Celine’s P.O.V
For months, I hated Black. I hated the academy, longing to escape. But now, a powerful desire pulses within me—I want to be by his side. I don’t know why. Is it because he’s special? Strong, with a unique charm and strength. To be honest, I’ve never met anyone like him.
Despite being the daughter of Alpha Daimon and attending Alpha gatherings, I’ve never encountered someone like Black. He’s unusual—strong, attractive, easy yet challenging, harsh yet tender. Just seeing him is enough to take one’s breath away. I can understand Jennifer’s fear of losing him.
I watched as he placed a glass of lemon mint juice in front of me, then sat down across from me.
“Tell me something, Celine Daimon,” Alpha Black asked with a curious look.
“What?” I responded.
He slid his chair close
