CHAPTER 3
1039 Words
SELAH
“Okay, give me your number,” Liora said as we stepped outside the hall. Her cheeks were still flushed from panic, her brown eyes darting around like she expected Lucian or Kael to burst out of the shadows and end me on the spot.
I blinked at her. “Why?”
“So we can actually find you tomorrow,” she said, shoving her phone at me. “You look like the type to get lost in your own dorm.”
“Harsh,” I muttered, but rattled off my digits anyway.
Orin leaned over, smirking. “Better give me your schedule too. If you even have one.”
“Schedule?” I frowned. “I didn’t… I don’t know it yet. They didn’t exactly hand me a starter pack at the gate.”
Both of them groaned at the same time.
“Unbelievable.” Orin snatched my phone out of my hand like I was a child unworthy of electronics. “Password?”
“Excuse you—”
“Password, Selah.”
I crossed my arms. “What if I don’t want you snooping?”
“Do you want to survive here?”
…She had a point. With a long sigh, I muttered my code. Orin’s grin widened like Christmas had come early, and her thumbs flew across the screen.
“What are you even doing?”
“Logging you into the Academy portal,” she said like it was obvious. “Applying for your ID card. Pulling up your class schedule. Basically saving your life, because you’re hopeless.”
Liora peered over her shoulder, nodding in approval. “Also adding you to the Lunaris Academy group chat.”
My eyes widened. “There’s a group chat? Like—hey, who wants to summon a demon after math class?”
She giggled. “Kind of. More like announcements, drama, people complaining about Kael breaking the gym again. And oh, you’ll also get invited into the first-year class chat.”
“Yay,” I said flatly. “Because I love group chats.”
“Don’t worry,” Orin added without looking up. “Mute them. Everyone does.”
Two minutes later, she handed my phone back like some smug tech goddess. “Done. You’re officially not a ghost anymore.”
I scrolled and nearly choked. Notifications were exploding on my screen, names flying in—Welcome new Raven! Who’s Selah?? Is that the girl from dinner?!
“Oh my God.” My stomach plummeted. “They already know about me?”
Liora winced. “Uh… yeah. Word travels fast here. Especially when you do something like, I don’t know, disrespect the two most dangerous guys in the Academy in front of the entire student body.”
“I didn’t disrespect anyone,” I argued weakly. “I just… prioritized carbs.”
“Same thing,” Orin said.
I groaned. “Fantastic.”
They led me across the grounds, and we stopped at a sleek glass building glowing in the night. Inside, students moved in and out like it was a mall. Counters lined with staff, machines buzzing, racks of uniforms.
“ID cards and uniforms are all issued here,” Liora explained.
Orin’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her smirk fading. “s**t. I need to take this.” She stepped away, already talking into her phone.
Liora groaned. “And I have to follow her, she’ll wander into trouble without me.”
I frowned. “You’re ditching me?”
“We’ll meet tomorrow,” she promised. “Just… don’t get into any more trouble tonight.”
Easier said than done.
I turned back to the counter, where a staff member was waiting patiently. “Uh… can I also get my dorm key?”
The woman scanned my papers and pulled out a sleek black card. My name was engraved across it in silver. Selah Ravenspire.
Whoa. That was… kind of badass.
She also handed me a stack of uniforms—crisp black and silver, tailored with the Academy’s crest—and other essentials. I clutched everything to my chest, thanking her quietly before hauling it all back toward the Royal Dorm Mansion.
The walk felt heavier than it should’ve. Every shadow whispered with the memory of Kael’s fury and Lucian’s cold fire. My chest tightened.
“Lay low,” I muttered to myself. “Keep your head down. Don’t attract attention. Easy.”
I shoved open the doors to the mansion, arms aching from the weight of everything I carried. Inside was silent, too silent. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty, but charged.
I made it to my room, dumped the uniforms on the bed, and collapsed onto the mattress. My mind replayed the courtyard fight on a loop. The way Kael’s shadows seemed alive, curling around him like they were an extension of his rage. The precision in Lucian’s movements, every strike calculated, elegant.
And—okay, fine—they were both so stupidly hot it was unfair. Like, why did murder and beauty have to come in the same package? Couldn’t the universe give me one ugly alpha to balance things out?
I groaned and covered my face with a pillow.
That’s when I heard it.
Raised voices.
Male voices.
I sat up, heart stuttering. My roommates? Finally. Excitement surged, cutting through the nerves. Maybe they’d be normal. Maybe they’d be cool. Maybe they’d—
“—you’ll regret it, Dravenhart.”
The icy tone froze me mid-step.
“I’d like to see you try, Veyreth,” came the growl, deep and edged with fire.
I stepped into the hall before my brain could stop me.
And then I froze too.
Because standing there, glaring daggers at each other like they were seconds from killing one another, were Kael Dravenhart and Lucian Veyreth.
Both of them.
In my dorm.
In my hallway.
Their gazes snapped to me at the same time, twin storms colliding against my skin.
“Oh,” I whispered. My throat dried out instantly.
Realization struck like a blade to the gut.
The Royal Dorm Mansion wasn’t just mine.
It was theirs.
And I was standing between the two deadliest people in Lunaris Academy.
“Oh… oh shit.”
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