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      Chapter 55

      by Quinn Hawthorne The world around me was silent, a suffocating kind of quiet that pressed against my ears, thick as fog. The dream always began like this: in the depths of shadow, where the air seemed alive, pulsing with whispers that slithered along my skin. This time, though, it felt different. More sinister, more tangible, as if the shadows were no longer content to merely watch—they wanted to touch, to claim. I stood in an endless expanse of darkness, the ground beneath my feet cold and unyielding like stone. I took…
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      Chapter 54

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first rays of morning light crept across the room, brushing over the curtains and casting a warm, muted glow across the space. I moved quietly, careful not to disturb the stillness of our quarters as I arranged the last of the breakfast on the small table in the kitchenette. The pastries were warm, the eggs perfectly cooked, and the tea steeped just right. It was simple, but it was hers, ours, something that made this space feel like a home amidst the chaos outside. I glanced back toward the nest,…
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      Chapter 53

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I stepped into the bedroom that housed my nest, the tension of the day clung to me like a second skin. The soft glow of the string lights whispered promises of reprieve, but my mind was a chaotic mess, refusing to settle. I set my bag down beside the mattress, sinking onto the plush cushions that made up my haven. My fingers found their way to the bracelet Gideon had slipped into my bag, its cool metal heavy and unfamiliar against my skin. I studied the intricate loops and etchings, the…
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      Chapter 52

      by Quinn Hawthorne The soft thrum of chatter filled the hallway as I made my way toward my next class. The whispers that had once been background noise seemed louder now, each word carving deeper under my skin. I could feel eyes following me, assessing, judging, and the stares carried a sharper edge than before. Ever since my omega status became public knowledge, the dynamic had shifted, and not in my favor. “Look at her. Always thought she was too good for everyone, and now she’s playing the innocent omega card,” a…
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      Chapter 51

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I shut the door behind me, her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—vanilla and lily of the valley, lingering on my skin, taunting me, clinging to me like a brand I didn’t want to shake. It was maddening. That scent wasn’t supposed to get under my skin, but it was there, woven into every inhale, igniting something primal, something dark. The memory of her body pressed against mine burned behind my eyes, the shock in her face when I’d leaned in, the heat sparking between us like a live…
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      Chapter 50

      by Quinn Hawthorne   The hallway outside the Headmaster’s office was silent, save for the echo of my footsteps. My pulse still drummed with the remnants of tension from that meeting. Every word from Headmaster Brightwen had felt like a calculated trap, each offer of “support” baited with underlying intentions. The air felt thick, as though the shadows themselves carried a warning to stay on guard. But I barely took three steps before I felt another presence blocking my path. Xavier. His figure loomed in…
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      Chapter 48

      by Quinn Hawthorne   The Pyrope Garnet felt heavier every day. Its pulse beneath my collarbone was a constant reminder of the power simmering inside me, a force I hadn’t yet fully grasped. But the cost was becoming clearer with each passing class. I sat at the back of the classroom, pretending to take notes, but the strain of trying to contain my powers had me distracted. My fingers itched against the fingerless gloves, which I’d started wearing to hide the ever-darkening mark. The urge to pull the gloves off and…
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      Chapter 47

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I stepped into my nest, a sense of quiet washed over me, like sinking into still water after a storm. The noise of the hallways, the stares, and whispered words faded to nothing, leaving only the soft glow of string lights and the familiar comfort of my carefully constructed space. I let out a long breath, dropping my bag and sinking onto the plush mattress. The Garnet rested against my collarbone, warm, steady—a quiet pulse of power grounding me, connecting me to the magic that was now mine.…
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      Chapter 45

      by Quinn Hawthorne The knock was measured, intentional. I knew who it was before I even opened the door. Word traveled fast around here, and it was only a matter of time before Gideon and Xavier came knocking, likely looking for answers. Or at least for me to confirm what they’d already heard. I swung open the door, and there they were, standing side by side like some odd pair of investigators—Gideon looking tense, almost hurt, and Xavier guarded, his usual easygoing demeanor subdued. “So, it’s true then,”…
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      Chapter 44

      by Quinn Hawthorne My dorm felt oddly empty as I reached the familiar door, my hand pausing on the doorknob. Everything looked the same—the worn edges of the door, the slightly faded plaque listing the names of the residents. I squinted, feeling a sense of unease settle in my stomach. There was only one name on it. My heart skipped a beat as I took a closer look. My name was there, “Gideon Carter,” etched in the same blocky typeface I’d seen for the last four years. But underneath it, where “Silas Graves”…
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