Kwinn_Angel

Lycanridge Academy is not what they promised.
It's not an equal right society for werewolves and humans, it's a school dominated by werewolves only.
A throne room in disguise — and every student is just another pawn in a ruthless power game.

Mira Dravell has never been special. Just a human girl barely surviving life and criticisms as the daughter of a prostitute. 
She was never supposed to set foot inside a werewolf academy, let alone Lycanridge academy — a werewolf elite school built for the next generation of pack leaders.

But when her brother’s life is on the line, and a gambling debt with werewolves leaves her family helpless, Mira is forced to make a deal.

Fill out an application form for Lycanridge Academy — the elite school for werewolves — Get accepted. Play along.
And they’ll let her brother live.

What they don’t tell her is that the form she fills… isn’t just for the school.

It’s for something darker.
Something buried beneath the academy halls.

A secret brutal Alpha rank program, where only four are chosen.

Three of them are the most powerful Alpha heirs in the region:
Xavier. Kade. Cassian.
Each one more dangerous, more ruthless, and more obsessed with dominance than the last.
And the fourth?

The human mistake.

They expect Mira to stay quiet.
To keep her head down.
To break and worship their feet like all the girls do.

But she doesn’t.

She disobeys. She defies.
She survives every test they throw her way.
And the more she refuses to kneel, the more attention she draws.

Now, the Alphas who were raised to destroy each other…
Have found a new target.
Or maybe a new obsession.

They were never supposed to want her. 
But now they do.

But Mira didn’t come to play their game.
She came to win it.

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“I don’t care who she is,” Xavier growled. “She’s human. She doesn’t belong here.

Cassian stepped in, eyes locked on her lips, slow and hungry. “Then why haven’t you stopped watching her ever since huh?” 

Kade's voice cut through, low and sharp. “Says the one who’s been tracking her scent for days.”

Mira’s back hit the lockers. Warm, hot bodies closing in from all sides.

Xavier. Cassian. Made.

Three Alpha heirs..Three pairs of eyes burning with need and challenge.

One wanted to break her.
One wanted to control her.
One wanted to protect her — and hated that he did.

“You think I’m scared of you?” she asked, chin tilted high, breath steady but heart pounding.

Xavier stepped closer, heat from his body pressing into hers, his voice low and dangerous.
“No,” he said darkly. “We’re the ones scared…
of how far we’ll go to keep you.”

Wanted By Three Rival Alpha's

Immediately the words left Sydney's mouth, as if compelled by the pain and anger she felt, Sydney slapped Chris again. Twice.

Mira winced in pain, shouting before she could stop herself, "Mom!!"

"What?" Her mother glared at her—daggers.

"The mess has already been created!! Beating him won't solve it, will it? And besides, if you're beating him, then what would you do to these stupid Godforsaken greedy wolves who gambled with a child, no less, using his weaknesses against him, huh?" Mira grumbled with a shout—but froze the moment the words left her mouth.

The fuck, Mira?! she screamed inwardly.

And even more so when she felt the temperature in the room drop by several degrees.

Her mum and her brother stared at her in shock, while—worst of all—those bastard wolves, the ones who hadn't even been looking her way before, were now glaring at her with raw, killing intent radiating from them.

"At this point, you're more stupid than your brother!!" her mother growled. "Hurry up and apologize to them."

Before Mira could act on her mother's words, she heard one of the men growl out a cold, deadly, "No need for that."

The intensity of his voice made her tremble.

She couldn't help but ask in fright—she could lower her fucking pride and apologize, she really could—but the fact that he opposed it made her skin crawl. She didn't feel good about this. Not at all.

"You don't want my apology?" she asked him.

The man only smiled darkly in return, his voice low and chilling as he answered, "Of course I don't. Where's the fun in that... when there's something else you can offer, huh?"

Mira froze instantly, a cold sweat breaking out across her spine. Much like her brother had trembled before those wolves, she felt the same dread now. Any deal with werewolves never turned out well. She'd seen it firsthand. She didn't want that for herself. Not again. Not ever.

So she hurriedly blurted, "Offer something? What could I possibly have to offer? I'm just a poor human teenager living a poverty-stricken life—I don't have anything to offer!"

The other three men, also stunned by what their—what seemed like their boss—had just said, chimed in with mocking amusement.

"Yes, boss, what could you possibly want from her?" one of them sneered.

But the man ignored them, his lips curling into a slight sneer before his attention turned back to her. The glint in his eyes—cold, interested, too calm—made Mira's stomach churn.

And then, with a look that made her want to vomit, he said:

His eyes trailed boldly over her body, and for the first time in years, Mira—ever so arrogant, ever so defiant—wanted to shrink back and hide.

"You pretty little thing…" he murmured, "…have much more use than you can think of."

The fright and confusion on Mira's face was outright clear.

And then he toppled it all with three words that made her heart drop—words that made her tremble from head to toe:

A Deal