Chapter 1 The dorm mistake
Malia’s POV
The moment I stepped through the glittering gates of Mooncrest College, I felt the world shift.
The air was crisper, richer… denser.
A campus was founded on old werewolf power.
A place where every student reeked of dominance, privilege, and fullblood strength.
And then there was me.
Malia Hart.
The half-blood.
The Omega hybrid with a wolf so weak that she barely stirred inside me any longer.
No sooner had my boots struck the marble path than heads were turning. Not out of admiration, not curious. But because they could smell me.
Whispers rippled through the courtyard.
“Who’s that?”
“She doesn’t smell like a purewolf.”
“Diluted… maybe half-human.”
“Why would the Council let an Omega hybrid in here?”
My throat tightened, and I clung to my letter of acceptance as if it might protect me from their gazes. It was like going through a kingdom where I didn’t belong—because I didn’t.
Mooncrest College wasn’t just a school.
It was the school.
The school of the wealthiest, most powerful, and most prestigious wolf families in the pack. A place where the Moonfall bloodline reigned like royalty. And I was here on one scant line on a letter only for that reason:
“GRANTED FULL SCHOLARSHIP BY THE UNDERPRIVILEGED YOUTH COUNCIL.”
Basically a charity case.
I swallowed and hauled my duffel strap up higher on my shoulder, forcing my feet to move.
Dormitory building B — Room 302.
That was going to be my new home.
I kept repeating the number to myself like a mantra. If I just kept moving maybe they wouldn’t look at me.
Maybe today could end peacefully. I should have known.
By the time I was on the third floor, my hands were wet. The pounding in my chest was so deafening I could barely hear. Outside the door I stopped, with the gold-plated numbers:
302
I sighed.
Please let my roommate be normal.
I turned the knob and went in. Breathe. Take a deep breath… I even forgot to breathe.
The room was nice. Honestly beautiful. Through a large window, sunlight was pouring in, golden and warm. The floor was polished wood and gleamed as if he had just mopped it. A little study table was drafted near the window, which has started to make me imagine nighttime reading, eating snacks that are scattered all over.
I went in and the door closed softly behind me. I can’t stop smiling and I couldn’t also wait to see the girl I’m going to be rooming with.
Maybe college wouldn’t be so bad after all. Then my eyes traveled the room… and rest on something that stop me in mid-blink. One bed!
Just one. Only one?
The crisper white sheets on the well-crafted large, single bed and the lush duvet. The wardrobe next to it was open, revealing the empty inside.
Completely empty.
"Wait… what?"
I blinked again – Harder this time. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe there was a second bed hidden somewhere. Maybe this is one of those strange shaped rooms with a secret folding bed.
I looked around the room, at the corners, down the walls, under the desk. Nothing.
"But I'm supposed to have a roommate," I whispered, stunned. “Why is there only one bed?”
Until—
CREAK!
I turned—and froze.
A tall, gorgeous boy stepped out of the bathroom and stood by the door, a towel wrapped low around his hips as drops of water ran down his torso. His blonde hair was still wet from a shower, and every slow movement of his body screamed dominance.
A full-blooded alpha.
My stomach dropped.
He looked up at the sound of the door. And then— He sniffed the air. His jaw tightened.
His expression shifted with immediate disgust.
“Great,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair. “They put the hybrid in here.”
Cheeks flushed with heat. “S-sorry… I think there’s been a— a mistake. This was my room but I can get a room—”
“No.” His voice was sharp, cold. “Mooncrest never makes mistakes. ”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles visibly flexing like he was doing it intentionally. His eyes were a dark, startling blue—arctic and hostile.
He smelled like raw alpha power.
Rich. Sharp. Dominant.
Everything I wasn’t.
“Figures,” he added, his gaze gliding over me as if I was something he had to wipe off the bottom of his shoe. “They’re going to put the charity case in the alpha wing.”
I blinked. “I don’t want your charity.”
“No?” He grinned. “Your scent says otherwise.”
My wolf whimpered inside me.
Heck, he smelled it.
Every full wolf could.
I wasn’t of pure blood. I didn’t have some big bad beast clawing around inside me like they did.
“My name’s Malia Hart,” I bit out, nail bent, clinging to the dilapidated for dear life. “And you are…?”
A slow, cruel smile curved his lips.
“You really don’t know?”
“I— I just got here.”
He moved forward. My breath hitched. His presence was so strong, it was as if you were going to be hit by the next still coming storm.
“I’m Aiden Moonfall,” he said quietly. “Next heir of the Moonfall line.”
My stomach flipped.
The Moonfall triplets.
The most powerful wolves in the nation.
Everyone in Mooncrest had a girl crush on them.
The whole school turned around them.
And I was half a meter away from one of them… and he was looking at me like I had just polluted the air.
Fantastic.
Turning away, he flung his towel on the bed with an air of nonchalant arrogance. “Just stay out of my way. I’m not babysitting a hybrid.”
My throat burned. “I wasn’t planning on—”
“Thank you.”
He didn’t even let me finish. He turned and walked back to the bathroom.My heart leaped in panic. Something in his power pressed down on my chest like gravity.
He stopped in the doorway and looked back at me with a bored glance.
A king taking a look at someone who wasn’t meant to be in his kingdom.
“One more thing,” he said quietly.
I batted my eyes. “What?”
“Don't mess with my stuff,” he said.
His eyes went to my trembling hands. “Or breathe on my bed. Don't breathe near my stuff. Or talk too much.”
I was taken aback. “Excuse me?”
But he was already gone, the door clicked shut behind him. Stillness descended upon me.
For a full minute I gaped at the blank wall, stunned.
This was my roommate?
The arrogant, cold, untouchable Aiden Moonfall?
A wolf that hated me before I even before getting to know me?
Excellent.
Absolutely perfect.
I deposited my bag on the floor and collapsed on the side of the bed that was apparently mine. It had a faint scent of detergent and… shame.
All at once, I was hit by the weight of it all — the stares, the whispers, the smell of dominance wherever I looked.
I tucked my knees into my chest and hid my face in my hands.
“Day one,” I whispered hoarsely. “And I already want to go home.