THE HOT LYCAN ACADEMY

My name is Aria Hitchkin, Beta of the Bloodmine Pack. And this is the exact moment my entire life went to s**t. My story starts simply enough. A beautiful house, amazing pack, great friends and... a cheating boyfriend. Classic tragedy, right? "WHAT THE f**k, JEREMY!?" I screamed in his face. His c**k, yes very unfortunately, was deep in some omega's throat. In my bed. In my apartment! The one I hadn't even paid rent for this month. The audacity alone deserved jail in the deepest of dungeons. "A-Aria! It's not what it looks like... she's just helping me out!" he sputtered, yanking his pants up, lying like it was a sport. He's a pro at it, lemme tell you. "Yeah right. And what are you still doing there? Stop groping his thigh and get the hell out!" I snapped at the omega. She grunted under her cheap, plasticky lip gloss breath. "b***h," Says the one who is. My chest pounded and heat rose to my face like an insult. Everything in me wanted to rip his lies apart, but the pack's hierarchy taught restraint to a Beta like me—until tonight. "I'm done with you, Pearson. This isn't new. It was another girl last weekend at the rave!" I yelled, slamming my fist into his chest. He barely moved. Future Alpha muscle mass was apparently good for absorbing consequences. Pft! Some alpha he'll become. "She was doing her part! You know how sore I get after matches with the gang. They're amazing!" "WHO are amazing?" "The girls! They're best at blowj—I mean, the boys! We prep all week and... don't you think I deserve a bit more freedom, love?" he asked, stepping closer like his charm would magically erase stupidity. I scoffed so loudly. I was disappointed...in myself. "It took me embarrassingly long to realise how corrupted you are, Jeremy. I'll bring this news to the Alpha. Your dad will be thrilled." I snarled. It wasn't even my first time threatening him. We met in a pack training. Jeremy excelled in speed, agility, and killing techniques. I excelled in intuitive hunting—reading movements, predicting routes, striking with precision. We were the perfect duo. I thought we were special. When we trained, I trusted him with my life. We moved as a single unit in drills, breaths syncing, teeth bared in the same moments. That intimacy...it made the betrayal sting sharper, like salt in an open cut. I was so, so wrong. "We've been together almost a year, Aria. You know I need to do this..." he muttered, tucking my hair behind my ear like he hadn't just destroyed my brain cells. Destroyed my life! I snifled, the words spilling next, "You confessed to me first. You showered me with gifts, made my birthday special... and this is how you treat me? Some saint who never gets touched?" My anger choked my throat. My hands grabbed his collar before I realised. "Why don't you ever f**k me like those girls, Jeremy? I'm not eighteen anymore..." The words broke out, trembling. That was all I ever wanted. Truly. His hands gently loosened my fists on his collar, "I'm sorry, Aria. You know I can't. It's tradition. These girls—they're practice. I want to please you for life, but only after we marry and mate like true soulmates... every day," he said seriously. I almost laughed. "It's all in your head. Your tradition. Your rules. But you know what? It isn't even your fault. This pack's patriarchal mindset turned you into a cheating pig. I'm done." I repeated, slower, sharper. This time, I meant it. He didn't beg. He didn't even panic. "I know you're upset. You'll be fine tomorrow. Besides... you'll still come to my victory bash, right?" He lifted my chin casually. A fuse blew in my head—not anger. A plan. "Fine," I replied. He smirked, thinking I just caved. Fool. "Now stop being dramatic and get dressed. I was gonna pick you up, but your neighbour was hard to ignore," he added with a wink. Disgusting. Our parents worked together. His dad—Alpha Jacob. My dad—Beta Gerald. They dreamed of Jeremy and me becoming their perfect successor duo. But what sane woman would watch her mate f**k another woman 'for the good of the pack'? For 'practice'!? Not me. I shut my bedroom door, peeled off my disgust-soaked clothes, and sat at my computer before showering. My dream school tab glowed back at me. Succubus Lycan Academy. The world's premier institute for... s*x. It was legendary. All kinds of it. Taught academically. Certified. In a progressive supernatural world, it wasn't even that bizarre. People studied stranger things...like behavioural economics. The academy promised technique, consent education, anatomy