The Alpha's Blind Little Prey

The Only Prey!

Seraphina's POV

"Hmmm... Did I get caught?"

The words sliced through the silence, low but clear. I froze, every muscle taut, the cane still in my grip. Why was he asking such a question?

No, that's not the problem now.

If I didn't act fast, I'd end up like the man slumped against the wall. Or maybe worse.

I forced a tremor into my voice.

"Hello?" My tone was soft, fragile, the kind people expected from someone helpless. "Is... is anyone in here?"

I expected a response from him but footsteps answered me. It sounded slow, heavy and each one thundered through my chest like a countdown to disaster.

Then he appeared in front of him but I couldn't meet his eyes. My head was just in the middle between low and high even if he was taller than I was. I felt small in his presence.

He basically filled the doorway with an ease that made the room shrink. He stripped off his gloves, finger by finger, deliberate and slow, as though daring me to react. His sharp and probing gaze locked on me and I felt it cut straight through the thin veil of my disguise.

My throat tightened. His blazer stretched across broad shoulders, his shirt open just enough to expose the hollow of his throat especially that skin that looked too human for someone who had just taken a life. But his eyes... no one with eyes like that was ordinary. Dark... like a predator deciding if I was worth the chase.

"And what," he said, smooth yet edged, "are you doing here?"

I swallowed, dipping my head so my hat shadowed my expression. He would never be able to see the truth.. not in my eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked with a steady voice. "A professor? A student?"

He tilted his head, studying me like I was prey fumbling in the open.

"And what are you?" His tone was mocking, but curious too. "Another lost little lamb?"

I tapped my cane lightly against the floor. "Blind," I said flatly. "Lost? Yes. I was looking for the bathroom."

He moved close and leaned even closer. The faint smell of cedar and iron wrapped around me, suffocating. He raised a hand and waved it slowly in front of my eyes. I held still, nails digging into my palm, refusing to flinch.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he straightened. "Convincing," he murmured.

"Convincing?" I repeated, tilting my head, feigning confusion.

"Most people would've blinked." His voice dropped, playful yet dangerous. He stepped back, circling me like a wolf testing for weakness. I felt his gaze taking mental note of every detail... my stiff shoulders, my grip on the cane, the stillness in my expression. Good thing I practised for so long.

Then he leaned against the door frame, one hand buried in his pocket.

"Why didn't you use the map? They give one to every new student."

I forced my frown to deepen, irritation lacing my voice.

"I'm blind. I can't read a map."

His chuckle rolled out, low and sharp, sliding under my skin.

"Right. I keep forgetting."

But his attention flicked for a second toward the room behind him. I followed his gaze. The professor's body still lay there, hidden in shadows. Blood clung faintly to the cuff of Lucian's sleeve. He didn't even try to hide it. Maybe because he had seen that I wasn't a threat to him.

"I'd love to help you," he said, voice airy, almost bored. "But I've got more important things to do than play guide for a blind girl."

I bit my lip, swallowing the shiver that threatened to escape.

"It's fine. I'll manage." I turned to leave.

Before I could take another step, he was suddenly at my ear.

What the hell was that speed? I keep forgetting that he's not a human. No one in this academy was. His breath brushed against my skin and my n*****s hardened as I thought of that dream again.

"Be careful," he whispered, his words both promise and warning. "Not every room in CMA is safe."

My heart stuttered. Still, I forced a polite smile, tilting my head as though I hadn't felt the danger coil through his voice.

"Thank you," I said softly.

The door slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the corridor. The sound cracked through the hall like a gunshot.

My pulse raced. My hand trembled around the cane. I tried... yet, failed to push away the image of the professor's body. Still tried... yet, failed to forget the calm way that a strange student had stood above it, as if murder were nothing more than brushing dust from his jacket.

A murder. On my first day. I'm not sure I'm liking this!

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By the time I reached my dorm, I had calmed myself down and tried to forget what I saw. I can't let a crack show in my perfect disguise. Not after months of torture... I mean, training.

The room still smelled faintly of dust and lavender. With my side of the room empty for now. I unpacked quickly, carefully, and also created a little mess just enough to look normal when my roommate arrived.

The door creaked open and I turned.

A petite girl entered, arms stacked high with books. Bobbed hair, round glasses, blazer buttoned to her throat. She radiated control and judgment.

Her gaze locked on my phone.

"Phones aren't allowed," she snapped instantly. "You should get rid of it... or I'll report you."

I raised my head slowly.

"I'm blind," I said, even and unshaken. "I use it for text-to-speech. It's how I study."

She hesitated. A flicker of doubt cracked her sternness. She ignored me and started to arrange the books she had walked in with on her desk.

I let a faint smirk ghost my lips.

"Seraphina," I offered.

She sniffed.

"Clara. As long as you don't bother me, I don't care what you do. I'm here to study, not babysit some blind..."

"Don't worry." My smile was sharp and fake. "I won't be a burden."

"Good." And then she started listing rules. Just as I expected.

She talked about quiet hours. No touching her books. No leaving dishes. On and on, like I was a child in need of house training.

I nodded, calm. My mind was elsewhere.

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The next morning, I headed to my first class, phone tucked in my lap. The teacher introduced me with clipped efficiency.

"This is Seraphina, everyone. Make sure you all treat her well."

Dozens of eyes pinned me, pity in some, curiosity in others. I kept my face blank, my thoughts careful. Relief flickered when I saw that the student from yesterday wasn't here.

"Okay, Seraphina. Take a seat. It'll be easy for you to catch up since it's only been two weeks since the new semester started,"

"Thanks," I replied with a fake smile and just when I was about to find a seat, the door opened.

The class rep entered, pale and trembling, a paper in his shaking hands.

"Oh my! Is there a problem, Winston?" The teacher asked and he nodded his head.

"Apparently, morning classes are cancelled," he stammered. "One of our professors was found dead in the forest."

Everyone started to whisper. The teacher was shocked after hearing it, and she left immediately.

But... Forest?

My heart jolted, but my expression stayed neutral. Inside, fury churned. Was it the body I had seen yesterday in that room?

Now, it's in a forest?

Did that student move the body? How? How could no one have seen him?

My nails dug crescents into my palm. I knew from the start that this wasn't a school. I called it a prison, maybe I was wrong. It was a cage full of predators.

And I was a prey locked inside.