Wolf Shadow Academy

Chapter 3: The r**e

Elena’s POV

So they can’t even provide a single bulb to light up the dorm. The darkness of my room felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a cloak of despair. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t think. I was drowning in my own weakness. The rejection still burned in my chest, every breath i took was a reminder of how little I mattered in this hellhole of an academy.

The tears I couldn’t stop had dried on my cheeks, leaving behind a raw, aching skin. I hated myself for crying. But I couldn’t help it. The way Carter had looked at me—like I was nothing, like I was dirt beneath his boots—had destroyed me. My mate. My fated one. And yet, here I was, cast aside, forgotten.

A knock on the door startled me, and I stiffened, my heart slamming into my ribs. I knew who it was before the door even creaked open.

"So, you've been hiding in here. Let me guess, crying your eyes out, huh?" A voice sneered from the threshold. It was Tristan. His name barely registered in my brain before he was standing in front of me, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he surveyed my broken form. "You know, this isn’t how the academy works. You don’t get to cry and hide away. You’re an Omega. You’re supposed to be useful, but all I see is a weakling.”

He took a step closer, and I flinched, instinctively recoiling from him, but there was nowhere to go. He was blocking the door.

“Look at you,” Carter continued, his tone dripping with disdain. “You thought you could survive here; you thought you could get a place at the top by my side, as my mate? But you’re nothing. You’re pathetic.”

He leaned in, forcing me to look up at him. The flicker of power in his gaze made my stomach churn. I could feel the weight of his presence, heavy and suffocating, as though he were daring me to challenge him.

“Maybe you need a little... reminder of who’s in charge here." Carter murmured, his hand closing around my wrist with a sharp grip. I had stripped myself of the dress I had on that I was wearing with just a pair of bras and pants. Before I could react, he yanked me to my feet, pulling me closer. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “You think you can get away with not playing by the rules? Not here, sweetheart. You’ll learn.”

Panic exploded inside me, my pulse racing as I struggled to break free from his grasp. But he was too strong. I could feel his lips brushing the curve of my neck, and I knew—knew—what was about to happen. "Please, don’t do it,” I begged. I was trapped, paralyzed by fear.

Carter’s grip tightened, and before I could even summon the strength to fight back, his lips pressed against mine, forcing them open. My body froze in shock, every instinct telling me to fight, to scream, to do anything, but nothing came. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

His wrists were bound behind my back, and his lips were still glued to mine. I groaned when the steel from his belt flashed out of its sheath. As he yanked out my bra, letting the wisp of cloth fall away as my breasts spilled into open view. He palmed one of them, tweaking the n****e between his thumb and index finger. I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning through the gag that his lips still had on me.

“STOP IT CARTER!” I yelled when I got a little break.

"It stops when you promise me you’ll be an obedient omega going forward." He said as he kneeled down, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of my pants. My eyes widened in fear, my body tensing as I felt the flat of his cold tongue against my skin, then felt him tear away my pants with one brutal yank. The now worthless fabric fell away, revealing my finely trimmed pubic hairs and the exposed slit of my teenage p***y.

His hands roamed over me, and I wanted to disappear, to fade into the floor. My body was numb, detached from everything. This wasn’t me. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t what I’d imagined when I thought of him—my mate, my protector.

Carter proceeded to shrug out of his sleeveless biker shirt and jeans. Then he yanked off his boots and socks and slid down his boxers, chucking them across the room. He stood naked now, his c**k full and erect.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything you want!" I begged once more, helplessly.

"Oh my god." I said those words as I stared at his c**k. It was fully aroused. It was sickening to see it, to realize that seeing her naked had somehow awakened this primal animal in him. I couldn't believe it. I nearly fainted as I saw the pearled drop of pre-c*m form at the tip of his p***s.

"Lick it, you little cunt. Do it! I leaned and placed my lips, pushing downward as my tongue cradled the underside of his p***s. Pumping back and forth, sounds of wet suction began to fill the small dormroom.

When he finally pulled away, my breath was shallow, my chest tight. He smirked at me, enjoying my discomfort as if I were some toy he could play with and discard.

“You’re nothing more than a tool here,” he sneered, shoving me back toward the wall. “And you will learn your place.”

I slumped against the wall, my limbs shaking as if they had lost the ability to support me. Every inch of him in me screamed in disgust, every part of me begging to escape. But I couldn’t. There was no escape from this place, no escape from my own failure. I was nothing. I had nothing. I was an Omega in a world that devoured weaklings.

The door slammed shut behind him, but the silence in the room was worse than the noise of his presence. The darkness was oppressive, like it was closing in on me, smothering any shred of hope I had left. I had nothing. Nothing but the remnants of my shattered dignity.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending that everything would be okay and that I would be okay.

And then the door opened again.

This time, no one spoke. I couldn’t even hear footsteps. But the air in the room shifted, a cold, electrifying presence filling the space. The figure that stepped into the dim light wasn’t someone I recognized, but his presence... it radiated power. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart stop.

He said nothing at first, simply observing me—my wrecked form, my ragged breathing, my broken spirit. The silence stretched between us, the weight of his gaze pressing down on me like a physical force.

And then his voice—low, filled with an unspoken promise—broke the silence.

“Get up.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Every muscle in my body refused to cooperate.

He didn’t give me a choice. His hands were on me in an instant, pulling me to my feet with force. There was no struggle this time. My body was too weak, too drained, to fight back. The strange figure’s touch was cold, electric, sending a jolt through my body. I felt... alive again, even though I didn’t want to.

“You think you can stay like this?” He continued, his voice a low growl. “Cowering in the corner? Letting them walk all over you?”

I tried to speak, tried to protest, but nothing came out. The words wouldn’t form. My throat was raw from crying, from everything. I was broken.

“Get up,” he repeated, but this time there was something different in his tone. Something darker. “Or I’ll make you.”

I couldn’t tell who he was, but something about him made me realize—this wasn’t an offer. This wasn’t pity. This was something else.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding against my ribs as a wave of fear swept over me. Who was he?

And then, with an icy, unreadable smile, he spoke the words that would change everything.

“If you want to survive here, you have to stop being weak. I can make you stronger. But you have to choose it.”

I couldn’t speak, but the question burned in my chest.

What kind of price would I have to pay?