What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.

My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.

And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.

It was 8:00 AM, and I was sitting in the cramped seat of a plane, staring out the window at the endless stretch of clouds. The familiar feeling of travel should've been comforting, but there was nothing comforting about this. I wasn't happy to be going home. I wasn't relieved, or even eager to return to the safety of my family. I should have been. I should've been jumping for joy, grateful to be escaping the nightmare that had haunted me. But instead, I felt an insidious, cold weight pressing down on my chest.


Chapter 192 - Going Home