LOGINAISHA’S POV
I had already climbed far, but I was nowhere near the top.
I knew that the moment I stood by the tall window in the councilman’s estate, watching the city before me. I reminded myself that this view was temporary. Everything about this place was temporary. Including the man behind me.
“Come back to bed,” Councilman Roen said lazily. His voice was thick with sleep.
Bastard. He had no idea I was using him, huh?
I turned with a soft smile I had practiced for years.
“In a moment,” I replied sweetly. “I wanted to enjoy the morning, darling”
He liked that about me. That I seemed gentle and grateful for everything he’d done for me.
I hated him.
He was soft in every way that mattered. He was a high ranking council man but too hungry for validation. He was desperate to feel powerful. I guessed that’s why he liked young girls like me. He liked to parade me at gatherings, liked how other men looked at me, liked that he could say I belonged to him. I played my role perfectly. I laughed when he spoke. I touched his arm when he boasted. I listened as if his words mattered.
Inside, I stripped him down to his weaknesses piece by piece.
He was not my destination. He was a step.
I had learned young how power really worked. It wasn’t through strength alone, but through desire. You had to stroke their egos especially. Men wanted to be seen. They wanted to be admired. They wanted to believe they were chosen.
I gave them that illusion and took what I needed in return.
I did not stay where power was in one corner. I moved where it was forming.
That was why the whispers caught my attention.
It started at a private lunch with the noble women. Women leaned close as they whispered.
“Did you hear?” one of them murmured. “A savage rogue girl was dragged into the prestigious Academy.”
“They say she’s feral,” another added, laughing softly. “That the Alpha’s sons will break her.”
“She’ll be entertainment,” someone said. “Nothing more.”
I stirred my drink slowly, listening without reacting. But inside, my mind was spiraling.
The Academy. That was not a coincidence.
The Academy was not just a school. It was a proving ground. A place where future leaders were shaped, tested, and broken if necessary. And right now, something was changing there. I could feel it.
Then the names were spoken. Ken. Darren. Percy.
The Alpha brothers.
Even the room shifted when their names came up. Voices dropped. Smiles turned careful. Everyone knew them. They were the heirs of the most powerful pack alive. People said they were cruel. Others said they were fair but merciless. But they all agreed on one thing - one of them would dominate the future council.
And suddenly, everything became clear.
This was not about a rogue girl. This was about power being tested.
I sat back as my thoughts kept racing. The Academy was where the future was being decided. And if the triplets were there, then that was where I needed to be.
I did not want one Alpha. I wanted leverage over all three.
I imagined it easily. I’d be queen if I could get their attention. I knew how to do that. I’d spent my teenage years learning how to tempt men so I could get what I wanted.
The rogue girl meant nothing, whoever the hell she was. I would break her. All I needed was to get into the school.
Sadly, the Academy was for elite bloodlines. And I did not qualify…not on paper.
Once, I had been a rogue too. I was in a pack but I realized that I wanted more. So, I fought my way out. I survived by becoming useful, by becoming desirable.
That was how I ended up here as a kept mistress. I was what you could call a beautiful secret. It was humiliating, yes. But it was also temporary.
And I wanted more. So I made my move.
I forged documents late at night. I altered lineage records, inserted old names. I seduced information out of the right mouths, listened carefully, remembered everything. I flattered an admissions official until he felt important enough to overlook details. I subtly blackmailed another, letting him know I had copies of letters he would rather the council never saw. I leaked a quiet secret at the right time, forcing approval to avoid scandal.
By the time my name appeared on the acceptance list, it belonged there.
No one questioned it.
When I saw it, I smiled to myself in the mirror. This was what I did best.
I left the councilman without looking back. I didn’t even tell him goodbye. I didn’t care about him. He was just a means to an end. He would mourn, complain, and replace me within weeks. Men like him always did.
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The Academy gates were so tall. The gates were filled with ancient symbols. The place was guarded by men who did not smile.
As I stepped onto the grounds, I felt the shift immediately. Power lived here. I could feel it inside me.
I took everything in. The guards and their patterns. The wards around the place,. The teachers who mattered and the ones who didn’t. The students who walked with confidence and the ones pretending to.
I masked myself perfectly. Inside, I was already deciding who would fall first.
I joined a group of popular girls near the central courtyard. They welcomed me easily. I laughed when they laughed. I listened as they talked about rankings, alliances, and rumors.
“I heard the triplets barely speak to anyone,” one girl said. “Unless they want something.”
“That’s fine,” I replied “Everyone wants something.”
They smiled, not realizing how true that was.
Then I saw her. My breath caught. I had to make a double take to make sure I wasn’t dreaming or imagining things.
Zana.
I recognized her instantly. Only this time, she looked different. She looked cleaner, softer maybe, but it was her.
We had been in the same rogue pack. Her father had been the rogue king. She had always been powerful. I remembered Zana running free in ways I never could. I hated her for that.
