"Sorry." I apologised to the guy I'd just bumped into, cursing while straightening my bag and chiding myself."Watch where you're going." He groaned before disappearing into the crowd.I was walking to class but I had been absent minded. I was thinking about him, my roommate and it surprised me because I wasn't the type to always fawn over guys but there was just something about him that had me thinking. Was it because of his shredded abs and ruggedly masculine features, or the way his blue eyes roved over me, or the way his deep voice instantly calmed my nerves, I couldn't tell.Chiding myself, I reminded myself that I had a mate before hurrying to the lecture hall. I walked into the throng of students and slipped inside before making my way towards an empty seat towards the back before setting my bag down with some relief. I settled into my chair and opened my notebook, but that was when I heard the conversation behind me.A group of girls were speaking excitedly among themselves ab

Liya.James's question hung in the air. Did I always attract trouble? Well, maybe. But in my defense, trouble usually found me, not the other way around. Like the triplets…I wondered if they had forgotten about me already. Well, I’d have to answer the question of if they really cared about me in the first place. If they did, they wouldn’t have treated me like a prisoner.Perhaps James was right, maybe I had a penchant for attracting trouble after all.I rolled my eyes, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "Maybe it's my magnetic personality," I teased, bumping my shoulder against his playfully.James chuckled, the tension dissipating slightly. "Magnetic, huh? More like a giant neon sign that screams 'easy target.'""Hey!" I swatted at his arm playfully."Maybe it’s trouble that actually finds me?"He raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Or maybe you're just looking for it.""Me? Looking for trouble?" I scoffed. "Why would I do that?"James studied me for a moment, a flicker of something u

Liya.Weeks bled into months, and the once chaotic hustle and bustle of academy life had settled into a familiar rhythm. Classes, training, and dodging the questionable culinary creations of the school cafeteria (seriously, who puts pickles on pizza?).Not like I was a culinary master myself, but food was the only compensation for being in the academy, at least we deserved a proper meal.My wolf and I, we were a team. Well, mostly, except when she missed our mates, which was more often than not. I had to constantly remind her that they weren’t exactly good to us, but she insists they could be redeemed.The whole 'moon wolf' thing, was still a work in progress. Training went well, sometimes. I could tap into bursts of incredible strength and speed; my senses were sharper than ever before. But control? Let's just say it was a bit of a hit-and-miss situation.Most times, my moon wolf powers were exhilarating, unpredictable, and a guaranteed way to break something valuable… Or someone's n

Liya.The days blurred into nights, then nights back into days. Now, I was constantly exhausted, and muscles were always sore. and the occasional crater left in the training ground courtesy of my overwhelming moon wolf powers.Grueling training sessions became my new normal, the same cycle of dodging, lunging, and unleashing the raw power that thrummed within me.I was getting used to life in the academy, I even had a routine. Go to class, spend some time in the library, then meet Mr. Harry for my training, while avoiding James.He had been acting strange around me, after our last conversation about if I knew him. I racked my brain for days, trying to recall everything I might have forgotten, but of all the memories that came rushing in, none included knowing him or remembering whom he was to me.I tried to cajole him to tell me the truth, rather than just continue to act like there was something he expected of me but was somewhat disappointed when he didn’t get it. The training was a

Liya…I paced the room, trying to process Jame’s revelation. The air crackled with electricity as the realization dawned on me. Jameson Davies. The son of the Beta, I vaguely remembered from my childhood. The missing piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place.I now realized why I had no idea who he was, a lot had changed about him. He was much older and had grown to be his own person. Also, he was well-built, compared to the lanky looking James everyone knew.“I can’t believe it’s you, you should have just told me your real name, I would have easily remembered you, rather than make me rack my brain, while feeling like I disappointed you.”“Well, you did disappoint me,” James smirked.“I wished you had told me sooner. No wonder I felt so comfortable with you. It’s because we’ve known each other already.”"Jameson," I repeated, the name tasting strange yet familiar on my tongue. "I… I don't believe it. You've changed so much."A wave of emotions washed over me – shock, disbelief, a