Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Is there a problem back there?” Raza called.
“Nope.” I wiggled on Edric’s lap, ripping a raspy grunt out of him. “No problem at all.”
“Why am I so turned on by this?” Edric shouted down the bond, making me snort. He’d been wrestling with his equal parts loathing and lusting after me the entire week, and it was nothing short of entertaining.
The show over, everyone else returned to the lesson except for Paxton sitting down in front. He kept right on staring.
In the week since I named myself Headmistress Volana, a lot of changes had transformed Corvin Academy.
The first thing I did after accidentally bonding with Edric was released Badr, Paxton, and Orion. I didn’t want to use the trials for my own personal vendettas, so I let them go, making myself look like even more of a saint in the process. But that wasn’t all.
Blatantly ripping off mundane colleges, I had all the courses and tracks changed so that students could take classes based on their interests—not their wolves.
The first thing Nia did after making a full recovery was first lie and tell everyone she had no idea how the nurse died, and then she dumped all the omega classes she was forced to take, and signed up for the classes that used to be for the betas. She was now taking creative writing, screenwriting, and art classes in hopes of both writing her first play, and then bringing it to life.
The omega dorms had also all been vacated since I put the empty rooms in the beta, epsilon, and alpha dorms up for grabs. Along with that, I put an end to the different meals for different shifter wolves, and now everyone was eating gourmet.
But even though all the changes were positive and the betas and alphas lost nothing, they bitched and moaned about it like nothing else. Blah blah blah all day long about me trampling on tradition, betraying the ancestors, giving the fishes false hope, and wasting my time on changes that were never going to stick after the alpha council blew in and put everything back the way it belonged.
Speaking of the alpha council, I didn’t confiscate everyone’s cellphones or computers, so the first thing they did was go whining and complaining to their mommies and daddies. Sunella called Dagem’s office the first thing the morning after Edric and I hooked up.
I answered on the second ring.
“Good morning, Sunella.”
“Makena? Is that you?”
“Afraid not,” I chirped. “It’s Daciana. Remember me? We bonded when you pardoned me for murder.”
Silence reigned on the other end.
“Sunella?” I sang, spinning in Dagem’s desk chair. “I’m sure you called for a reason. Let’s hear it.”
“Where’s Makena?” she dropped, voice hard. “What did you do to her?”
“I gave her eight million dollars to fuck off to France and she took the money so fast, she broke my finger snatching the debit card from me.”
More silence.
“What? You don’t believe me? I’m sure your informants were recording the whole thing. They can send you the video.”
Sunella cut through the bullshit. “You released the video. Why? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? It’s already been watched six million times!”
“I was forced to release the video. You must’ve seen that too. Lucia knew I would never under any circumstances give up my protection, so when they forced me to call her and demand the video be deleted, that was pretty much all the info she needed to know I was in trouble,” I said. “I told him that. I warned him! He knew trying to mess with or trick Lucia would result in the video going wide, but he did it anyway. I never wanted it to come to this.”
“Him?” she pounced. “Who is him?”
“I—I can’t say.” I got choked up. “He’d be so angry if I—I can only say he’s one of my fates and— His power over me is just too strong. I can’t go against him!”
“I fucking hate your ass.”
I bit down hard on a laugh.
“I see. And what about these changes that the academy has undergone?” she asked. “Is this his doing too?”
“The truth?”
“What do you think!” she barked.
I laughed. “Fair enough. Here’s the truth: A few months ago, Luame sent me a vision.”
“What? A vision? That’s not possible.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You know it is.”
“But no high priestess is known to have had visions for hundreds of years,” she cried. “Why you? Why now?”
“No other high priestess is known to have more than one fate for hundreds of years either. Haven’t we established that I’m special?”
I could practically feel the woman despising me from the other end. “All right, let’s say I believe you—”
“Excuse me?” I sliced in, chill entering my voice. “Do you truly think I would dare to claim a false vision in Luame’s name? Do you think Luame so weak that she’d let me? How dare you.”