Trapped to the Cruel Alpha

“This is a library. Stop.” Monica hissed under her breath, shoving Daniel’s hand away when he slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her forehead again.

“You want this too, don’t you?” he murmured near her ear. “Besides, everyone’s gone home.”

“I need to leave. I have a statistics exam tomorrow morning.” Monica quickly gathered the books scattered across the table.

“Monica, come on, baby.” His broad hand reached for her wrist once more.

“We already agreed. Not here. This is a public place. We said we wouldn’t do anything like this in public.” She brushed him off again and strode toward the library exit.

Her skin still burned from every touch Daniel had given her. Desire pulsed through her body, unwelcome and distracting. But the entire campus was covered by CCTV cameras. If she was caught doing anything inappropriate, she could lose her scholarship. In the worst case, she could be expelled.

“I saw you kissing in the library.”

The cold voice made her stop instantly.

“Killian?” Monica turned with a frown.

He rarely acknowledged her existence, much less spoke to her directly.

Killian was her fiercest academic rival. Both of them were fighting for first place in their faculty and for the elite scholarship that came with a generous cash award.

“Yes,” Killian said calmly. “And I took a photo of you with Daniel. If I send it to the Academic Office, then…”

“What do you want?” Monica snapped. “Trying to win like this is pathetic. And Daniel only kissed my forehead. Is that suddenly a crime?”

She still could not understand how someone as intelligent as Killian could stoop so low.

“I need your help,” he said, voice clipped, as if forcing the words out.

“With what? And you delete the photo first.”

“Afterward.” His expression remained unreadable. “Tonight is the full moon. I promised my parents I would bring my mate home and complete the betrothal ceremony.”

Monica stared at him. “You’re a werewolf?”

“Yes.”

The answer came with a short nod.

“Fine. Then what exactly do you need from me?”

“Pretend to be my mate,” Killian said. “And fake an engagement.”

“What?” She nearly laughed from disbelief. “Have you lost your mind? Killian, you’re supposed to be a genius.”

“Being a genius doesn’t magically produce a mate.” His jaw tightened. “Choose. Help me, and I delete the photo. Refuse, and it goes to the Academic Office.”

Amberbridge University accepted werewolf students alongside humans. In the province of Amberbridge, werewolves had lived openly among humans for generations under strict laws forbidding them from harming or disturbing human citizens.

An hour later, Monica stood outside Killian’s family estate.

The mansion blazed with lights. Luxury cars lined the driveway, and elegant guests moved in and out of the entrance. Everything had clearly been prepared long before tonight.

Her phone buzzed.

Don’t panic. It’s only an act.

A second message followed.

Use text only. SMS or WhatsApp. Werewolves can hear whispers.

Monica swallowed hard.

When the master of