The Alpha Heir's Fake Mate
We are a sad little collection of misfits – a nervous redheaded girl who looks like she’s trying to dissolve into her own boots, two stocky guys from the western territories, and me.
“Listen up, rookies,” Magnus says, stepping down from the dais and pacing a line in the gravel directly in front of us. “Your first year at Eclipse Alpha is a meat grinder. To ensure you don’t accidentally incinerate yourselves or get slaughtered during the basic field exercises, you are being assigned senior student mentors. They will guide your studies, they will protect your asses in the wild, and if you lose control of the shadow resonance, they are legally authorized to put you down permanently. Do not make
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