Kaito checked his wristwatch for the seventh time. He was going crazy.
The lesson was dragging too long. His classmates still couldn’t pass the wolfsbane boundary — a force that could trap any werewolf in one place.
He had done it already.
He was the first.
It wasn’t even that hard. They were just lazy, making excuses.
Standing in the thick forest, Kaito’s mind drifted.
Had Angel arrived yet?
Principal Valois promised to send the letter days ago. But he hadn’t seen the boy.
Maybe the principal was delaying things on purpose. She could be sneaky like that.
Kaito’s jaw tightened. It all made sense now.
He didn’t bother waiting any longer. He raised his hand, cutting through the air.
The teacher, Mr. Slade, saw him but acted like he didn’t. He just kept talking to the other students.
Kaito dropped his hand and spoke louder, voice sharp.
"Excuse me. Can I have your attention?"
Silence fell. Heads turned.
Finally.
"You already had my attention," Mr. Slade said, raising a brow.
"Did I?" Kaito smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "Since I’m done with my work, can I go back to the dorms?"
"And what’s more important there than your lessons?" the teacher asked.
Kaito sighed, his patience snapping.
"The new students have arrived," he said, voice firm. "And I’m expecting a roommate to...."
His classmates did not allow him to finish. They kept on asking each other with a surprise look on their faces if he had a roommate.
Kaito paid no attention to them but Mr. Slade called them to order. He asked them to be quiet.
"No, young master Kaito," he replied. "You can’t go. You must stay and see what your mates are doing."
Kaito felt his blood boiled. He hated when someone turned him down. Mr. Slade was testing his patience today but for some reason, he could not go after him.
There was a law. Since he was the leader of the west (gold) house, if he hurt his teacher, he would lose his position.
He did not want that.
But who said he can’t do it later when no one is watching? Taros will be of help as well. They could do it tonight.
Kaito bit his lower lips. Where the hell was Taros? Why did he have to go home when he needed his best friend the most?
The school was boring without him. He would made things fun by now because Taros feared no laws. He was leader of North (White house) and the Lord of mischiefs.
After waiting for five minutes, he got really pissed.
"I am going to leave," Kaito said, as he picked his keys on the rock and began to walk away.
He could hear his mates appalling his guts and Mr. Slade threatening to report him to the boards.
But he didn’t care.
Kaito entered his room.
It was empty.
Good. The orientation must still be dragging on.
Without wasting time, he pulled his clothes and went straight to the shower.
He needed to rinse off the dirt — and the anger Mr. Slade had left behind.
Under the hot water, Kaito’s thoughts drifted.
Maybe having a roommate was a mistake.
He didn’t like anyone close.
Not even Taros — his only real friend.
They had been brothers long before Alpha Academy, but even then, Kaito kept his own space.
So why now?
Why let someone in?
Angel. That was the boy’s name.
It sounded too soft.
Too fragile for a place like this.
Or was it because of her?
Angela.
The girl his father promised him.
They hadn’t met, but her uncle never shut up about how beautiful she was.
Kaito sighed and leaned against the cold wall for a moment.
Did he even want a mate yet?
Or was it just another thing his father thought he should have?
He sighed.
Maybe it didn’t matter.
Either way, it was too late to turn back now.
Kaito turned off the shower.
He hadn’t brought a towel.
Why would he? No one ever entered his room without permission.
He opened the bathroom door and stepped out, water dripping down his body.
It was at that moment, fate machineries got into action and the door to his room swung open.
A boy walked in, dragging a heavy bag behind him.
He closed the door and turned the lock.
Their eyes met.
Kaito froze.
The boy froze too.
Neither moved.
For a second, Kaito forgot he was naked.
He forgot everything.
A strange heat ran through him, low and dangerous.
What the hell?
He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself.
The boy gasped, his face turning bright red.
Then, with a sharp yelp, he spun around so fast he almost dropped his bag.
Kaito just stood there, heart pounding, staring at the stranger fate had thrown into his world.