lucy_mumbua

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.

My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.

And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.

Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man

"Figured as much," he said, eyeing me knowingly. "You know, you only survive here if you follow the rules."

That was new. "What fucking rules? Nobody tells me shit here, and so far, all I've seen is horror after horror."

He just smiled, a humorless smirk. "Well, there aren't any official rules, per se, so I made my own."

I leaned in as he began listing them off.

"One: Act like nothing is weird, no matter what you see."

Great. That was already proving impossible.

"Two: Do whatever you're told because they love tormenting stubborn ones."

"Then why do they still torment Sara?" I cut him off, my voice sharper than I intended. "She does everything they tell her to do."

He tilted his head. "Is she always scared and terrified?"

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