This academy was for elites only.
What the hell was she doing here?
Chapter 110: The Sigil BurnsThe arena held its breath.Thousands of people, and not one of them made a sound. The tournament, the scores, the house rivalries — all of it had evaporated the moment I'd spoken Lucius's name with that voice that didn't feel entirely mine and yet was more mine than anything I'd ever said before. They could all feel it, even the ones who had no idea what they were feeling — the particular atmospheric shift that happens when something ancient wakes up in a room full of people who didn't know it was sleeping.Lucius rose from his chair slowly. Unhurried. The sigil beneath his hand pulsed once more as he lifted it, dark and deliberate, and then it spread — not visibly to most eyes, but I felt it moving beneath the arena floor like ink bleeding through wet paper, threading itself through the enchanted stonework in patterns that had been laid there long before today.He had built this into the arena itself. Into the structure of the tournament. Months of prepar
ZANA’S POVThe individual magical assessment was the stage I had thought most about.Each competitor came forward in turn and demonstrated their primary magical ability before the three judges, who scored on control, power, and integration — meaning how naturally the magic moved with the person rather than against them. Most students performed confidently, the kind of practiced, polished displays that came from years of formal training and regular encouragement.When my name was called, the noise in the arena dropped noticeably. Not to silence — there were too many people for that — but to something lower, more attentive. Waiting.I walked to the center of the arena floor alone.I stood there for a moment in the space where the crowd's attention pressed in from every direction, and I felt my wolf rise inside me — not aggressively, not with the desperate urgency of someone trying to prove something, but simply present, simply ready, the way she'd been trained to be since before I could
ZANA’S POVThe arena was unrecognizable.I had stood in this space dozens of times over the past weeks — for training, for preliminary rounds, for the maze event that had nearly swallowed me whole — and none of those times had prepared me for what it looked like now. Every seat was filled. Every tier, every platform, every available space packed with bodies — students in house colors, academy staff in formal grey, court nobles in expensive dark fabric, personal guards stationed at intervals around the outer ring like decorative reminders of who held the real power here.The noise was enormous. A living, breathing wall of sound that pressed against my wolf instincts the moment I walked through the competitor's entrance with the rest of House Varen. My wolf didn't like crowds at the best of times. Today she tolerated it with grim, focused discipline, ears flat, attention sharp.Jessie walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed. She hadn't said much since we'd assembled outside
The morning events went well.Better than well, actually. The individual combat assessment was the kind of challenge I'd spent my whole life accidentally preparing for — fast, unpredictable, requiring improvisation rather than rehearsed technique. I moved through it cleanly, efficiently, without thinking too hard about anything except the immediate problem in front of me. My Lunae mark was warm against my ankle throughout, not painful, just present — like a hand resting against my back.The magical endurance challenge was harder. It tested sustained magical output over thirty minutes of consecutive casting, and my magic, never exactly obedient, wanted to surge rather than sustain. I spent the first ten minutes fighting my own power before I remembered what Rhea had taught me in the greenhouse — redirect, don't contain — and shifted my approach entirely. After that, it was easier. Not easy. Easier.House Varen posted the highest combined score of the morning session. Cael looked at me
Chapter 108: The Morning of the FinalsI woke up to Jessie banging on my door.Not knocking. Banging, with both fists, the particular frantic energy she reserved for emergencies and situations she found unbearably exciting, which to Jessie were often the same thing."Zana. Zana. Get up. You need to see what's happening outside."I was on my feet before I was fully awake, wolf instincts pulling me upright before my mind had caught up, heart already racing. I crossed the room and pulled the door open to find Jessie standing in the corridor in her pajamas, eyes enormous, hair still half-braided from the night before."What happened?" I said immediately."Nothing bad," she said quickly, reading my expression. "Nothing bad, I promise. Just — come look."I followed her to the window at the end of the dormitory corridor, and when I looked out, I understood immediately why she'd come running.The academy grounds had been transformed overnight.The tournament arena, already impressive in its u
ZANA’S POVLucius walked in with two of his advisors, and the room responded to him the way rooms always did — a ripple of awareness moving through every wolf present, something instinctive and deep, the particular deference that an Alpha of his power commanded without asking for it. Students straightened. Conversations halted. Even the professors at the head table seemed to adjust themselves slightly.I kept eating. My wolf growled low inside me, every instinct sharpening to a point.He didn't look at me immediately. He moved through the room at a measured pace, pausing to exchange pleasantries with a cluster of noble students near the front, speaking briefly with two professors who had risen to greet him. Easy, unhurried, completely comfortable in a space that belonged to someone else.Then his eyes found mine across the room.He smiled. Warm, paternal, the smile of a man utterly confident in his own position. He inclined his head slightly, the barest acknowledgment, like I was some







