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

Not school. Definitely not the boarding house. Not until school was over and people came back.

I decided to kill time by walking around, blending in as best as I could. If I kept moving, maybe I wouldn't feel so exposed. Maybe whatever was watching me wouldn't follow.

I walked for what felt like hours, but the town was… eerie. Too quiet. Too empty. The occasional person I passed barely glanced at me, their expressions blank, almost robotic. I half-expected one of them to snap their head toward me, eyes black as coal, whispering my name in that slow, distorted way horror movies love.

Yeah. I needed to stop thinking like that.

Eventually, I stumbled across a library.

A big, old, gothic type of building—the kind with towering windows and intricate stone carvings. It felt ancient. Like it didn't belong in this town. Like it had been here long before the streets and stores were built around it.

Punishment