Chapter 7 Run, Little Wolf

RONAN

Reaper

That’s what they called me.

A name I earned at fifteen, the night I took my first life. Not in a sanctioned duel, but during a hunt. A traitor, disguised as a childhood friend. The betrayer. The liar I hated down to the marrow of bmy /bbones.

I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t flinch. I buried him myself, while I walked baway /bwith blood on my hands towards my bfather’s /bthrone bthat /bawaited me. But I wanted to bbuild /bmy own. And the ce to do that was Lupine Academy.

Lupine Academy, where power meant everything and weakness was a death sentence, I’d built a breputation /bno one dared challenge. The dominance, ambition and bloodlust was second nature but none of them dared to cross me.

Not the sons of regional Alphas, not the heirs of centuries old bloodlines. I wasn’t just an Alpha. I was bthe /bAlpha. The reaper. The one they whispered about when they thought I wasn’t listening

I ruled this Academy long before I was officially crowned its top rank inhabitant. I was staying only to win battles that no one could have been in the past 100 years and build my own throne. Even if I had to make steps carved of blood and death.

And I liked it that way. But…then he crossed the Academy gates,

I could feel it the bmoment /bba /bnew presence broke into my world. It was not like others. Not bold, not overconfident instead observing, quiet, careful but his amber eyes locking with mine burning ones with a stubborn defiance.

The moment our eyes met, it stirred something within me that I could not pinpoint. And my wolf that only showed his teeth to the strong, challenge, blood, violence and victory bawoke /bin my mind, secretly watching the boy standing among my aura without flinching or fearing.

On top

of that his scent or rather, theck of one made my instincts twitch. Every bwolf /bbhad /ba scent. Every single one. Except

this one.

Interesting

I’d been watching from the bbalcony/b, arms crossed over bmy /bchest as the new recruits arrived and ran away. All were forgettable, losers that were identally born as Alphas, and would only be blessed with the Alpha position when their father chose then based on their bloodline.

But bhim/b… this small Alpha with a questionable appearance, was a puzzle. And I didn’t like puzzles. Not in my territory.

His

linle face?

presence whispered that he didn’t belong here. His shoulders squared, but there was something btoo /bprecise about the way he moved. Like ba /bsoldier pretending to be a thug. Loose clothes like losers but a strong aura with a pretty Everything was odd about him.

And when I questioned his identity, he tensed, not visible to anyone else, but I caught it. He never tore his big and beautiful amber eyes away. Unreadable. Cold. But I’d been Alpha long enough to recognize fear pretending to be bravery. However this one was hesitant.

He answered in ba /btone bthat /bwas too carefully crafted to be natural. “Seth Darven.”

The name mingled in my senses like poison.

His absence of a scent prickled at me. My instincts screamed there was something greatly wrong. Only a faint trace of herbs, some artificial masking agent. Or perfume. Clever. Too clever.

He had to be hiding something I expected him to bcrack/b. Most did. But his expression didn’t so much as twitch. Impressive. Way too impressive. This little bwolf /bwas not bwhat /bhe looked like.

And the way he talked back to me he was not afraid even a little bit. Wolves knew better than to raise their voice to me. This one either didn’t, or he didn’t care. Both possibilities made my blood stir. And a trill of interest coiled in my gut. Dangerous Reckless And exactly the bkind /bof thing I hated or craved

And I wanted to y with bthis /bnew pup a little longer

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But then Jordan and his pathetic bpack /bofp dogs cornered him like vultures lighting over a carcass. My observation was interrupted. The mocking taunts. The way Seth sat there, unmoved, unbothered pissed me off for some reasons. Then Jordan made the mistake of grabbing his cor.

I moved before I realised. mming my drink onto the table with a metallic crack that shut the entire room up.

“How dare you let them bully you?” I bmurmured/b, lifting his chin between my fingers. bHis /bbskin /bfelt delicate beneath bmy /btouch. His amber eyes widened in shock,

The bell rang in the bdistance/bb, /bsending the rest of the bAlphas /bsprinting out of the cafeteria without a backward bnce/b.

Except Seth, he jerked his bface /bbaway /band rose bwith /ba small frown on his face.

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“What you’ve been doing since I arrived staring, touching, that’s bbullying /btoo, Alpha Ronan,” he said calmly, stepping closer. “If you bwant /bme to deal with them, bI /bshould probably start with you, don’t you think?”

For a brief, sharp moment, our eyes lockedb. /bbBut /blike usual he did not let my gaze linger on his longer. Before he turned away, bgrabbing /bhis tray.

I did bnot /bmove away from his path. He brushed passed me too closely. I closed my eyes and inhaled in bthat /bmoment. Once again the herbs band /bperfume. Nothing else.

My wolf growled low in my mind, restless.

“Who’s that cocky little bastard you’re letting roam around?” bAsher /bmuttered, having leaned against the wall the entire time.

“That’s what I intend to find out.” I replied, eyes tracking Seth’s retreating figure. Particrly the way his ass looked, even in those loose pants.

“But for bnow /blet him think he could brun/bb.” /bI murmured.

Let him think he could hide.

Let him believe this was over.

Let him imagine he could win, either this battle for the throne or the fire he’d just set between us.

Because in my world, nothing stayed hidden for blong- /b

And if Seth Darven thought he could walk into my territory without answering to me… he was about to learn the hard way.

As he reached the exit, he nced back over his shoulder, meeting my gaze one final time.

The corner of my lips curved binto /bba /bcold, feral grin.

“Run. little wolf.”

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