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Rain returned to Garden Metro like a warning. The skies poured with the kind of relentless weight that made time feel slower, heavier. Elara sat at Damien’s long dining table, flipping through a series of screenshots—screenshots Cassidy never intended anyone to see. Group chats. Secret DMs. Mocking nicknames. Detailed plans on how to isolate classmates. Every line oozed cruelty masked as charm. “You’re telling me she actually made a spreadsheet ranking her classmates by ‘usefulness’?” Elara asked, stunned.

Chapter: 84 ****** ALTAIR: The morning light flooded the University of Elysium's tall windows, but its gentle warmth seemed distant, overshadowed by a heavy silence. As I entered the classroom, my classmates' voices faded into a hushed murmur. All eyes fixated on me, their gazes weighing heavily on my shoulders. Whispers filled the air, carrying morsels of gossip that cut through the atmosphere like sharp knives. "Altair is said to have caused the deaths of Luna's Betas," one voice accused quietly.

Her voice was steady, but I could see her fingers trembling slightly at the edges of the pages. I walked over, my bare feet cold on the stone floor. I looked down at the first page. It was an official bloodline classification document, stamped with the heavy gold seal of the High Council. It looked old, the edges yellowed and brittle, but the ink was still sharp. "What is this?" I asked, though my throat was already tightening. "Read," Elara whispered. "Start at the top." I read. The Noven Bloodline: Classification Tier One. Direct Alpha Lineage.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

They talked about upcoming classes, the strange scholarly intensity of Aurel. I leaned back, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun on my shoulders and the genuine support of the people around me. For the first time, I wasn't just a girl trying to avoid a tragic ending. I was a player. I was surrounded by a Half-Angel, a Fire Prodigy, a Stealth Master, and a Vampire Prince. "To the first victory," Elara raised her glass of golden cider, her gold-dusted eyes dancing. "To the many more to come," Riven added, his voice dropping into that private, intimate register as he caught my eye.

I muttered some words of prayer to the Moon goddess to save me as she's always done, just as she's saved me from the mass destruction of my Pack years ago, leaving me as the only survivor. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, Mr Clark's cologne filled the office and I walked towards the table. “I received your email sir.” I told him and was surprised at how professional I sounded instead of a helpless shaky voice in trouble. “Yes Miss Smith, please have a seat” He tells me jovialy and I relaxed a bit before sitting down. His office was something made out of rich cedar and splash of silver. That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it wa

Elara always saw too much. ~~~~~~ Her room was different from Aria’s soft chaos. Elara’s space was clean. Structured. Shadowy and elegant, like the inside of her mind — dangerous but beautiful. She lit a candle, the flame illuminating the shelves filled with ancient pack texts and her personal notebooks. Kai flopped onto her couch with a heavy exhale. Elara sat across from him. “Talk.” “No.” “You almost shifted in front of everyone.” “So what?” “You know what.”

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if