THE ALPHA I REJECTED IS MY ROOMMATE
Nova Greyveil was born to lead her pack, and to prove it, she beat every fighter her father threw at her, only to be told her future is a marriage deal she never agreed to. Marry the Alpha King. So she rejected him and disappeared. Disguised as "Ash Darvin", she sneaks into Vordrak Academy, a ruthless all-male training ground where alphas are built, broken, and buried. One slip means exposure. Exposure means death. She thought surviving Vordrak would be the hard part. Then she meets Caden Voss. Cold. Precise. Dangerous. The academy's strongest fighter and the only one who keeps looking at her like he can see straight through the mask she's wearing, and to top it off, he is her roommate. The longer she stays, the harder it gets to hide. Not just her identity, but what his presence is doing to her. Because in Vordrak, secrets don't stay hidden. And neither does desire.
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Chapter 2
NOVA
Vordrak Academy sat in the northern highlands like it had grown there instead of being built. Stone walls, dark and massive, cut into the hillside at an angle that meant the sun only hit the courtyard directly for about two hours a day. Everything else lived in the shade.
Nova walked through the front gates with her bag on one shoulder, her heartbeat at a controlled sixty, and her face doing the thing she'd practised in every reflective surface since leaving home: relaxed, mild, and belonging.
You're Ash Darvin. Freshman intake, a packless applicant, placed by the regional merit exam. You've been here a hundred times in your head. Act like it.
The courtyard was full. New arrivals moved in clusters, all male, all carrying that particular easy aggression of young wolves who'd grown up being told they were the best thing in any room they walked into. Their scents hit her like a wall. Pine and musk and iron and half a dozen pack markers she filed automatically before reminding herself she wasn't here to map territory.
She located the registration table along the far wall and started toward it.
She was ten steps in when she heard it.
A grunt. The flat, specific sound of a body thudding on a stone.
She turned.
A boy was down on one knee near the eastern wall, one palm braced against the ground, the other arm pulled in tight against his ribs. Young. Lean. Breathing carefully through his teeth in the way of someone trying hard not to show how much it hurt.
Nova crossed to him without thinking about it.
She crouched and checked his arm. "Hey. You okay? What happened?"
He looked up at her. Opened his mouth.
But the air around them changed.
Not a sound. Not a scent. Just a shift in pressure, the way a room feels different when something that outweighs everything else in it walks through the door. The back of her neck went tight. Her wolf stirred once, low and alert, then went very still in the way it only did when it had clocked something it didn't know how to read.
Nova straightened slowly and turned.
He stood six feet away with his back against the wall. Bare from the waist up, a training jacket hanging off one hand, dark pants low on his hips. Not especially tall. Just built with a kind of density that made the air around him feel closer. Like he bent the space near him slightly, and everything in range had to adjust.
His face was the problem.
It wasn't the type of face you would classify as handsome in any soft or approachable way. Strong jaw, sharp nose, a mouth that sat in a natural line that wasn't quite a frown but wasn't anything friendlier. Dark eyes that were currently moving over her face with the focused, unhurried attention of someone who'd never once had to rush an assessment.
He was, Nova registered with deep personal irritation, extraordinarily attractive.
She locked that observation in a box and buried it immediately.
"That was me," he said. Flat. Completely unbothered. Like he'd answered a question about the weather.
Nova looked at the boy on the ground. Looked back at him.
"Why?"
"Because he stepped into my space." The corner of his mouth pulled slightly. "So I stepped back."
She could feel the other students in the courtyard pulling attention toward them. The small gravitational shift of a crowd that senses something worth watching.
"That's not stepping back," Nova said. "That's just hitting someone."
His eyes moved to her face and sharpened. Not anger. Curiosity. Like she'd done something unexpected and he was deciding what to do with it.
He pushed off the wall and took one slow step toward her.
"You're new, I guess" he said.
"Everyone here is new."
"You're new, and you're talking to me like that. You have guts, I must say." He tilted his head slightly and moved closer to her, trying to dominate the space between them. Something moved through his expression. A small frown. His nostrils moved, barely perceptible. "Your scent is off."
Nova's stomach went cold.
Her face stayed completely still.
"Three days of travel," she said. "I probably smell like the road."
He stared at her.
She stared back.
Three full seconds. Neither of them moved.
Then he smiled. It was a slow thing, that smile, and it didn't reach anywhere near his eyes.
"Caden Voss," he said. "Remember it."
He walked away.
Nova let out one breath. Turned back to the boy on the ground and helped him up without saying anything because she was using her mouth to control her heartbeat.
Her hands were steady.
The rest of her was doing something significantly less steady, and she was going to need it to stop immediately.
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Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.
7.9
Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role.
During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes.
The internet exploded, accusing Allyson of faking the fall to seduce him. Drowning in bad press and desperate to pay her agency's termination fee, she signed a reality TV contract. She was forced to play the desperate, clingy villain, acting as a pathetic stepping stone for Joanne and Byron's highly anticipated on-screen romance.
"You could throw yourself at Byron a hundred times, and you'd still never make it into his bed," Joanne mocked.
What Joanne and the furious public didn't know was that three years ago, when Byron was in a horrific crash, Joanne had abandoned him. It was Allyson who stayed.
Even more absurd? Allyson and Byron were actually secretly married, bound by a multi-million dollar NDA.
Determined to play her villainous role and get paid, Allyson memorized a book of cringe-inducing pickup lines, ready to disgust her secret husband on live television.
"The stars are in the sky. But you... are in my heart."
She expected the ice-cold superstar to push her away in disgust. Instead, when another male guest got too close to her, Byron completely shattered his untouchable facade, his eyes burning with a lethal, undeniable possessiveness that sent the internet into absolute chaos.
7.2
Two years ago, Amaya Bennett witnessed a murder.
A powerful man was killed in cold blood, right in front of her. She should have died that night too.
Instead, she woke up in a hospital with no memory of what happened. No faces, no names and no clues. Just fragments, blurred images that slip through her fingers every time she tries to hold on.
Now, Amaya lives a quiet life, piecing herself back together. She works part-time, avoids trouble, and stays invisible. Until she lands a job at Twilight Global.
A company owned by Jake Anderson, the cold and untouchable CEO whose father was murdered the same night Aria lost her memory. Jake spent years searching for the only witness. But she vanished without any trace. Or so he thought.
But somehow, they cross path again, working under his roof, completely unaware of the truth she carries.
The killer is still out there.
And when Amaya starts getting flashes of blood, a voice, a ring glinting under the dim light, the hunt begins again.
But this time, she's not alone. Because even before he realizes who she is... Jake has already started protecting her. In the most relentless and dangerous way.
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
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But today, her stepfather Isham summoned her to his study and slid a marriage contract across the desk. He was forcing her to marry Lucas Fitzgerald—a powerful billionaire rumored to be paralyzed from the waist down—simply so her favored stepsister Brandi wouldn't have to waste her life on a "cripple."
"If you refuse, you'll be on the street before dinner. Let's see how long you last."
Isham threatened her with cold disdain, treating her like a worthless commodity to be traded for a corporate alliance. Her stepsister Brandi kicked her door open just to mock her, calling her a pathetic country bumpkin. They even used Corey's tragically deceased mother as emotional blackmail, entirely confident in their control, secretly hiding the fact that Isham had embezzled the five-million-dollar trust fund her mother left behind.
The entire Copeland family looked down on her, convinced she was just a timid, helpless outcast who had no choice but to accept this deeply unfair fate.
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