beyond rumors, and a lineage of teachers who treated physicality as an art and a science. I wanted that discipline. I wanted language for desire so I could own it without shame. In here...everyone lacked that kind of education. My finger hovered over the application button. One click would change my life. It was free...but there was an interview. I'd always been curious. Always wanted to study the body, pleasure, and connection. And I topped every subject in my normal academy. Expected from a Beta—packs needed smart followers and dumb leaders. I spaced out until a knock rattled the door. "Babe! Your friends are here! Want me to let them in?" Jeremy called. "Y-yeah! I'll be out in a minute!" I shouted, slammed the laptop shut, and dashed into the shower. Megan, Clara, and Judy—friends since diapers. They were my entire emotional support system. And they hated Jeremy for how he treated me. Status meant nothing to them—my happiness did. We'd scraped mud together, shared secret snacks, and swapped first kisses behind the old oak! They knew my messy stubbornness and loved me anyway. Their hands were steady anchors when my world tilted. Wrapped in a towel, Megan was drying my hair gently when I dropped the lore. "Seriously? Are you still considering staying with him? Dump that asshole!" Clara snapped. "I heard that!" Jeremy yelled from the living room. "Yeah, whatever! And what about that application form?" she whispered so quietly it was practically a telepathic message. I shrugged. "I don't think it's a good idea..." The stakes were too high. Leaving everything good along with the bad? Didn't sit right with me. I loved my friends and family here... "Neither is living here," Judy said, gripping my hand. "This pack is too corrupt. We don't deserve you." I snorted. "And leave the pack to my cousin Ronald? He has the decision-making skills of a fart." "Someone capable will lead someday. But you need to secure your own future. Go to that place, Aria. Please," Clara insisted. "I'll... think about it." And I did. The entire rave. Wild boys danced everywhere. Rooms pulsed with... activities... I desperately wished I could have been with my own partner. I sat alone, red cup in hand, drowning in thoughts instead of alcohol. The hall of the Bloodmine Alpha's mansion smelled like perfume and sweat, bass thudded through floorboards, and the air felt sticky with other people's scents and flavours. It was a blur of bodies and muffled laughter that highlighted my isolation. By midnight, I wandered out to the balcony for fresh air...only to find Jeremy getting head again. I rolled my eyes. At this point, it was routine. I walked away. But then— "OUCH!" I yelped as scorching liquid splashed all over me. I collided with a man holding a steaming mug. "s**t! I'm so sorry!" he shouted, panicked. His hands hovered over my arms, golden healing flames swirling. Heat, but gentle. Soothing. My skin tightened and soothed as the burn cooled. "A male healer... rare," I murmured. His soft chuckle tingled down my spine. Then I looked up fully. "Oh... my Goddess." "Good to see you too Aria... haha!..." he was startled as I launched straight into a hug. My childhood best friend and crush—Diego Perez. Pureblood healer. Pack's legendary descendant. The boy every girl swooned over. "When did you come back from Harford?!" I squealed. "Tonight. Had to celebrate my buddy's victory," he replied, voice deeper and hotter than I remembered. The man had evolved. "Heard you're Jeremy's girl now. I figured winners get you first," he teased. "Yeah. As if," I muttered, pointing toward Jeremy's current activity. "Damn... that's rough. Alphas always do this stuff. Still, you're his. I can't cross boundaries," Diego said, hands lifted in surrender. Sure. Like I would let him escape. The burn was an ugly red blossom as it healed gently, but Diego's hands were careful as his heat moved across my skin. It dissipated. He was...fixing me. He smelled like pine and aftershave, and the tremor in his laugh told me...he remembered me. He was looking at me, I was looking at him. Within minutes, we were lip-locked in my apartment, his scent flooding my senses. He lifted me onto the table, my laptop sliding aside. I didn't notice the open bedroom door. I didn't notice the faint chuckle behind my wardrobe. I didn't notice... until later. Because as Diego pressed me down, my butt landed squarely on the mouse. Click. Application submitted. I didn't just sabotage my relationship. I just applied to Succubus Lycan Academy..with my own ass.