Claww_Dina

(WSA NEWBIE ENTRY 2025)
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"You can’t hide from me forever" 

Adrian Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of Ravenshire High, has everything—power, respect, and a reputation that makes even the strongest shifters submit. 

But when a new student arrives, something about him feels… off. Too slender. Too soft. Too familiar.  

Fiona Evans is playing a dangerous game. Disguised as a boy, she must blend in, keep her secret, and avoid drawing attention—especially from Adrian. 

But fate is cruel, and after one accidental kiss, the Alpha is obsessed.  

"I’ve been watching you."  
"Y-You’re imagining things."  
"Am I?"  

The more Adrian pushes, the harder Fiona fights to keep her secret buried. But when sparks fly and instincts take over, she realizes one terrifying truth:  

You can’t trick fate.  

And you can’t escape an Alpha who’s already claimed you as his.

The Enemy Who Loves Me

Upstairs, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the tension of the day. But it didn't cleanse the weight of my mother's expectations. The suffocating reality of my mission.

By the time I stepped out, steam curled around me like a ghostly embrace.

I dressed—a red crop top, black mini skirt, heeled boots. Bold. Confident. Untouchable.

Leaning toward the mirror, I applied my makeup with precision.

By day, I was the perfect soldier. By night, the night was mine.

I slipped out onto the balcony, took a breath, then leapt down, landing smoothly.

A taxi ride later, I arrived at an upscale bar. Dim lighting. Plush seating. A soft hum of conversation. Perfect.

As I made my way inside, I felt it.

Not admiration. Not casual interest.

Settling into a seat at the bar, I traced the rim of my glass, gaze shifting subtly to the reflection in my drink.

VIP section. Relaxed. Whiskey in hand.

His sharp blue eyes locked onto me.

Layer by layer, as if peeling away the disguise with a single glance.

I forced my grip to relax on the glass. He doesn't know. He can't.

Adrian took a slow sip of whiskey. His gaze didn't waver.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

Gulping down my drink, I ignored his gaze, letting the alcohol burn down my throat.

"Hello, pretty," a man leered, his voice thick with sleaze.

I barely spared him a glance. "Vanesssaaa," I drawled, winking.

"Your name is as beautiful as you are."

"You done?" I deadpanned. "You can go."

His flirty grin faltered. I left him standing there, unimpressed.

A firm grip caught my waist before I could stumble.

Not Adrian's. But striking all the same.

"You okay?" His voice was deep, smooth.

I tried to step back, but his hold didn't loosen.

A frown tugged at my lips. "Sir, if you could let me go—"

"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be left alone," he interrupted, his grin wide. Too wide.

"Let me go," I said, voice sharper now.

He chuckled. "Come on, don't be like that, baby."

His breath reeked of whiskey and cheap cigars.

I shook my head, blaming the alcohol for my imagination.

"Leave me alone!" I wrenched against his grip.

"She said let her go. Are you deaf?"

A voice cut through the tension.

And met Adrian Morreti's piercing gaze.

CHAPTER 5