The Lupinemere Academy; The She-wolf & Her Alphas

Camryn is no ordinary girl, a newly turned werewolf haunted by a terrible mistake that has made her a target for ruthless hunters. Sent to Lupinemere Academy to learn control and hide from danger, she soon finds herself drawn to four powerful alphas: - Jax, the natural-born leader. - Isaac, the kind-hearted golden boy. - Kian, the silent and mysterious fighter. - Aiden, the rebellious rogue. Each awakens a different side of her but only one can stand by her as they face an ancient prophecy that could save or destroy them all. With everything at stake and tensions rising, will Camryn choose the alpha who will rule beside her or watch the pack crumble under the weight of her choice?

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Chapter 6

Chapter 5.

Camryn.

It was dark. The trees were tall and thick around me. My feet pounded against the forest floor as I ran, breathless. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't even know why I was running, only that something was behind me.

Something fast.

Something dangerous.

Branches scratched at my arms and face but I didn't stop. My heart was racing, chest burning. The sound of footsteps or paws, crunched loudly behind me.

Then I tripped.

I hit the ground hard, rolling onto my side. I scrambled to get up but before I could...

I woke up.

Gasping, I sat straight up in bed. My sheets were soaked with sweat and my hair clung to my forehead. My hands trembled as I looked around the dark room.

Just a nightmare.

Just a dream.

Heather groaned from the other side of the room. "Seriously? I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry," I whispered, my voice still shaky.

She rolled over and didn't say anything else. I didn't blame her, I wouldn't want to be woken up either. But I couldn't shake the feeling from the dream. It had felt so real, like I'd actually been there. Like something had really been chasing me.

I wiped my face with the blanket and lay back down, staring at the ceiling.

Sleep didn't come again.

I stayed like that until morning while my thoughts kept spinning.

When the sun finally came up, I was relieved. It was Saturday. No classes, no training, no fake smiles. I wouldn't have to go to class looking like a zombie.

I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom, glancing at my reflection.

I looked like I hadn't slept all week.

And maybe, in a way, I hadn't.

Everything here was strange. The school, The people. There's a lot that doesn't make sense since I got here.

And that dream... it didn't feel like the last one I'd have.

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Later that day, I decided to go for a run. My thoughts were spinning and I needed to clear my head.

I changed into a white cropped hoodie and black leggings, tied my hair into a loose ponytail and stepped outside. It was quiet-peaceful.

I took off down the path behind the school leading to the forest. The wind brushed against my skin as I jogged. For a moment, it felt like I could breathe again.

Then I noticed someone sitting alone beneath one of the tall trees ahead. From a distance, I couldn't see clearly, but as I jogged closer, the figure became familiar.

Kian.

He sat with his back against the trunk, long legs stretched out in front of him. A book rested in his hands and strands of his dark hair fell across his face. He didn't even look up.

"I can see you watching me," he said quietly, eyes still on the page.

"Oh... sorry," I said, caught off guard. "Hi."

He finally glanced up, his face unreadable as always.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied without emotion.

I gave a small shrug. "I needed air. This place gets suffocating sometimes."

"This is my quiet spot," he said, tone calm but clear. "And right now, it's not very quiet."

I nodded slowly. "Well... I didn't know. I'll leave you to it."

He nodded slightly, then looked back at his book, clearly not in the mood for small talk.

I turned to go but hadn't taken more than two steps when I heard him again.

"Wait."

I stopped and looked over my shoulder.

He was standing now, staring at me with sharp eyes. He stepped forward, slowly and before I could say anything, he reached for the hem of my hoodie and lifted it slightly.

"Don't touch me," I snapped, slapping his hand away.

"I'm not trying to touch you," he said, voice calm but serious. "I saw something."

I looked down and froze.

The edge of my scar, the small red X on my stomach, had peeked out from under my hoodie.

My heart skipped.

"Oh," I whispered, quickly pulling my hoodie down.

"How did you get that?" Kian asked, eyes now locked on mine.

"I... I don't know," I said quickly.

"You're lying."

"What?" I blinked at him.

"That mark, it's not just a scar. Was it from an attack? Does it burn? Tingle? Do you feel it at night?"

His questions came fast and firm, like he wasn't just guessing. Like he knew something.

I thought about that night in the woods, the shift, the chase, the blood. The memory made my stomach turn. But I couldn't tell him about that.

"No," I said, trying to sound casual. "It's nothing."

Kian didn't believe me. I could see it in his eyes.

"You need to be careful," he said quietly. "If it's what I think it is, they're already watching you. And they'll come."

I took a step back. "What are you talking about? Who's 'they'?"

He didn't answer. Just stood there, staring at me like I was a puzzle he couldn't figure out.

I turned away and started walking. His words followed me.

"They'll find you, Camryn."

I didn't stop.

I didn't look back.

But I couldn't stop the chill that ran down my spine.

What did he mean?

Who was coming?

And what was this scar really?

