May_Evans

My 19th birthday was supposed to be perfect. Instead, it became the day my world fell apart. Picture this: Me, walking in on my boyfriend Darian tangled up with Scarlet, my so-called best friend. Talk about a birthday surprise, right? Heartbroken and furious, I ran into the woods, desperate to escape. That's when things got really strange. It was time for my werewolf transformation, but something went terribly wrong. Pain ripped through me as I got stuck halfway between human and wolf. There I was, alone and scared, thinking this was how I'd die. But then he showed up. A massive gray wolf with eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. I couldn't believe it. Niko Kaine Silverbane, the Alpha King in the flesh. Kaine helped me complete my shift, but that was just the beginning. Something sparked between us, a connection I couldn't explain. It was electric, intense, and a little bit terrifying. Next thing I know, I'm trying to save my ex friend, enrolled at Banes Academy, surrounded by other young werewolves. That's where I learned the truth: Kaine and I are destined mates. Me, the orphan girl, fated to be with the most powerful Alpha in the country. It sounds like a fairy tale, right? Wrong. Turns out, being the Alpha King's mate comes with a target on your back. Enemies are everywhere, including faces I once trusted. And Kaine? He's got secrets darker than a moonless night. Now I'm racing against time to master my newfound powers and stand beside Kaine against the forces trying to tear us apart. But as the danger grows, so do my feelings for him. Will I find the strength to become the Alpha Luna I'm meant to be? Or will the darkness consume us both?

Claimed by the Alpha Professor

I shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair, my mind racing as I tried to process everything that had happened in the last hour. The sterile smell of the infirmary made my nose twitch. To my left and right, Jeremy and Tom sat on their beds, rubbing their arms where Tiffany's nails had dug in earlier.

"Aria, what's the deal with that girl?" Jeremy asked, his brow furrowed. "Those nails of hers are like claws."

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. The truth about Tiffany's past was too painful, too private to share. "She's... been through a lot," I said carefully. Her long nails were likely a requirement of her work; a job as a prostitute that life had forced upon her. By the moon goddess! She looked so young, and yet, life had dealt her such harsh blows. Nine months working as a prostitute, I couldn't fathom the horrors she had faced at the hands of those unhinged men, night after night.

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