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

"Let's go home," I said, grabbing Jake's backpack off his shoulder before he could protest.

His eyes widened slightly. "Wait… together?" His voice held genuine confusion.

I shrugged. "Yeah. I drop my friends off regularly."

I caught the way my friends snapped their heads toward me, their expressions ranging from disbelief to amusement. When, exactly, had I ever dropped anyone off? I almost smirked at their reaction.

Jake hesitated, clearly unsure of how to respond. I didn't give him the chance.

"Let's go." My tone left no room for argument.

We reached my car, sleek and polished under the fading sunlight. I unlocked it with a click and turned to him. "Where do you live?"

Jake tensed. "Ehmm… I can go myself." His voice was colder now, guarded.

I narrowed my eyes. He was hiding something. The hesitation, the way his fingers twitched slightly—he didn't want me knowing where he lived. That only made me more determined.

"I must drop you off," I said firmly. Then, raising an eyebrow, I added, "If not, we're not friends anymore."

I watched his face carefully, searching for a reaction. His lips parted slightly as if caught off guard. Was he nervous? Annoyed? Or just suspicious of my sudden insistence?

He clenched his jaw, probably debating whether arguing was worth it.

"Well?" I crossed my arms. "What's it gonna be?"

CHAPTER 19