Shadows Beneath the Surface
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The mattress dipped slightly as Ari curled tighter under the blanket, her hoodie pulled up to her nose, masking her scent as much as it could. Not that it would do much good now. The look in Ronan’s eyes earlier—sharp, curious, heated—had been a warning.
He suspected.
The real question was: how much did he know?
She clenched her fists beneath the covers. Her wolf stirred restlessly inside her, half-panicked, half-thrilled. It wanted more of him—his voice, his scent, his attention. But Ari knew better. Getting close to Ronan wasn’t an option. If he found out her true identity, it wouldn’t just end her time at Alpha Academy—it could ruin everything.
And still… she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d looked at her after training. Like she was a puzzle he wanted to solve.
Sleep didn’t come easy that night. She drifted in and out, plagued by dreams of golden eyes and soft growls, of hands gripping hers during a fight that became something far more intimate.
When morning came, she felt like she hadn’t slept at all.
Alpha Academy mornings began at dawn. A sharp whistle echoed through the dorm halls, rousing students from their beds.
Ari groaned and forced herself up. Across the room, Ronan was already out of bed, towel around his waist as he dug through his drawers.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he said without looking at her.
“Shut up,” she muttered.
He chuckled and vanished into the bathroom, steam soon billowing out from under the door. Ari took the moment to splash water on her face and throw on her training gear.
She kept her eyes low during breakfast, ignoring the looks some of the other students gave her. The whispers about her defeating Axel hadn’t died down. If anything, they’d spread like wildfire.
Ronan sat beside her without asking. “You’re the talk of the campus.”
“Great,” she muttered.
He arched a brow. “Most people would be thrilled.”
“I’m not most people.”
“No,” he said slowly. “You’re definitely not.”
That look again. Like he was peeling back her layers, one by one.
She forced herself to eat.
Combat class was brutal. Today they were paired off for sparring—again—and, of course, she was paired with Ronan.
“Try not to bruise me too badly this time,” he teased as they circled each other.
“I make no promises.”
He lunged. She ducked. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, like dancers locked in a deadly waltz. She tried not to think about how close he was, how his scent curled around her like smoke, spicy and electric.
He grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto her back. She grunted, wind knocked from her lungs. Before she could react, he hovered over her, pinning her with a smirk.
“You’re holding back,” he said.
“Maybe I’m being nice.”
“I don’t want nice. I want real.”
Their eyes locked. The heat in his gaze burned into her.
For a second, she forgot to breathe.
The instructor’s whistle blew, and Ronan helped her up, his grip lingering a little too long.
That evening, she found Luca by the library steps.
“I can’t keep this up,” she said, slumping beside him.
“You have to.”
“He’s getting too close. He’s starting to put the pieces together.”
Luca passed her a wrapped granola bar. “Then you distract him. Play dumb. Flirt back if you have to.”
“Flirt?” she hissed. “I’m trying not to get caught, Luca.”
He gave her a long look. “Ari, we both knew this was going to get complicated. But you’re strong. You’ve come this far. Just… be careful. Don’t fall in love with him.”
Too late, she thought.
Later that night, after lights-out, Ari slipped out of the dorm and headed to the training field. The moonlight bathed the grassy arena in a soft silver glow. She needed to move, to breathe, to burn off the tension building in her chest.
She ran drills on her own, fists slicing through the air, feet pounding against the earth. Her wolf itched beneath her skin, agitated, drawn toward something—or someone.
“You always train in the middle of the night?”
She spun.
Ronan stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed, watching her.
Ari’s breath hitched. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.” He stepped onto the field. “Want a sparring partner?”
She hesitated, then nodded.
They circled. This time, the fight was different. Slower. More deliberate. Every move was charged, every glance lingering a beat too long.
He caught her wrist. She twisted free. He swept her legs—she rolled and kicked back. They crashed into each other and tumbled into the grass.
She lay on her back, breathing hard, heart racing.
He hovered above her again, not moving.
“Why do you look at me like that?” she whispered.
“Because I want to know who you are.”
Their faces were inches apart. She could see every line, every freckle, the storm in his eyes.
Then, footsteps. Voices. Other students approaching.
Ronan rolled away, helping her up quickly.
“Another time,” he said.
She nodded, trying to still her pulse.
The next day in strategy class, she caught her first glimpse of Celeste Blackwood.
Ronan’s sister was everything Ari wasn’t—regal, poised, effortlessly intimidating. But as she strutted down the aisle and locked eyes with Luca, something shifted.
He blinked. She smirked. Ari saw the spark.
Later, in the hallway, she nudged Luca. “What was that?”
He looked away. “Nothing.”
“Luca…”
“I said nothing.” But the way his ears reddened gave him away.
Ari grinned.
Maybe she wasn’t the only one in trouble.
Ronan was waiting for her when she returned to the dorm.
“Got a minute?” he asked.
Her stomach twisted. “Sure.”
He closed the door behind her and crossed his arms. “You’ve been dodging my questions. Lying, maybe.”
She tensed. “About what?”
“Your training. Your past. Who you really are.”
Ari swallowed hard. “Why do you care?”
His eyes bore into her. “Because you don’t smell like any omega I’ve met. And because my instincts tell me something’s off.”
She tried to laugh. “Maybe your instincts are just messed up.”
“I don’t think so,” he said quietly. “I think I know you. I just haven’t figured out how yet.”
She turned away. “You’re imagining things.”
He stepped closer. Too close.
“Am I?”
She looked up—and found herself inches from his chest. His heat radiated over her, his scent clouding her thoughts.
“Ari,” he said, voice low. “What are you hiding?”
Her mouth opened—but no words came.
Then: a knock at the door.
Ronan stepped back, face shuttered.
Saved. For now.
But Ari knew it was only a matter of time.
The truth was clawing its way to the surface.
And when it came out… nothing would ever be the same.
End of chapter 3
To be continued....
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