The Cursed Alpha’s Dark Obsession.
“Fuck off, Azrael!” I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut.
“So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?” Those cold, green eyes narrowed. “I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of.”
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Everyone dreams of getting into ‘Velmorne Academy’ but it was exclusive to only the Elites. Only those at the top attended, you know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly.
As for the rest of us?
We attended regular colleges or universities. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle—It was a trap.
Eight weeks in, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And the dreams…strange, violent dreams began messing with my mind.
I want to go home, I need to leave this place and its fucked up hierarchy system.
And worst of all?
Azrael—The Alpha prince—has made me his special prey.
I don't know what he wants from me. It makes no sense.
He stalks me. Saves me from bullies. And then, he bullies me.
I fucking hate him.
He's the bane of my existence yet, I keep provoking him.
But the more our paths crossed, the more I’m convinced there was something strange about this school—about him.