All Chapters of The Girl with the Violet Eyes : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucien POVNight has always belonged to me. Not the soft kind humans romanticize. Not moonlight and stars and whispered promises. No. Real night. The dangerous kind. The kind filled with sharp teeth lurking beneath pretty smiles. The kind monsters thrive in. Which is exactly why I prefer it.The academy is quieter after midnight.Most students are asleep. The few still wandering the halls know better than to cross my path. Fear keeps people alive longer.I move silently through the shadows surrounding Ironclaw House, hands tucked into the pockets of my coat as cold wind slips through the courtyard. Usually the silence calms me. Tonight it does nothing. Because for the first time, I can’t stop thinking about a girl.Aria Veyne has been under my skin since the moment she stepped into the choosing chamber. Not because she’s beautiful. Although she is. Painfully so. Beauty alone stopped interesting me a very long time ago. It’s her magic. Wrong in ways I still can’t identify.Even from ac

Archer POVThe second Aria’s magic explodes, every instinct inside me reacts. Not with fear or caution, with an overwhelming need to protect her. Wind tears through the training hall violently enough to crack wood and shake stone walls. Students scatter instantly. Most supernaturals recognize danger when they see it. But I can’t move away from her. Even if I wanted to. And that’s the first thing that truly unsettles me.Aria stumbles backward in the center of the room, panic written across her face as raw power lashes violently around her body. The magic is ancient and unstable. Wrong in ways I still can’t explain. Yet my wolf doesn’t perceive her as a threat. It perceives her as something to guard. The realization hits hard enough to irritate me immediately.“Get back!” someone shouts from across the room.I barely hear them. All my focus is locked onto her. She looks terrified, and something about that destroys a part of me. The room empties quickly after that. Wolves pushing toward

Aria POVThe second the classroom door opens, every nerve in my body sparks to life. I don’t even have to look up. I know. Archer. The awareness hits instantly, sharp enough to steal my breath for half a second. My magic buzzes low beneath my skin in immediate recognition.Beside me, Jasper notices, watching my body language closely. His smile turns subtle. Dangerous.“Well,” he murmurs lazily. “This just became more interesting.”I finally glance toward the door. Archer stands at the entrance of the classroom like he owns the entire building. Honestly, I bet he does atleast own some of it. He’s changed since the last I seen him, his dark T-shirt showing off his broad shoulders. Sharp green eyes immediately sweeping across the room before landing directly on me. Or more specifically on Jasper sitting beside me.The atmosphere turns heavy and tense, a predator seeking out his prey. Archer’s jaw tightens slightly, barely noticeable. Beside me, Jasper practically lights up with amusement

Aria POVI can barely breathe by the time class ends. It isn’t from the lesson. I honestly absorbed none of it. How could I when Jasper spent the entire class beside me looking like temptation wrapped in silver hair and bad decisions?And Archer….God. The way Archer looked at Jasper’s hand on my thigh still burns through me hours later. Possessive. Angry. Almost jealous. The realization alone sends heat rushing into my cheeks as I shove my books into my bag far too quickly.I need air. Several emotional support breakdowns. Students immediately flood out of the classroom once the bell rings. I push through them quickly, practically speed walking into the hallway. I’m not dealing with either of them right now.My heart still won’t calm down. Not after Jasper touching me. Not after Archer growling. I mean actual growling…Like some dangerously hot psychopath.“This school is going to kill me,” I mutter under my breath.I round the corner quickly, just as a hand grabs my wrist. I gasp shar

Aria POVI can’t sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see Archer. The memory of his mouth against mine has completely ruined me. I groan softly into my pillow before throwing my blanket off dramatically.“This is ridiculous.”No matter how hard I try to stop thinking about him, I can’t. The way he kissed me. The way he growled against my neck. The way he looked at me like he was losing control. And worst of all? The way I completely lost control too.Heat rushes into my cheeks instantly at the memory. I bury my face in my hands.“I need therapy.”Instead of sleep, I grab the only thing currently capable of distracting me from my rapidly deteriorating sanity. Books. Specifically, a reverse harem fantasy romance novel Lizzy forced me to read months ago. Honestly ironic at this point.The academy is mostly silent when I slip outside into the courtyard again. Cool night air brushes against my skin as I settle onto one of the stone benches beneath silver moonlight. It’s exactly what