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Chapter 5 – "Too Short For School"
Eliana sat in her room, wrapped in the soft cream throw blanket Lucian had left on her bed the night before. The room was spacious, yet cozy, painted a calming shade of dusty blue with white crown molding. A velvet loveseat sat beside a bay window that looked out onto the forest, and sheer curtains fluttered slightly in the morning breeze. Her queen-sized bed was tucked into the corner, layered with fluffy pillows and embroidered sheets. Everything about the room whispered safety and warmth—but inside, she felt cold.
A single photo sat on the nightstand—one of her, younger, between her parents. Her father’s laugh frozen in time, her mother’s soft smile aimed at the camera. A pang gripped her chest.
"I miss you," she whispered, running her thumb over the edge of the frame. "So damn much."
Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back. Grieving felt like drowning—but something inside her refused to stay submerged.
She sat up straighter, gripping the frame. "I know you wouldn’t want me to fall apart. You’d want me to rise. To live. To fight. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to find whoever did this to you—and I swear they’ll pay."
She pressed a kiss to the photo. "But I’ll also live. I’ll go to school. I’ll laugh. I’ll survive. For you."
Just then, the door burst open.
"Rise and slay, babe!" Kira announced, already dressed in her perfectly fitted Academy uniform. Her red tie was knotted neatly, and her dark curls bounced as she strutted inside. "First day back. Let’s make these losers cry."
Eliana blinked at her best friend, then laughed softly. "You’re insane."
"And sexy. Now move it! You’re not skipping school today, I don’t care how much trauma you’ve got. Also... Lucian signed us up."
Grumbling, Eliana got up and walked into the bathroom.
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Fifteen minutes later, she stepped into the hallway.
Her blouse hugged her frame snugly, tucked into a high-waisted, pleated skirt that fell just above her mid-thighs. Her long legs were bare except for thigh-high black socks, and her glossy loafers clicked softly on the floor.
Lucian was walking toward the front door, a black dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, hair slightly messy from running his hand through it. But the moment his eyes landed on her—he stopped.
His body stilled, like something primal inside him had awakened. His jaw clenched. His gaze raked over her body slowly, darkening with something raw, something possessive. His wolf, Alf, growled low beneath the surface.
Kira appeared behind Eliana, whistling low. "Damn girl, you look hot."
Lucian’s voice was gravel as he spoke. "That uniform is too short for school. I don’t like it. Change."
Eliana blinked, confused. "Uncle Lucian… there's nothing wrong with it. Look at Kira’s—hers is shorter."
"Exactly," he growled. "That’s Kira."
He stepped forward. She instinctively stepped back.
He followed.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Until her back hit the wall, and he stood inches from her.
His eyes blazed. "And you, princess, are living under my roof. Under my protection. And I don’t like you putting on things that make every damn male want to look at you."
Her breath hitched. "But why—"
His face lowered, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"Because I want to rip their eyes out."
Alf was in control now—half man, half beast. His scent surrounded her, intoxicating.
"Don’t ask me why, princess," he whispered, breath hot. "Just do as I say... unless you want me to punish you."
Her entire body lit up with sensation. Her heart pounded. She felt heat rush to her cheeks, to her thighs. Her lips parted.
She quickly nodded, trembling. "I-I’ll change."
"Good girl."
She bolted for her room, heart racing, unsure whether she felt terrified or thrilled.
Kira stood frozen in the hallway, mouth open. "Okay, what the actual hell was that?" she mumbled to herself. "That was... damn."
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Lucian POV
The door clicked shut behind them.
Lucian ran a hand down his face, his wolf howling inside.
"Alf, you need to stop. She's a child."
She’s not. She’s our mate.
Lucian snarled quietly, pacing the living room.
"I won’t touch her. I won’t be like them. She deserves safety—not obsession."
Then why did your hand twitch when she turned around? Why did your fangs itch to mark her?
He growled, slamming a fist against the wall.
A voice cleared from the hallway.
His second-in-command, Tarek, stepped in.
"Alpha."
Lucian straightened. "Report."
"We searched the ashes of the Ainsworth house again. We found claw marks... but not from rogues."
Lucian's eyes narrowed. "Explain."
"The cuts were too calculated. Someone wanted them dead. It wasn’t just a random attack. There’s more, Alpha. We found silver residue—laced into the walls. This was an ambush."
Lucian’s chest tightened.
"And it was meant for Eliana."
He stood silent, fury vibrating in every limb.
"Find out who. I don’t care how deep we have to dig. Whoever planned this is still out there. And they will not—will not—get near her again."
Tarek nodded. "Understood."
As he left, Lucian turned to the fire burning in the hearth.
His voice was barely a whisper.
"I’ll protect you, Eliana. Even from myself."
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To be continued…
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