The classroom buzzed with ordinary noise—papers rustling, pens tapping, chairs shifting—until Nina's voice sliced through it.
"You think you can make theAlpha of the Wolf Pack fall head over heels for you ..?".The moon goddess would never allow that..
The words struck like a thunderclap.
For a heartbeat, silence drowned the room.Isabella blinked in bewilderment, muttering Alpha? Wolf pack? Moon goddess as if they'd misheard. But the wolves went rigid, their eyes narrowing with sharp recognition. The hybrids too shifted uneasily, exchanging nervous glances.
Isabella froze. The words tangled in her chest like thorns. Alpha. Wolf Pack. Moon goddess.She stared at Nina, wide-eyed, her lips parting.
"Alpha of… the what? What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling in the thickening silence.
The classroom felt suspended, as though time itself held its breath. Every gaze was either locked on Nina in shock or flickering nervously toward Isabella.
Nina's face drained of color. She hadn't meant to say it. She couldn't take it back.
Isabella's innocent question rang louder than it should have, echoing against the walls, against every nervous heartbeat in the room.
And then—
Snap.
The sound cracked through the silence like lightning.
Oliver.
He stood at the back, expression unreadable, fingers still raised from the snap. The air shimmered faintly, like water rippling under moonlight.
Isabella blinked. Her brows furrowed for a second, then smoothed into blank calm. As per the people there the word Alpha slipped from isabella'd mind as if it had never existed.
But Isabella…remembered
Her head spun. The word still pulsed in her mind. Alpha. Wolf Pack. It hadn't vanished.
She swallowed, staring at Seraphina with wide, desperate eyes.
"Seph… what did she mean? Why is no one saying anything? What's going on?"
Seraphina's pen trembled in her hand. She glanced at Nina, then at Oliver—who watched them with eyes too dark, too knowing—and then finally at Isabella. Her throat bobbed as she whispered, barely audible, "Bella… please. Don't speak of it again. Not here."
The air felt strange. Heavy. Dreamlike. Isabella blinked rapidly, but the classroom seemed to ripple, as though the world itself had tried to erase what she now knew. Yet in her chest, the forbidden words burned bright.
Alpha. Wolf Pack.
And in the corner of her vision, Oliver's gaze lingered on her.
Just for a second.
As though he knew she remembered.