Beneath the Alpha's Moon

Eldur’s POV

I never thought I’d say this, but... humans are weird.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve tortured vampires and made grown werewolves cry like newborn pups. I’ve opened portals in the middle of a fight just to drop my enemies into a nest of venomous serpents, just for the fun of it. But stepping into a human university? Westbridge University?

That was... terrifying.

Let’s rewind a bit.

After that ridiculous—yet effective—talk with my parents about me wanting to explore the human world, Adrian, my charmingly manipulative vampire father, pulled some invisible strings. And by invisible strings, I mean he made the dean of Westbridge University wet his pants and approve my admission. My father didn’t say what he did—he never does—but the gleam in his eye when he handed me the acceptance letter was enough.

"You’re in," he said, sipping blood wine at ten in the morning like it was juice. "Literature and History, naturally. You’ve always had a flair for dramatic violence and tragic love stories."

I rolled my eyes. "You mean cursed kings and bloody battles."

He smiled, fangs peeking out just slightly. "Exactly."

Mother didn’t say much. Juliette just leaned against the doorway with her arms folded, green eyes locked on me like she was trying to read my mind. "So you’re really doing this?" she asked after a long pause.

"Yeah. I’m doing this for me," I said.