Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Charis

I finally reached my classroom, a smile on my face and my heart still fluttering from the morning’s unexpected tenderness with Kael.

The building wasn’t difficult to locate; it took me just two turns, and I arrived, coupled with the fact that I spotted a few familiar faces of other first-year students.

Right at the entrance of the classroom, there was a wooden box with ’OPEN ME’ written in bold letters across the front. Following the obvious instruction, I lifted the lid to reveal dozens of tiny compartments inside, each labelled with a student’s name in neat handwriting.

I found the one labelled ’Eamon Riggs’ and opened it. Inside was a golden card etched with my alias and embossed with the Ravenshore crest. I turned it over, rechecking the compartment, but nothing was written on it.

No instructions.

Shrugging, I slipped the card into my bag, alongside the new phone Kael had given me, took a deep breath to steady my nerves and walked into the classroom.

The classroom was larger than I’d expected. Like a mini amphitheatre with tiered rows of desks arced around a central teaching platform, it reminds me of a university lecture hall. French windows lined the side of the classroom, giving us a view of the Academy compound.

I recognised several faces from orientation and the dining hall, but I kept my gaze lowered as I made my way to an empty seat at the back of the class. The last thing I wanted was unwanted attention on my first day.

I’d just settled into a chair and was pulling out my schedule to make some personal adjustments when a shadow loomed over my desk.

"Hey, roommate."

I looked up to find Phil—Phil Whitmore from Redmoon pack—my former dorm mate, flashing me a sheepish smile.