He was a powerfully built man in his fifties, wearing a black robe embroidered with white threads resembling sharp blade edges.
His severe gaze swept over the gathered students below as if weighing their very souls and power in a single glance.
The four Alphas stood at their central private table with unwavering posture, while Roxy remained leaning against the marble column, her auburn hair gleaming beneath the dim chandelier light.
The Headmaster raised his right hand, silencing even the rustle of air in the hall.
His deep, resonant voice boomed through the microphone standing before him: “Welcome to the Royal Academy…
the lair of strength, and the forge of the lineages that rule this world.” He paused for a second, sweeping his severe eyes across the rows of new students, his tone dripping with cold authority: “In this academy, there is no place for weakness Or the fearful, and ‘equality’ does not exist.
The rules here are simple and clear: power dictates the law, and the hierarchy is untouchable.
The elite command, and the weak submit…
or are crushed underfoot.” Muffled hums of approval rippled through the elite students.
At his table, Zane offered his usual cunning smirk, while Asher’s features remained unreadable, his black eyes staring into the marble glass in his hand with icy detachment.
Caden stood with hardened features, and Damian kept his eyes fixed strictly on the Headmaster.
The Headmaster continued, raising his glass toward the glass ceiling overlooking the night sky: “Let this year be a trial of your blood and valor.
We drink a toast to power, and to the royal bloodlines that protect our throne!” Glasses rose into the air, accompanied by roaring cheers and thunderous applause from the students as the orchestra resumed its music.
However, the second the Headmaster brought the glass to his lips…
**the music abruptly cut off, and the lights plunged!** It didn’t stop because of the musicians.
Instead, the ambient sounds dampened as if the entire hall had sunk underwater.
The massive crystal chandeliers dimmed, and a radiant beam of silver moonlight cut through the transparent glass ceiling like a sword, descending directly upon Roxy and the four Alphas!
The students’ bodies went rigid.
The Headmaster froze on his platform, glass in hand, incapable of movement.
Time itself seemed to freeze for everyone…
except Roxy and the four Alphas.
A searing heat flared in the Alphas’ chests, and a burning mark ignited on their necks.
At the same time, the exact same mark materialized on Roxy’s human wrist.
In that frozen instant, it wasn’t a physical voice echoing in their ears, but an ethereal, sharp whisper echoing directly into their minds and souls a sound like howling night winds and the roar of deep space: *”To the royal bloodline…
and to the soul that bows to no one.
The dual destiny has been sealed.
Four Alphas…
and one Luna.
This is the sacred bond chosen for you.”* Asher gasped heavily, slamming his hand against his chest, his black eyes dilating in a shock that turned his blood cold.
His inner wolf howled wildly inside his mind, demanding to drop to its knees before this human!
As for Zane, his mocking smirk vanished for the very first time.
He sank back into his seat, struggling to breathe through the scorched air and the new scent flooding the hall Roxy’s scent, which had suddenly become like a magical blade driving their senses into a spin.
**Caden** went rigid in his place as if a polished spear had driven straight through his chest.
The searing heat of the burning mark on their necks struck like glowing embers.
His broad shoulders jerked back, his emerald eyes flaring with a dangerous, wild light.
Inside his consciousness, his wolf, **Volcano**, roared with a force that shook his very soul: *(It’s her, Caden!
That auburn human isn’t just an arrogant girl defying us…
She is destiny!
The Luna we were promised…
Bow to her or burn in her bond!)* Caden gripped the edge of the royal table so hard his fingers dug into the solid marble.
His rebellious, fierce gaze locked onto Roxy in a mixture of shock, violent refusal, and an overwhelming desire to possess this flame that had pierced through his armor.
As for **Damian**, the strict Alpha who sanctified law and hierarchy, his shock transformed into an even more dangerous, absolute stillness.
His harsh jaw locked, his frame stiffening like a forged blade as his icy eyes analyzed the glowing mark burning on their necks and on Roxy’s wrist with terrifying precision.
For the first time in his life, he felt his rigid rules crumbling before an authority higher than the academy’s law and its bloodlines.
The aura of the sacred bond had descended like absolute fate, forcing his inner wolf the most disciplined and strict among them to bow its head before a human who possessed no fangs, yet had become, by eternal law, the sole keeper of their throne and their only Luna.
The stunned eyes of the four Alphas met between the pain of the burning mark and the sheer weight of the revelation.
Then, all their gazes the rebellious, the dominant, the playful, and the stern locked onto Roxy, who stood beneath the beam of silver moonlight, staring at the glowing mark on her wrist with unwavering, icy composure.
The silvery light dissolved, and time surged back into the hall all at once!
Gasps of pure shock erupted from the mouths of students and professors alike.
The Headmaster pushed up from his throne-like chair, a look of utter bewilderment plastered across his features.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Roxy demanded, her voice sharp and cutting.
One of the senior professors stepped forward, his tone breathless and disbelieving before the stunned crowd: “It’s…
the Sacred Bond.
You are the fated Luna to all four Alphas!”
Give me more motivation!