The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans

The moment stretched, thick and suffocating.

I didn’t even realize my supplies had slipped from my hands until I heard the soft thuds of cans hitting the floor, packets skidding across the marble. A glass bottle cracked, but the sound barely registered.

Because standing in front of me was him.

Kieran Valerius Hunter.

The Lycan Prince.

My breath stalled in my chest, my entire world shrinking down to the man before me. He was tall, towering over me like an unmovable force. His long black hair framed a face so sharp and defined it almost didn’t seem real, strong jawline, high cheekbones, and those fiery golden eyes. Gods, those eyes. They gleamed like a predator’s under the moonlight, piercing, cold, and unreadable.

Power rolled off him in waves, suffocating and inescapable.

I was frozen, every nerve in my body on high alert, my pulse hammering against my ribs.

Then—

"The fuck do you think you’re doing?"

The snarl shattered the trance, and before I could react, rough hands grabbed me.

"How dare you bump into the prince like that?" One of the Lycan students accompanying Kieran yanked me forward, his grip bruising. "You should consider yourself dead."