Chapter 5 Return To University
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Harmony's POV
Shit. Harmony sprinted down the stairs, snatching her phone and half-eaten protein bar from the counter while trying to pull on her platform sneakers. Outside, a horn blared aggressively.
"Of course those witches are ready to leave without me," she muttered, fumbling with her tote.
It was her second year at Wolfen University, and while she'd survived freshman chaos with her reputation intact—barely—she already felt this year coming in hot.
Her triplet siblings had all ditched the supernatural realm for college in the human world. Lyric, her ethereal sister, was studying medicine at Loma Linda like she was some kind of celestial healer. Meanwhile, Symphony, goth to her core, had enrolled at the same school to become a damn mortician. Fitting.
And Romulus, her muscle-bound jock of a brother, had taken his talents to UCLA, chasing dreams of sports medicine—and, probably, girls in bikinis. Their father, the ever-prideful Beta Gregory, had been pissed. Grandma Iris had pulled matriarchal rank and convinced the triplets to go to school near her, and the man hadn’t stopped sulking since.
She padded into the kitchen where her mom, Ireland, was nursing tea and scrolling on her phone.
“You got everything, sweetheart?” Ireland asked, eyes soft as she reached to adjust Harmony’s silver necklace.
“Yeah, Ma. I’m good.” Harmony smiled and leaned in for a long, grounding hug. Her mom always smelled like hibiscus and honey.
“Be safe, okay?”
“I promise.”
As Harmony pulled away, her dad strode into the room like a disapproving storm cloud. Beta Gregory gave her outfit a once-over and grunted.
“I don’t like that getup,” he says as he gives her a bone crushing hug and stepped back.
She crossed her arms, hips c****d. “Well, I’m not changing it.”
She had on a tight white razorback crop top that hugged her full 34DD chest, exposing a sliver of toned stomach and teasing the curve of her lower back. Her black skort looked like a dangerously short skirt from the back—especially on her thick, sculpted thighs and bubble-shaped ass—but was technically modest. Technically. Harmony had a curvaceous body built like a sin, standing at 5'8" with light caramel skin kissed by sunlight, a tone just a few shades lighter than her cousin Coral’s deep caramel glow. Her hair—once long, curly, and unruly—was now chopped into a short, asymmetrical bob, the front dyed a vibrant cherry red that framed her striking hazel-gray eyes like war paint.
She was s*x, sass, and stormclouds. And she loved it.
Her father sighed in defeat and handed her a black shirt. “At least take this. You’re gonna give some poor soul a heart attack.”
Harmony rolled her eyes but slipped the shirt on. “Fine. For you.”
Raymond, her youngest brother, slouched in the corner, munching on a muffin. “You guys are so dramatic.”
She tousled his hair. “One day, you’ll miss me being this dramatic.”
Outside, a honk screamed through the air again.
“b***h, LET’S GOOOOO!” Jasmine’s voice rang out from the SUV parked in the driveway.
Harmony blinked at the house in fond annoyance. It always ended like this—hugs, jokes, fashion commentary, chaos.
She opened the door and saw Reid, her older brother and now the Beta, approaching with Mason, his little son.
“Good luck, sis,” Reid called out. “And maybe try not to prank the staff this year.”
Harmony smirked. “That cafeteria prank wasn’t even my idea.”
“You superglued a plastic snake to the Dean’s chair.”
“He screamed like a baby and cried to HR. That’s not on me I would have just used my magic. That was a childs prank.”
She bent to kiss Mason’s chubby cheek and ruffled his wild curls. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We’re heading to the Western Pack,” Reid said, all trace of humor wiped from his face. “They were attacked—over 200 rogues. Some of the sovereign packs were decimated.”
Harmony’s heart thudded. “s**t. Where were Kieran and Magnus?”
“No clue,” he answered grimly. “Some young Alpha named Raymond called Eli for help, and he passed the message to Jason. Coral’s staying back—she’s heavy into her pregnancy now—and Dad’s managing the pack with ex-Alpha Michael.”
Jasmine honked again, louder this time.
“Gotta go,” Harmony said quickly. “Be safe.”
“You too.”
She jumped into the SUV where Jasmine was blasting trap music and Jordan was behind the wheel, sunglasses on and brows furrowed.
“You hear about the Western Pack?” Harmony asked, buckling up.
“Yeah,” Jordan replied. “My dad mentioned it. Maybe Kieran will finally get off his ass and act like a future Alpha King.”
“Unlikely,” Jasmine muttered.
Harmony’s phone vibrated against her thigh. Carl.
“Hey, bear,” she said with a smirk.
He chuckled low. “Hey, sweetness. You on your way?”
“Hell yeah. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Mmm. Don’t tease me unless you mean it.”
“Oh, I mean it.”
Jordan snorted. “You two are ridiculous.”
After she hung up, Jordan gave her a sidelong glance. “I’m genuinely shocked y’all haven’t f****d yet.”
Harmony’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?!”
Jasmine burst into cackles in the backseat.
Jordan just shrugged. “You’re practically dry-humping with your souls.”
Harmony muttered, “We’re just... close.”
“With heavy petting,” Jasmine added helpfully.
Harmony threw a napkin at her.
“And let’s be real,” she added with a grin, “Carl’s packing. He’d split me in half. That d**k is not starter size.”
They all laughed as the SUV turned toward the highway. The moving truck followed close behind, her Audi safely attached.
Despite the rogue attacks and all the tension building in the territories, Harmony felt something sparking in her chest.
This year wasn’t going to be like the last.
It was going to be wild, beautiful, and dangerous.
And Harmony?
She was ready for all of it, she thought, but with her not knowing that her fated mate was on the prowl on campus, her year might not be as easy as she wants it to be.
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