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the chubby man said with an excited laugh. As we made our way to the classroom, he went on about the change the villa had undergone, due to the investment from the royal family, thanking and kissing my ass about it. All I wanted was to get to the class, deliver the speech, check if Ellie was doing okay, and leave, but what I was met with was even more shocking. I stood three paces away from the door, watching as Tristian kissed Ellie. I knew it was Ellie because no one else smelled like her, no one else had long black hair like her, and no one else made my body react in a certain way like her.

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

A few girls giggled as I passed, and guys whispered to themselves. Elliot: Is it only me or is there like heavy attention on us right now? Elliot whispered close to me, and I nodded at him. Wasn’t yesterday’s chaos enough? Yes, I married Nessa Stevens. Can we move on? We were finally in front of math class. Elliot was having another subject exam this morning. Me: I’ll see you later, dude. Let’s go home together.

She sat up slowly, her expression dazed, sated. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Detention's over. But this lesson... this is just getting started." _____ The university library was a cathedral of silence and old knowledge. The advanced literature class moved in a hushed cluster through the stacks, a week after the detention incident. Tension hummed between teacher and student like a live wire. Stolen glances in the hallway, the brush of a hand when passing papers, each touch was electric, addictive. Mr. James Throne watched Elena from across the Rare Manuscripts room. She was pretending to examine a first edition of Frankenstein, but her eyes kept drifting to him. She wore a simp

She approached each student with the same passionate approach. After class, Jena and Colton left the classroom in silence, each one deep in thought. The spell was broken only when the din of the street permeated their senses. "That was quite a class," Colton remarked testily. "Yes, it was interesting. But can I ask you a question?" "Shoot." Jena hesitated for a moment and then uttered: "Was Cathy flirting with you? With us?" "Hey," Colton laughed out loud. "I was about to ask you the same question."

He reaches over mid-carve, takes my hand—calloused fingers threading mine with desperate strength, rings clicking soft metal on metal like a vow renewed. We ride tandem—perfect sync, marriage bond burning warm through my chest, fierce, alive, *mine*. The crown flares soft violet and gold, sending aching tingles down my arms like static before the storm that almost took me. **Remy:** “Think the system will let us have a normal semester?” I laugh—loud, free, but it breaks halfway, turns into something closer to a sob. **Celeste:** “Define normal. Classes? Skating? You kissing your wife whenever you want, tasting like coffee and cedar and *home*?”

His eyes locked onto me immediately, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Bennett, you’re late,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Come to the front. We were just discussing themes of submission in classic literature. Perhaps you can help demonstrate.” My heart raced as I walked to the front of the class, feeling every eye in the room on my barely-covered body. Twenty elite students, mostly rich, dominant men, watched with hungry interest. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his desk without being told. “How would you like me to demonstrate?”

she teased, her voice laced with playful amusement. Kate felt a flush creep up her neck. "It was… fine," she mumbled, avoiding Eliza's gaze. The sight of the clearly smitten couple brought back an unwelcome memory – a memory of stolen kisses and whispered promises with Nash, a memory she quickly pushed down. "What's your first class, Kate?" Eliza continued, oblivious to Kate's fleeting discomfort. "Shifter Relations," Kate replied, taking a bite of her toast. "Oh, that's with Professor Grimwood! He's a bit gruff, but he knows his stuff," Eliza chirped. "I can walk you to class if you want."

Adelaide James had his arm wrapped around my waist as we entered the classroom for Elite training. He always held me close, like he was proud to show me off—but at times like this, I hated it. Times when Jane couldn’t stop glaring at me… She always had that same look on her face, like she wanted to burn a hole through me—and I couldn’t blame her for feeling the way she did. She believed in mates, and she believed he was hers. In her eyes, I took what belonged to hers.

Even during breaks, we would discuss assignments together, often drawing teasing whistles from some of the girls in class. Whenever that happened, Ella’s ears would turn red as she whispered an apology to me. I would just lower my head, too shy to meet her eyes. Until one day, after school, she confessed her feelings. Back then, she was tall, fair-skinned, a top student, and clearly bound for WIT. I truly believed I was the male lead in a campus romance, and that she was the girl fate had chosen for me. No one could’ve predicted it would all come to a brutal halt ten years later, on that rainy night.