Novel & Cerita Moonstone Academy: Mated To My Lycan Bullies

one Alpha shouted, panic breaking through the chamber. Alphas scrambled back, their fear filling the air like smoke. “They have to stop!” Finn’s expression darkened, jaw tight with fury. Asher’s fists clenched, eyes flickering toward the ceiling. “Why is the Moonstone acting strange?” My chest tightened as I noticed it too, the stone was pulsing, flickering unnaturally. “Stop it!” I screamed at both of them, my voice raw. “Both of you STOP!” My cry broke into silence as Ronan and Ryker’s bodies finished shifting into their towering black wolves.

Fuck, I love her. Then: "Do you, Nyx Monsoon, take Leviathan Blackfoot as your bonded mate and husband? Do you vow to guard him fang and fury, moon and shadow—" "I do," she said. I swear I stopped breathing. I swear the earth tilted. I swear if she had said anything else I would've lost my mind. "I now declare you husband and wife, bonded for life." Silver sparks fell from the witch's hand, spiraling around us, landing in a perfect glowing circle at our feet.

Patience's POV Yvette stood by my side. Though oblivious to the pheromone clashes, she sensed the shifting atmosphere. She said indignantly, "What's this about not having a college degree? Patience graduated from the prestigious Thornmoon Military Academy!" Lionel, recovering from the earlier aura, retorted, "That academy was founded by the Lycan King for royalty to train werewolf warriors and gammas. Don't lie for her sake." "Patience, your friend's as shameless as you are, weaving tales just to save face!"

"We heard Ms. Luneborn suffered mistreatment while visiting the Silvermoon pack. Believe us when we say we were outraged to learn of it! Therefore, we brought a small token of goodwill—something to help you recover, Ms. Luneborn." He gestured to his attendant, who stepped forward and presented a velvet-lined box. Inside lay a shimmering piece of moonstone, which was known to soothe the mind and mend spiritual wounds. The younger Alpha of the Darkmoon pack was far less restrained. Anger flashed in his eyes as he said bluntly, "Falcon Sterling is a disgrace to all Alphas! It's unforgivable to treat Ms. Luneborn that way! "Just say the word, my lord, and the Darkmoon pack will be the first to m

This university was a melting pot of humans, werewolves, and even vampires, but everyone stayed in their own lane. I remembered a night in the library with my human friend, Helen. We had heard a bone-chilling growl from outside. "Is that...?" I had asked, terrified. "Just a wolf shifting," Helen had said casually, staring out the window. "They belong to packs. The most famous one is the MoonStone Pack. It's led by a billionaire’s son. He’s powerful, dangerous, and—honestly—gorgeous" she giggled. The MoonStone Pack? The name stuck in my head like a lifeline. If the school authorities wouldn't protect me, maybe a real Alpha would.

He whispered, “But… I’ve seen you be better to Miss Lynn than to Ann…” I pressed a hand to my forehead and sank back into the leather seat. “That’s because she saved me.” Outside, neon lights flickered, slicing the darkness of the road. For the first time in a long while, I felt… exhausted. Memories hit me in waves. The academy. Moonstone. Young she-wolves faking injuries, scrambling for attention. On a full moon night, some even laid bones in the shape of a heart, desperate for me to notice. One Beta had joked, “Why don’t you just let one get close? They’ll back off eventually.”

She left me alone in the silence, the ghost of Ethan's kiss still burning on my lips. I dressed in my school uniform—a pleated skirt and a crisp white blouse that felt far too tight against my skin, as if my body was still humming from the memory of Ethan. I pulled my long hair back, trying to hide the slight swelling on my cheek where my mother had struck me, and headed out toward the academy. The Silver Moon Academy sat on a hill overlooking the pack lands, a sprawling complex of ancient stone buildings and modern glass wings. It was the premier institution for young wolves to learn control, history, and the complexities of their secondary genders.

Lily's POV The cold phone screen went completely black in Holden's hand. Nobody moved a single inch on the slippery ice rink. The terrifying words from Marcus's dad were still hanging in the freezing air like a bad dream. An entire army of angry rogue wolves was marching toward our little town of Silver Falls right now. They were coming for me. They wanted to take my rare blood by force, open the relic, and burn everything down to the ground. Alpha Thomas looked at the dead phone, his face tightening with pure anger. He turned around to his five big pack warriors. "Go back to the pack house right now. Wake up every single wolf who can fight.

She said, covering me up with duvet. Submitting to her, I laid back on the bed with my head titled upward. “Mate” the word rang in my skull. There was a great fright that was accompanied with trembling in my body. It was hard for me to take in the huge discovery into my dead skull. Never expecting a Lycan to be my mate, take- more of a royal wolf. The moon goddess has succeeded in ruining my life I’m doomed. Was I cursed? Maybe I was birth out of wedlock, cause I found it hard to understand how grievous things keeps happening to me.

The pills I had been taking were not that natural and they surely disrupted my natural cycle. "Let's get you into the water," she approached me like a mighty lycan she was. But Laila didn't want this heat to subside, she wanted to mate with Zilver, and she was done waiting. A threatening growl left my throat before I knew it and I tried to claw her face but she was agile. She shifted into her lycan form and evaded my attack by moving sideways before pouncing to pin me down.