That’s how I stupidly supposed it would be the same. boy was i wrong My entire survival depended on it. One year. Just one damn year to graduate, get my title, and disappear before someone figured out I wasn’t exactly packing in the shorts department. Summer was practically vibrating behind my eyes, pacing like a horny hyena, her voice breathy and full of wicked ideas. “You should’ve let them fight. It would’ve been sooo hot.
The sweat, the growls… the muscles-” “Shut. Up.” “Just saying. Imagine if one of them pinned the other to the floor and grunted a little-” I slammed the drawer shut harder than necessary.
“Not helpful,” I hissed aloud. The last thing I needed was two overtestosteroned Alpha dickheads trying to settle their dominance like we were in a f*****g jungle. If they punched each other, it’d be my ass dragged into the Headmaster’s office. And sure, maybe they’d get punished too, but knowing my luck? I’d get the worst of it.
Disrupting the “peaceful” environment of Fangar Academy was a serious offense. And I just knew Derrick and Dalton were going to be a problem. “You’re welcome,” Summer purred.
“For what?” “We’re going to have such a fun year.” I flipped her off mentally. I was halfway through folding a hoodie when the bathroom door creaked open. Steam poured out like a scene from a cheap vampire flick. I didn’t look up. I refused to look up. Then I did.
And Goddess help me. Dalton stepped out, glistening with leftover shower droplets, completely f*****g naked except for the towel he was aggressively scrubbing into his hair.
Let me clarify. The towel was in his hands, not around his waist. I saw d**k. And not just d**k-pretty d**k. Which was an insult, honestly. Arrogant prick shouldn’t have the nerve to be that well-built.
His body was leaner than Derrick’s, but still cut with the kind of definition that only comes from a lifetime of obsessive training. Like he fought for a living and only rested to f**k. I blinked.
Hard. I turned my eyes toward the closet. Refused to let them drift back. They did anyway. Because I’m human. And alive. And apparently suicidal. “Ohhhh, damn,” Summer moaned.
“We’re so screwed. And not even in the fun way.” My mouth was dry. My hands were sweaty. I hated it. “Goddess give me strength,” I muttered. “Oh she did,” Summer sighed.
“Strength, and an appreciation for veiny Alpha c-” “NOPE.” I focused on my suitcase. My socks. Anything. Dalton didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I wasn’t there, muscles flexing, steam rising off his body like he was posing for a f*****g werewolf calendar. Of course, to him, I was just another guy.
A short, quiet, probably gay guy, but still. “Don’t choke, roommate,” he said casually, his voice rough with post-shower gravel. “I’ve seen a small d**k before, thanks,” I shot back. Dalton laughed like I was joking. Spoiler: I wasn’t. I’ve seen small and big ones. Now a huge one too.
“Well, you’re welcome for the reminder,” he said, finally pulling on a pair of black joggers. They sat way too low on his hips, like his abs were allergic to fabric. From the corner of the room, Derrick chuckled. I glanced over. Another shirtless Alpha leaning on the wall, arms crossed, tattoos on full display like a damn poster child for wolf supremacy.
“Thought you’d pass out for a second,” he grinned. “Didn’t think you were that shy.” “I’m not shy,” I said flatly. “Just prefer when people keep their d***s inside their clothes. You know, where society intended.”
Dalton flopped onto his bed, towel still in his hair, completely unbothered. “It’s just skin, dude.” “Yeah, but it’s attached to you,” I muttered. Derrick raised a brow.
“You always this uptight, Kai?” “Only when I’m forced to live in a f*****g sausage fest.” Dalton barked a laugh. “Careful. Someone’s gonna think you’re into guys if you keep complaining.” I froze for a second.
Then forced a smirk. “Maybe I am,” I said with a shrug. “That a problem?” Dalton blinked. Derrick straightened a little. Then, quickly, Dalton said, “Nah, nah-not at all. Totally cool.
We don’t care, man. We’re, like, totally with the l***q+ community. No judgment.” “Yeah,” Derrick chimed in. “Love is love, man. We just didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”
I held back a snort. It was kind of cute how fast they backpedaled. “No offense taken,” I said coolly. “Just… maybe be mindful before flinging d***s around next time, yeah?”
Dalton grinned sheepishly. “Duly noted.” They both relaxed again. And I… I exhaled. Truth was, I didn’t give a crap if someone thought I was gay. Being gay wasn’t the problem.
The problem was being a girl in a place where I wasn’t supposed to be one. That’s the secret that could get me kicked out, or worse. Pretending to be into guys was a bonus disguise.
If they bought it, good. If they left me alone? Even better. “Cool,” I said, grabbing my jacket. “Glad we’re all so comfortable with each other’s genitals. I’m going to the commons before I have to start a support group.”
