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“Okay, that was rude of me. You couldn’t be related to my ex. So are you doing anything after class? We could study at my frat house?” Have you ever felt the hairs on your skin stand upright? Well, this was a brand new feeling; I felt like my skin was trying to shrink into my flesh. There’s a level of disgust I never thought I would get to. Apparently, Elio is amazing at teaching me new, horrible things to feel. From pain and heartbreak to disgust and anger. I side-eyed him, then the teacher started speaking. Elio tried to talk to me throughout the class, but I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He didn’t even try to focus. That’s what happens when someone like him doesn’t have someone g

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

"Or built later. Whoever's system this really is, it clearly didn't stop working the day Jonathan buried it." Then the mechanical voice spoke once more, calm and absolute, carrying no trace of the warmth Jonathan's recordings had always held. "Proceed to Level Seven." The elevator doors remained open, patient, waiting. Nobody moved. Elara looked around at the group, at Aurora, at Lucien, at Isaac and Vivienne and Gabriel and Alexander, at Edmund standing quietly at the edge of them all, no longer an enemy, not yet fully an ally, simply another person caught inside a countdown none of them had asked for.

"Derek, don't be mad. If Kathy's so bothered about it, I can give her the credit instead. Don't let this affect your relationship. "After all, I'm not like her. I don't have her education or experience. Someone like me isn't qualified to take on this project." The more she tried to sound modest, the more Derek turned his anger on me. He strode over, snatched the suitcase from my hand, and slammed it onto the floor. Everything spilled out. "I'm telling you right now. Without my permission, you're not going anywhere!" As the suitcase was forced open, a round glass bottle rolled out and stopped at Jocelyn's feet. She picked it up, sniffed it, and immediately put on a disdainful expression.

I replied, trying to keep my tone steady despite the subtle change in my heartbeat after hearing him call me by my name, not by formality as usual. His gaze bore into me, a silent challenge. “Next time, ensure they’re in the main deck. It’s not practical to flip back and forth during discussions.” A hot flush crept up my neck as the other department heads shifted uncomfortably. “Of course,” I murmured. Violet’s voice broke the tension, light but deliberate. “You two seem to work together quite... passionately.” The room stilled. Carlisle straightened, his expression hardening. “We’re efficient.”

The entire place quieted down as all of the prisoners stepped back and watched the whole scene, no words said as they parted like the red sea, as we made our way through and passed the cells, turning into another long hallway where a single cell waited right at the end of the passage. Carter stopped walking and took out a set of keys, unlocking and opened the big silver door, and then looked at me. I glanced at the guards beside me who had nudged me, giving them a long look and I saw them visibly swallow hard as I took steps into the cell. "You can take off your mask. This is your cellmate, Mason," Carter said as I looked at the man who lay on the bed on the one side of the room. He was look

Theodore and I stared at each other like two statues. The she-wolf beside him frowned and gave a soft cough. I came back to myself. I lowered my eyes to the tips of my shoes. The Beta's foot slid into my line of sight, planted between Theodore and me. He tapped his toe lightly, voice flippant. "You think the Alpha hasn't forgotten you? That's why you came running back the second your exile was up?" "Look at yourself. You really think you have a shot?"

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

You look tired. Elara gave a small nod. “Just peachy.” Thanks for having my back and never would I have thought I'd see Jade quiet down without a fight. Cat smiled, It's nothing.I know her type.I’m used to dealing with her type back in Chicago . Suddenly the room quieted as the teacher walked in. The teacher enters. “Class, we’ve got a new transfer student.” Someone mutters at the front seat, “Two new students back to back? What’s going on this week ?.”