They want to own you, not love you. One will claim your blood, another your fire, but the third, he wants to twist you into his own monstrous pleasure.
The chapter opens mid-action with **Emily**, the oblivious human transfer student, sprinting through the rain-slicked quad of Blackthorne University, late for orientation. The campus is unnervingly pristine—too polished, like a set piece. Shadows move just beyond her periphery. Meanwhile, the three alpha predators circle her like sharks scenting blood
Chad the blonde white stud with blue eyes. Chad's chambers were a symphony of silk and shadow, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and something darker, something that made Eliza’s head spin. He pulled her onto a bed draped with crimson velvet, his blue eyes burning with possessive triumph. "You chose well, little mouse," he purred, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, then sliding lower. Her breath hitched as his lips found the sensitive skin of her throat, a low groan rumbling in his chest. He needed to break her will, to make her his. "This is just the beginning," he whispered, his touch growing bolder, igniting a confusing heat within her. But as his tongue flicked against her skin, a sudden, sharp chill pierced the room, and a voice like cracking ice spoke, "Such haste, incubus. And such a waste of potential." Chad froze, his grip tightening on Eliza, his eyes snapping towards the doorway where Drakon stood, radiating a furious heat that made the shadows writhe.