As I moved toward the door, Dalton called, “Hey, if you run into any girls who are into brooding, sensitive types, send ’em my way, yeah?” “I’ll send you a bouquet of rejection letters,” I shot back, slamming the door behind me.
“You’re doing great,” Summer said between wheezing laughter. “Really blending in.” “I hate you.” “You hate that you can’t f**k either of them.” “Shut up.” But she wasn’t wrong.
Living with two Alphas who looked like they walked out of a fantasy novel? Torture. Pretending I didn’t have a p***y while doing it? Worse. “Oh Kai! My best friend!” A male voice shouted. Reyes. Fucking perfect.
KAI POV
I had exactly 3.5 seconds of peace after slamming the dorm door shut behind me.
Three and a half seconds of glorious silence.
Then-
An arm-warm, heavy, casual in the way only guys who had zero personal boundaries could manage-slung over my shoulders like we were best buds in a coming-of-age movie.
I tensed.
He didn’t notice.
Of course he didn’t. Reyes had that golden retriever energy. Tail always wagging. Smile always easy. The kind of guy who could throw his arm around a stranger and make it feel like a handshake. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like.
To me? It felt suffocating.
Partly because Summer, the insufferable wolf in my head, started laughing her ass off the second he touched me.
“I’m so hungry I could eat a f*****g bison,” Reyes announced, steering me effortlessly down the hall like I’d agreed to go anywhere with him. “Let’s see what the Alpha Academy has to offer tonight. Maybe they’re sacrificing virgins or serving roasted traitors. Either way, I’m in.”
“You say that like it’s a good thing.”
He snorted. “As long as it’s not tofu, I’m good.”
I side-eyed him. “Pretty sure tofu isn’t on the King Pack menu.”
“Exactly. That’s why we’re here, hermano. The Fangar elite don’t mess around.”
We rounded a corner, passing two other wolves-both of whom gave us a wide berth. Not because we were intimidating (okay, maybe he was), but because Reyes and his pack had a reputation for being unpredictable.
You’d never know what set them off until their wolves were surrounding your pack, ready to take you down.
People didn’t know whether to pet him or run.
Me? I kept my head low and my hoodie lower. The less attention I got, the better.
But maybe an ally like him wouldn’t be the worst thing. A friendship with him could save me from a lot of messed-up situations and nosy people poking into my business.
Reyes could be the key to surviving this year in one piece.
“You always this dramatic before dinner?” I asked, shrugging his arm off as casually as I could.
He didn’t take it personally. Just grinned wider and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Only when I’ve skipped lunch because I was stuck in that damn train.”
Figures.
He walked with the easy confidence of someone who was always at the top of the food chain-and knew it. His dark brown hair was still damp from a late shower, curls bouncing slightly with each step. He wore a navy shirt tight across the chest, sleeves rolled to the elbows like a casual afterthought, revealing tanned forearms marked by thin scars and ink. His smile had that reckless Alpha edge, but there was something boyish under it-something warm that made people let their guard down.
Dangerous combo.
We reached the dining hall doors, already cracked open and buzzing with voices inside. The scent of roasted meat and melted cheese hit me like a freight train.
Summer nearly passed out from excitement.
“Oh my goddess, they have garlic bread,” she moaned.
“Shut up,” I muttered under my breath.
Reyes didn’t hear me. He pushed the doors wide like he owned the place and strolled in like it was his castle.
I hesitated a second too long.
“You coming, Kai?” he called, already halfway to the tables.
I sighed and followed.
The room was massive-vaulted ceilings, dark wood beams, iron chandeliers glowing with soft amber light. Wolves in uniforms and casual gear filled the rows of long tables, most already seated and halfway through dinner. At the center of it all was the King Pack table-elevated slightly, circular, and annoyingly symbolic.
Reyes didn’t go there.
He veered off to the left, sliding onto a bench at one of the standard tables like a regular guy.
Bold move.
I hovered beside him, unsure if I should sit. But before I could awkward myself into another panic, Reyes waved to someone behind me.
“Dalton! Derrick! Over here!”
My heart almost stopped.
No. No, no, no.
The two towering Alphas I was trying to avoid until I could emotionally recover from their whole “shirtless Greek statue routine” were now walking toward me with matching predator smirks.
Derrick was in a black Henley, his tattoos half visible and his eyes bright with amusement. Dalton had gone full savage in a loose tank top and joggers, damp curls falling in his face.
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Instead, Derrick clapped Reyes on the shoulder and nodded toward me. “This one following you around already?”
Reyes laughed. “I told you. He’s my emotional support buddy and best friend now.”
Dalton slid onto the bench across from him and glanced my way. “Hope he’s got thick skin.”
“Thick skull more like it,” Derrick muttered, dropping beside him.
I didn’t sit.
I stood there, frozen, pulse loud in my ears.
Summer whispered, “Don’t freak. Don’t freak. Don’t look at his arms. Don’t-“
I sat.
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