CHAPTER 1 — The Transfer Student
Juvenile Academy was the kind of place where people whispered before they spoke.
Everyone had their place; The Alphas at the top of the food chain, Betas blending in, and Omegas pretending they didn't exist.
The college hallways buzzed as students drifted in small groups, laughter mixing with the scent of the room pheromones that clung faintly to the air.
"Did you hear about the transfer student?" The voice came from a girl in a pleated skirt, her lip gloss catching the sunlight that reflected through the old halls. She leaned toward her group, lowering her tone like it was classified information.
"I heard the Principal telling Mrs. Adams that it was a Beta, from another district, transferred in the middle of the semester."
Her friend scoffed. "A Beta? Who even transfers here mid-year? Unless they're trying to die early."
Laughter rippled through the small circle. They weren't lying, they were being honest. Juvenile wasn't a place for the weak, not when Alphas like him ruled the school halls
And by him, everyone meant The Alpha's Son—Miguel. The one they called the future Alpha of Silvercrest pack. His name carried a weight even when whispered, the kind that made students straighten their backs and drop eye contact.
He was leaning against his black motorcycle parked near the gate, half listening to the gossip and half bored. Everyone bent when he looked their way.
Everyone except the person walking through the gates right now.
He was tall, lean but balanced, shoulders squared, expression unreadable. He was dressed in a simple black hoodie.
"That's him," A girl whispered again, tugging her friend's arm as they all scurried to the hallways.
Miguel followed their line of sight lazily, eyes narrowing as the transfer student stepped further onto campus.
"Heard his name is Cauis." Some students whispered still taking the turn to the hallways.
Cauis. That was one of a hell magnetic bossy name.
He moved differently from everyone else. He wasn't nervous as the whole students who passed by were. He walked with a composure that even an Alpha wouldn't believe belong to a Beta.
Miguel tilted his head slightly, trying to perceive his scents. Every werewolf has one but Cauis scent was unpredictable.
Miguel didn't like that, every living thing had a scent— Even omegas do.
Beside him, one of his friends, Dax, gave a low whistle.
"Guess that's the new kid, he doesn't look like much."
Another smirked. "Give him a week. He'll be begging for space when Miguel's done with him."
Miguel didn't respond, he was still watching the new transfer student.
Caius stopped by the notice board, scanned the papers briefly, and then as though he knew he was being watched, he lifted his head to meet Miguel's gaze. Their eyes met.
It wasn't long, maybe three seconds, but it was long enough to see the uninterested gaze in Cauis eyes. Miguel expected him to glance away, that was what Betas did when an Alpha looked at them directly.
But The new student didn't. He held Miguel's gaze without flinching, unreadable, quiet… and then turned his back, walking away toward the main building like nothing happened.
A sharp laugh escaped one of Miguel's friends.
"Yo, did you see that? He didn't even blink. Guess the Beta's got no survival instinct."
Miguel's jaw flexed, but his expression stayed composed. "Maybe he doesn't know who I am."
"Then remind him," Dax said, grinning.
Miguel didn't answer right away. He was still staring at the empty space Caius had left behind.
"Yeah," he muttered at last, a slow smirk curving his mouth. "I will."
Later, Inside the Lecture Hall
The hum of conversation filled the room as students shuffled into seats. Miguel sat near the back, spinning a pen in between his fingers. He didn't care for lectures.
Sure enough, the door opened midway through roll call. Caius stepped in, a quiet presence that instantly silenced the chatter.
Every head turned to him, students whispered, some giggling at him.
Even the lecturer paused. "You must be the transfer student miss Adams talked about." Cauis nodded at him with an expressionless face. "Caius, is it?"
"Yes, sir." His tone was low, even polite but dominant.
He scanned the hall once and then started walking, heading for an empty seat near the window, right beside Miguel.
The Alpha smirked, stretching out his leg casually into the aisle. It was a test Miguel actually perform on new students.
Most Betas would step around, apologize and avoid conflict with the future Pack Alpha.
Caius didn't even slow down. He glanced down, then up at Miguel's face, his expression still unreadable.
"You should move your leg," he said quietly, voice calm but carrying an edge that made a few nearby students stiffen.
Miguel arched a brow. "Or what?"
The silence that followed wasn't loud, but it felt heavy. Caius didn't raise his voice, he didn't need to, his stare was already enough to carry out the voice in his head, cutting through Miguel's smirk like a blade.
After a second too long, Miguel chuckled under his breath and pulled his leg back. "Relax, Beta."
Caius slid past and took his seat without another word.
Miguel leaned back in his chair.
The lecture ended, but Miguel hadn't heard a single word. He sat still, eyes fixed on the side of Caius' face as students packed their bags and hurried out of the hall like bees freed from a hive.
Caius, of course, didn't rush. He slid his notebook into his backpack, zipped it with calm precision and stoof composed.
Every movement screamed unbothered, the kind that irritated Alphas like Miguel who thrived on dominance.
Miguel's fingers tapped against his desk once. "You're not from here, are you?"
Caius didn't look up. "Obviously not," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Miguel smirked. "You should know your place as a Beta."
That made Caius pause. He turned slightly, eyes sharp but still unreadable. "And you should know when to stop talking."
A low whistle escaped Dax from behind. "Damn, the Beta's got teeth."
Caius didn't even acknowledge him. He walked past, brushing the edge of Miguel's desk not intentionally, but close enough to make Miguel's muscles tighten. The scent that followed was faint, crisp, clean, but unplaceable. It wasn't Beta. It wasn't Omega either.
Miguel's instincts pricked.
"Hey," he called, pushing off the chair.
Caius turned halfway down the aisle. "What?"
Miguel stepped forward slowly, a predator's pace, "Since you are new, I'll let you know that I don't like challenges."
Caius' head tilted a little. "Then don't start one."
The few students left in the room froze, eyes darting between them. Miguel's smirk faltered just for a second, replaced by something else—shock.