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

The moment I tore open his hoodie—

My half-shifted hand, claws mid-air, caught in the pause of pure confusion.

Wrapped chest. Bandages. Tight and purposeful.

But no... there was no scent of blood, no injury—just a soft, unmistakable outline beneath the fabric.

Bulges. Rounded. Firm. Pressed down but not hidden well enough now.

My eyes widened, my heart lurched like it missed a beat. My claws twitched, almost retreating.

My dumbass wolf echoed in my head, stunned stupid.

The words stumbled out of me, choked with disbelief.

No... I could see them, and I sure as hell could smell the truth now that the illusion was cracking.

But still—I needed proof.

Defective Human