Filed to story: When The Moon Hides Crown
At Finn’s name, something flickered in Ronan’s gaze. His jaw tightened. He stepped closer, eyes sharper.
“Is Finn the only one with a uniform in this entire academy?” he asked flatly.
“What?” I stared, confused.
He towered over me, voice heavy and unwavering. “Ill take responsibility for your loss. Take my uniform.”
SERAPHINA
Everything froze for a moment as my eyes locked with Ronan’s. Take responsibility? By offering me his uniform?
“What a joke,” I muttered under my breath, jaw tight as I stormed off the field. My hands still tingled from the cold, but the heat rising inside me was pure irritation. Ronan’s arrogance burned hotter than the evening sun ever could. Tossing his uniform at me after knocking the uniform over the edge earlier. Acting like he owned the damn academy
By the time I reached my room, the damp fabric of my shirt clung to my skin, chilling me to the bone. I yanked open the wardrobe, grabbing the oversized shirt and jacket! always wore-my shield to mask the curves I wasn’t allowed to have here.
The room was empty. Everyone else was in the showers. Since I couldn’t use them, not with the Alphas in there, I settled for wiping myself clean with a damp cloth. It wasn’t ideal, but it was safer.
Just as I thought about changing, the door creaked open.
I froze.
Ronan stepped in, a bag slung casually over his shoulder.
Panic flared in my chest. Thank the Moon Goddess, I hadn’t taken off my clothes yet.
“What do you want now?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes.
He raised a brow, completely unfazed. “Taking responsibility,” he said, tossing the bag onto my bed. The corner of a black and gold uniform slipped out.I crossed my arms, glaring. ” don’t need your help. Do your charity work somewhere else.”
“I don’t do charity,” he replied coolly, stepping closer. His presence was different this time-heavier, more commanding. “If word got out that the newbie cried over a dirty uniform because of me, my reputation would suffer.”
He stopped just inches from me and added, “So, Seth Darven… accept it while I’m asking nicely.”
The corner of my lips twitched at his attitude. “Or what?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.
His expression flickered like he wasn’t used to being questioned. But he composed himself quickly, leaning even closer.
“Or Finn might end up losing all his uniforms… or worse, his place in the academy.”
My heart dropped. He’s threatening me? Over a uniform?
“What the hell..”
He stepped in, until only a breath separated us. “Accept it, Seth Darven,” he said again, softer this time. He picked up the bag he’d tossed and placed it gently in my hands. “Mine is better than Finn’s.”
I stared down at the bag between us, then looked back up. “Your uniforms are the same. Why are you so obsessed with giving me yours?”
“Nothing about me is the same,” he murmured, his gaze sharpening.”
Don’t compare me to him or anyone else for that matter.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but his next comment stopped me cold.
“Your scentless body is already getting on my nerves. And I alreadyfucking know that my instict are not something good for you, I don’t know how I’ll tolerate it if you start smelling like another wolf thanks to their uniform. So use mine.”
His voice wasn’t demanding-it was low, rough, and steady. Not dominance, but possession.
My heartbeat jumped. What did he mean by instinct? What instinct was he talking about? I felt danger for some reason.
The uniform in my hands suddenly felt heavier. Also giving me his uniform instead of Finn’s… it was as if he wanted me to smell like him
No, I shook the thought from my head.
“I still don’t want it. It won’t fit me anyway,” I muttered, shoving it back into his hands and turning away.
But before I could step aside, something dropped over my head-the uniform. His scent curled around me, thick and disorienting. It wasn’t neatly folded anymore; it now covered my head, brushing my back and shoulders.
His breath warmed my ear as he whispered, “Try it on. If it doesn’t fit… throw it away.”
My heart pounded as his chest brushed lightly against mine. Then he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.
Slowly, I pulled the shirt off my head and looked at it. The fabric was rich and smooth beneath my fingers.
And the size…
“It’s our size,” Phina whispered in my head.
I stepped in front of the mirror, holding it again myself. It fits. Nottoo tight, not baggy-just the way I always wore my clothes.
Then I peeked into the bag.
Two more uniforms, each tailored to fit me.
My fingers traced the seams, a strange mix of confusion and unease settling in my chest.
“It’s definitely Ronan’s uniform,” I murmured. “But how did he know my measurements? When did he get these? Why would he go out of his way… for me?”
Cassius and Reed returned to the room after their shower, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I still hadn’t showered. I’d waited for hours, hoping for a moment when the place was empty, but it never was. Every time I checked, there were still Alphas in there-laughing, talking, moving around without a care. I couldn’t risk it.
Exhausted and out of patience, I finally gave in.
Locking the stall door behind me, I stripped quickly and wiped myself down with a wet towel. It wasn’t even close to a real shower, but it washed away the sweat and grime. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. At least I didn’t smell like a battlefield anymore.
Afterward, I slipped into a loose T-shirt and jeans, throwing on my jacket like armor. All I wanted now was to collapse on the bed and disappear into sleep.
But as I stepped out of the stall, tugging the hem of my shirt down over my hips, I froze.
Someone had noticed.
My heart plummeted.
“Well, well,” Dante drawled, grinning like he’d won something.Shit.
He leaned casually against the tiled wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning me slowly-meticulously. Too meticulously.