threw punches. Others spat. They laughed, saying even an Omega in a frenzy was still weak. For two solid hours, I was humiliated in front of everyone. The silver chains drained every ounce of strength from my body. I could barely stand. Knox just grinned, shrugging it off. "Mia said she wanted to see what an Omega frenzy looks like. It was just a joke, right?" He tilted his head, all fake innocence. "You're not actually mad, are you? We've known each other for so long. You know me. It was just a joke." I stared at him—and the others—in silence. So this was what my dignity was worth to him. Something to be thrown away for a laugh, to impress someone else. After that day, I went back to my Pack. And I awakened a powerful healing ability. But Knox? He lost it. His voice shook through the phone, barely sounding like an Alpha at all. "We said we'd be together forever. So why—why did you leave?"

The night before the final application deadline at the werewolf academy, the senior channel exploded. [Rhett, why did you change your final choice to Northwood Alpha Academy?] [Weren't you supposed to attend Asterfall Academy outside the territory with Avery?] Rhett replied with casual indifference. [So I changed it. She has my login information. Once she sees what I did, she'll change hers too.] [That little shadow has never been able to stay away from me. Do you really think she'd leave me in Northwood alone?] I stared at my phone, my mind completely blank. Beside my open suitcase lay the graduation gift I had chosen especially for Rhett. He did not know I had already seen everything. If he could abandon the future we had planned for Blaire, then I could let go of him and choose a future that truly belonged to me. All those late-night training sessions and the countless territorial planning maps I had drawn had never been only about staying beside him.