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 5
NOVA
Pine cleaner. That is the first thing that hits you. Pine cleaner and the smell of sixty wolves who didn't know each other yet, all crammed into the same hallway. They were all making noise and taking up space because they didn't know who they needed to be afraid of or who they did have to spend the rest of their training with as roommates.
Nova kept her bag on her shoulder and her eyes on the road.
Around her, conversations blend.
"Voss is actually staying in the block this year; I heard it from -"
"No chance. Why would he?"
"Crown Pack connections, that's why. Someone said he's -"
She tuned it out.
Crown Pack.
Her jaw tightened. That was her father's whole play, wasn't it? The grand alliance. The thing he'd decided was worth more than seven fights won clean. He'd looked at her standing over Garrett's body in the dirt and seen a bargaining chip, not a successor. Packed her future into a marriage contract and handed it to strangers.
And now those strangers were apparently in her corridor.
Stay away from anyone with Crown Pack ties. Day one rule. That should be easy, right?.
She found the room number. Stopped. Checked it against the sheet.
Checked it again.
Her brain, apparently, was in the business of wishful thinking, wishing that she did get the room to herself alone.
She pushed the door open.
Narrow room. Bunk beds on either side, one window splitting the back wall, and a bathroom door hanging open on the right. Fine. Standard. Manageable.
Then she saw the man at the far side of the bunk with his back to her, one hand fishing a shirt out of his bag -
Not manageable, not manageable at all.
He turned around.
One second. That was all Caden Voss needed to look at her before the corner of his mouth did that thing. That slow, unbothered thing.
"Evening, roomie."
Nova said nothing; this was far from manageable. This was worse.
He dropped the shirt on the bunk. Didn't pick it up. Just stood there, arms loose, training pants sitting low on his hips, watching her with the particular calm of someone who'd never once had to fill a silence because silences tended to fill themselves around him.
Her eyes went to his chest.
No, they didn't.
She looked at the wall behind him.
"Put a shirt on."
"My room," taking one step after the other toward her. "My rules."
"We're sharing it."
"Yeah." Another step. "Doesn't change anything for me."
Her back hit the door.
She hadn't felt him reach past her to close it. Hadn't registered his arm, his hand, the soft click of the latch. Which meant she'd been looking at his face the whole time and hadn't noticed anything else, which was a problem she was going to deal with later when she wasn't currently dealing with this.
"Why did you close that?"
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
Close now. Close enough that she had to tip her chin up to hold his gaze, which she hated, and close enough to feel the heat off his skin, which she hated more. He ran warm. Of course he did. Deeply unhelpful. Filed and never to be thought about again.
Something shifted inside her chest. Low. Urgent. Her wolf was pressing forward like it recognised something her brain hadn't caught up to yet.
He's my mate?
The thought detonated.
No. She shoved it back hard. Sit down. Not him. Not here. Not ever.
But it didn't move. Just sat there, solid and certain, the way Cass had described it once - they'd been sixteen, lying on the cottage floor, talking about things neither of them believed would actually happen to them. 'You'll just know,' Cass had said. Like recognising a word you've always known but never seen written down.
Nova knew.
She wished she didn't.
His eyes moved over her face. Reading something. She kept it blank and felt him reading the blankness too.
"Something's off with you, kitten." Quiet. Almost like he was talking to himself.
He can't feel it. The mask kills the scent. He doesn't know what he's looking at. He just thinks you're weird.
"You're imagining things," she said.
He looked at her for a long moment.
"Am I?"
Not a question. Worse than a question.
She held his gaze and said nothing, and her wolf pressed against her ribs like it was trying to get out and introduce itself, and she told it, firmly and internally, that if it did that, she would never forgive either of them.
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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.
9.0
Corey Hendrix was the family's dirty secret, a forgotten stepdaughter deliberately hidden away in rural Montana for twenty years.
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.
They had no idea that the moment Corey walked out of that study, her submissive mask dissolved. Locking her bedroom door, she pulled out an encrypted, military-grade laptop and logged in under her real title: Commander "Argent" of the BTO special ops. This forced marriage wasn't a cage, but her perfect cover to infiltrate New York's elite and finally avenge her mother's murder.
9.0
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