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Horror Modern Romance

7.7

Claimed By The Coldhearted Sterling Heir

7.7

I was kneeling on the warped linoleum of my trailer, packing my life into a trash bag, when the predatory purr of a luxury SUV echoed through the thin walls. I thought it was a raid, but it was something much worse. Julian Sterling, a federal prosecutor in a charcoal suit, stepped into the mud and bought me from my alcoholic stepfather. He didn't use cash; he used a list of felonies and a legal settlement to trade my freedom for my stepfather's silence. "Throw it away," Julian ordered, pointing at the bag containing everything I owned. I watched my sister's stuffed bear fall into an oil puddle as he forced me into a world of cold leather and silence. By the time we reached Boston, Faith Vance was dead. He forced me to sign papers changing my name to Elara, erasing my past to fit a narrative of Swiss boarding schools and high-society breeding. The horror didn't stop there. The family patriarch, Arthur Sterling, looked at us with hawk-like eyes and issued a command that turned my blood to ice. To avoid scandal, Julian and I were to be introduced as "Brother" and "Sister." Julian's jaw tightened until a vein throbbed in his temple, and when he finally called me "Sister," the word sounded like a curse. I was a prisoner in a mansion with bars on the windows, caught between a "brother" who loathed my existence and a cousin who tried to assault me in my own room. They dressed me in silk armor and expected me to be a doll, a manageable piece of a legacy I never asked for. I sat at a dinner table worth more than my hometown, swallowing oysters that tasted like salt and iodine, while Julian created a physical barrier between me and the wolves. Under the tablecloth, I reached out and squeezed his clenched fist. His fingers uncurled and captured mine in a grip so crushing it felt like a pact signed in the dark. I have a jagged shard of glass in my pocket and five thousand dollars a month to hoard. Julian says the law is a weapon that breaks weak people, but he's about to find out that I'm not a lamb. I'm a survivor, and I'm ready for the casualties.

Billionaire Horror Modern

9.3

His Political Lie, My Shattered Love

9.3

My husband, a rising political star, begged me to reconcile. I thought our love story was real. It was a lie, a public spectacle designed for his political gain and my systematic destruction. On our anniversary, I found a group chat on his tablet. He and his mistress were laughing about how predictable I was, calling me a "naive fool" for believing his promises. The cruelty escalated from there. He poisoned my food, publicly humiliated me at a charity auction that left me bankrupt, and even had me whipped in his family's basement as a twisted form of punishment. The final blow came when I overheard him plotting my murder. He planned a "tragic hiking accident" at a remote cliff during a storm, a perfect crime to make me disappear forever. But I turned his murder plot into my own escape. I faked my death and started over as a baker in a quiet town. A year later, he found me, haunted by regret, but his final act of redemption-and the true cost of my freedom-was something I never saw coming.

Horror Mystery Romance

7.6

Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret

7.6

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Billionaire Horror Modern

8.4

The Billionaire widowers Last Wife

8.4

They say marrying Cassian Blackmoor is a death sentence. Seventeen wives. Seventeen funerals. One widower no one can explain. They call him cursed. They call him dangerous. Some call him a murderer who hides behind wealth and silence. But no one can prove anything - and no one dares accuse a billionaire who buries his wives with the same calm devotion he once loved them with. Eloise Laurent knows the rumors. She knows the whispers. She knows the stories about the widower whose brides never live long. Instead, she falls for him. For the quiet sadness in his eyes. For the way his voice softens only for her. For the way he loves like he's terrified of losing her. And maybe he should be. But when she discovers a hidden grave bearing her own name, Eloise realizes something far worse than rumors is waiting for her inside his house.

Billionaire Horror Modern Romance

7.0

The Disposable Bride's Deadly Secret Identity

7.0

My debt-ridden uncle sold me to the Romero mafia family to save his own skin. I was forced to marry Emiliano Romero, a man known to the underworld as "The Ghost"—a rumored monster who supposedly tore his last two caretakers apart. My aunt and cousin delighted in my misery. My cousin came at me with a razor, leaving a nasty bruise on my face, while my aunt bleached my hair to make me look like a cheap, disposable doll. When the Romeros arrived, they didn't even pretend to want a daughter-in-law. "The Family needs a nobody whose death won't start a police report." They just wanted a clueless victim to sign a pre-nup and die quietly. They shoved me down a sterile hallway and locked me inside a fortified, padded cell with a man wrapped in heavy chains. They all thought they were sacrificing a helpless, terrified lamb to a madman. They laughed at my tears, completely convinced I was just gutter trash waiting to be slaughtered. But they had no idea I was a highly trained undercover operative. Listening to their arrogant whispers, the pieces finally clicked. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer—he was a prisoner being drugged and framed by his own blood. I drained my uncle's bank account to buy a neurotoxin antidote, dropped my pathetic, trembling disguise, and stepped calmly into the monster's cage. I wasn't here to be their victim. I was here to save him.

Horror Mafia Mystery

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