The Hidden Alpha
Still… he wasn’t as unbearable as I’d hoped.
Then came the Marking Rite.
Each new recruit stepped forward to receive the academy’s seal—a silver thread of magic burned into the sleeve of the uniform, a visible rank every student wore until they earned the next. Darius himself performed the rite, touching the fabric, his power sealing the stitch with a faint glow.
One by one, boys approached him, their sleeves sparking as they were claimed by Dravenhold.
Then—
“Kael Draven.”
My stomach lurched.
I stepped forward, chin high, trying to project the same confidence every other boy wore so easily. Darius’s gray eyes locked onto mine. For a heartbeat, he studied me too intently, his gaze lingering
Bab Populer