The Alpha Prince
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He moved silently through the upper floor of Luminaris University—an institution hidden deep in magical territory, nestled between ley lines and surrounded by dense forest. It served as neutral ground for magical races seeking higher knowledge, but he wasn't here for knowledge.
He was here to hunt.
Rumors of missing werewolves had been circulating for months—young, promising wolves vanishing from colleges across the kingdom. But these weren’t just any wolves. They were all gifted she-wolves—rare, powerful, and often marked by an early affinity for elemental magic, healing arts, or moon-blessed intuition. Girls with potential strong enough to shape the future of their packs. Girls with spirits that called to ancient forces.
And now, they were gone.
Some vanished without a trace. Others left behind signs of struggle—broken glass, claw marks, faint traces of corrupted spells. Pack leaders whispered of a hidden hand, something dark and old enough to erase all scent and soul from the world.
An informant had tipped him off: the next target was here.
And Caius, the Prince of Wolves and heir to the Supreme Alpha, would stop it.
Tall and broad-shouldered, Caius moved with effortless grace, his golden-brown hair falling to his shoulders in loose waves that caught the light. His golden-amber eyes were alert, every sense honed. He wore the formal uniform of a royal emissary, but the leather-bound tome and dagger inscribed with ancient runes at his side marked him as more than a prince. He was a warrior, a scholar, a weapon forged in secrecy.
And still—he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Vanilla and pineapple. Her scent haunted him. Her stormy hazel eyes, delicate ringlets, the light in her voice. She shouldn’t have affected him. Fated mates were a fantasy, a weakness. His own parents were proof enough—a union doomed by betrayal.
But Kael, his wolf, disagreed.
"She's beautiful," Kael murmured from within. "Soft as moonlight, fierce as a rising storm. She's ours."
"She's too thin," Caius thought. "Is she sick? Or neglected?"
"Something's wrong. We must protect her," Kael growled.
A sudden ping echoed through the mind-link.
"Caius," came Lucan's voice, his Gamma and left hand. "We have the suspect. He's in the basement."
Caius turned from the window, casting one final glance toward the tower where he’d last seen her.
Time to work.
He met Lucan by the statue of Aelwyn the First Healer —a massive marble wolf with emerald eyes. According to legend, Aelwyn had been the Moon Goddess’s chosen, a healer whose silver-furred wolf once saved their kind from extinction, she had been the last one with such a blessing until now. Luminaris University had been her gift to future generations.
Caius checked the hallway, then turned the statue’s head three times clockwise.
The wall behind it melted into shadows.
Only royalty and the highest-ranked warriors knew this path.
They stepped into the hidden corridor, torchlight blooming to life as the wall sealed behind them. The air turned cold and thick with magic. In the chamber below sat a man bound in silver, robes stained with blood, eyes sunken and wild.
Caius stepped forward, folding his arms. "Talk willingly, or wish you had."
The man laughed—a sound broken and bitter. "You're too late, Prince. She's gone." Caius looked at Lucan for confirmation-he nodded stating that the girl walked into the room but never walked out he saw no one leave but this man but the girl was nowhere to be found.
Caius's aura surged, cracking the air like thunder. The prisoner flinched, suddenly drenched in sweat, his alpha aura beckoning the captive to speak.
"There was another target, the girl in the pink dress. We were told to take her alive. But that woman—she wouldn't leave her side."
Caius's pulse roared.
Her. Again.
"Why her? Who sent you?"
The man opened his mouth—but his eyes flared orange. Glowing runes surged across his skin. He seized, foam spilling from his lips.
"No!" Caius lunged—but it was too late.
The man's body convulsed once, then went still. The runes faded. His face twisted in agony.
Lucan swore under his breath. "Dark magic. A trigger spell. Someone wanted him silenced."
Caius stared down at the body.
She wasn’t safe, no one with gifts was.
His fists clenched, heart pounding. If they were targeting her, it wasn’t by accident. She had power. Ancient power whoever sent that man knew about it.
Kael snarled. "We must reveal ourselves. Let her know she's not alone."
"Not yet," Caius whispered. "But soon."
Seryna
As they drove home from Luminaris, Seryna could barely contain her excitement. Magic still tingled in the air, her heart soaring.
“Did you see that fae girl with the vines in her hair?” she said. “And the vampire professor—his lecture was on hybrid bloodlines! I didn’t even know that existed!”
Maria laughed warmly. “I told you the world was bigger than the village.”
The sky outside turned shades of twilight, painting the windshield in gold and indigo. Seryna leaned her head against the glass, breath fogging the window.
“I want to see it all,” she whispered. “I want to learn everything.”
Maria glanced at her, eyes soft. “You will.”
They didn’t notice the shadow watching from above. Or the way the wind shifted, just slightly, as something—or someone—kept pace.
But Caius noticed.
And he would follow her, guard her, and uncover the truth that now bound their fates together.
Even if it meant walking through darkness to get there.
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