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

I wasn't alone in my cage. Not really. There were always the whispers.

At first, I thought they were just other prisoners—murmuring prayers, begging gods that had stopped listening centuries ago. But the whispers came even when no one moved. They came from the walls.

"…the choice will break the earth…"

They weren't words exactly. More like impressions, tattooed into my brain.

You don't belong here, one of them said.

I pressed my hands to my ears. "I didn't ask to be here."

"You were always meant to be between them."

I curled tighter in the corner, tears slipping down my face.

But the whisper just laughed. Cold. Feminine.

"They'll kill each other for you."

Eventually, they came again. But not to feed us. Not to clean. Not to choose.

Becoming A Prey