This couldn’t happen again.
I wouldn’t let it happen again.
Not with Dalton. Not with Derrick. Not with anyone.
They weren’t going to own pieces of me that I didn’t give away freely.
I was going to take that power back.
Starting now.
Even if it killed me.
I needed a plan.
Avoid them like the plague. Go to bed after them. Wake up before them. Hell, I’d sleep in a goddamn oak tree if I had to-it’s not like the cold bothered me anyway. I’d glue myself to Reyes until my ears bled from his endless, nasal monologues on Fangar history. I’d become his shadow. His student. His stalker. Whatever it took to keep them away from me.
And never-never-be alone with either of them again.
Perfect solution.
Flawless.
Bulletproof.
I stumbled forward through the underbrush, not sure where I was going-just knowing I had to move. My skin felt too tight. My body too full of something I didn’t know how to name. Like lightning. Like hunger. Like shame.
I was lost in the woods. Literally and figuratively. Running from two boys who’d carved themselves into every waking thought and dream.
Derrick with his smirk, his fire, his electric touch that had no right to feel so good.
Dalton with his stormy eyes, his reckless grin, and his goddamn perfect-
I groaned and slapped a hand over my face.
No. Focus.
I could fix this.
I would fix this.
I had to manage it.
Even if the pull of them made me feel like I was unraveling thread by thread, desire tearing through the seams of who I was and who I was supposed to be.
Because I was Kai of the Golden Bloodline.
And I wasn’t going to burn for anyone.
Not unless I made the match.
Not unless I struck the fu.cking match myself.
KAI POV
By the time I crept back into the room, it was way past midnight.
Not that I’d been watching the time-there was no clock ticking in the woods while I sat up in the trees like some deranged forest goblin, spying on the dorm building. No, I’d just counted the lights as they blinked off one by one, window after window, until only the hallway lamps and a few stubborn lights filtered in the windowsills. Until the dark swallowed the building whole.
I’d waited even longer just to be sure. Climbing down like a paranoid cat and jogging barefoot through the fields to the training complex. I knew the locker rooms would be empty at this hour, so I took my time. The cold water didn’t help. Didn’t rinse away the shame, the heat, the phantom feel of Derrick pressed against me or the image of Dalton moaning my name like a prayer.
I scrubbed my skin until it turned red, then grabbed the only spare set of clothes I could find- some oversized sweatpants and a black T-shirt that didn’t smell like Axe body spray. No idea whose they were. Didn’t care. I threw them on and made the walk of shame back to the dorm, barefoot, damp hair sticking to my cheeks. My skin still tingled in the places they’d touched me, and not in a good way. Like memory had claws.
My feet padded down the hallway like a thief’s. My fingers hovered over the doorknob.
Please be asleep.
Please don’t talk to me.
Please don’t breathe in my direction.
I pushed the door open slowly, just enough to slip in, and scrunched up my eyes in the dark, adjusting to the faint moonlight pouring in from the window.
They were asleep.
Or at least pretending to be.
Both of them lay on the bed like fucking Greco-Roman statues, spread out and naked like they were posing for a sculptor.
Dalton was flat on his stomach, snoring faintly, one leg bent over the covers and his n.a.ked a.ss catching the moonlight like some sort of cursed statue. Derrick was on his back, arms thrown above his head, looking like he owned the f.ucking room.
Unbelievable.
I rolled my eyes. Of course they were sleeping like that. Naked and proud. There was no point hoping they’d develop a sense of modesty, or decency.
Sighing, I tiptoed across the room toward my bed- Clean sheets. That was… surprising.
Maybe Dalton had gotten a flash of conscience and actually changed the linens after his show.
Magic mike show.
I climbed in carefully, tossing the ugly academy shirt to the side and slipping under the covers in just my shorts. My muscles ached. Every inch of me pulsed with exhaustion. All I needed was a few uninterrupted hours of sleep. No drama. No-
My fingers brushed against something under the pillow.
I froze.
What the-
Lace?
I pulled it out slowly, holding it up to the faint light bleeding through the curtains.
Black lace panties.
My black lace panties.
The pair I’d hidden in my drawer back home. The pair that should not have made it into the luggage for this hellhole of a training academy.
“What the f.uck,” I hissed under my breath.
Summer snorted in the back of my mind like this was some fucking comedy special.
‘Don’t freak out,’ she whispered.
‘Do you know anything about this?’ I hissed, fingers twitching around the lace.
‘Me?! A wolf?! Lace panties? Why would I-‘
‘Spill it.’
‘It’s just one pair. Just one! I put it in the trolley before we left, just in case!’
‘Just in case?!’ My voice shot through our link like a scream. ‘You took over my body while I was asleep to sneak lacy underwear into my bag for an all-male academy?!’
‘Nobody was supposed to find them! And we needed them! In case we found our mate-‘
UN-FU.CKING-BELIEVABLE.
Betrayed.
By my wolf.
I sank back into the bed, clutching the panties like they were evidence in a murder trial. Because let’s be real-they kind of were. Evidence that even my own soul, my own ancient ancestral spirit, was working against me.
She went quiet. Sulking.
Good.
I couldn’t even look at the damn lace anymore. I shoved them under my pillow with a sigh and turned onto my side, facing away from the walking disasters beside me. My mind wouldn’t shut off, replaying every cursed detail from earlier. Derrick pressing me against the wall, his scent fogging my head. Dalton’s eyes boring into mine as he moaned for me, touched himself for me, came for me.
I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.
I wasn’t going to cry.
No way in hell.
But Goddess, I was tired. My bones hurt. My skin felt too tight. My thoughts spun like a hurricane with no eye. There was no center. No calm.
Just chaos.
And me.
Alone in a room with two boys who didn’t understand what they’d done to me. What they were doing to me. With every stare, every touch, every word.
They were pulling me apart.
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