Lyrana Delmare was unlike anyone else at Lunarcrest Academy, a prestigious school where the elite of every supernatural lineage, royal wolves, cunning cats, mysterious vampires, enchanting sirens, and more, learned to master their powers and uphold their legacies. But Lyrana was different. The only water-wielder in a school built for fire, fang, and claws, she stood out like a drop of rain on a sunbaked desert.Because she was different, she was a target. From whispered insults to cruel pranks, the students made sure she felt the sting of isolation every day. She tried to keep her head down, to blend into the background,but that was impossible when the very essence of her being betrayed her: her shimmering, aquatic aura that pulsed faintly with the rhythm of her emotions.The bullying escalated until he appeared.Kael Draven, the Alpha of the Oracle Moon Territory, a massive, unchallengeable werewolf territory, was as feared as he was revered. Broad-shouldered, imposing, with eyes sharp enough to cut through stone, Kael had been raised to command respect, and to dominate. When he saw Lyrana being cornered by a pack of sneering vampires, he intervened, but not to save her. No, Kael had a different idea. He stood towering behind her tormentors, and with a single growl, he sent shivers down their spines."Pathetic," he rumbled, and the bullies scattered. Then he turned to Lyrana, a cruel smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "Maybe now you’ll know who’s really in charge."From that day, Kael began targeting Lyrana in ways that confused her more than frightened her. A misplaced note in her locker, a book slammed onto her desk, sometimes helping her in class in front of the bullies, sometimes humiliating her for the same act. Lyrana had no idea whether he wanted her to succeed, or to fail spectacularly.Yet beneath the intimidation, Kael couldn’t help but notice her. Her resilience. Her quiet grace. Even in the face of cruelty, she carried herself with dignity.Then came the day that shattered his carefully guarded indifference.Kael was riding along the outskirts of the human world, a shortcut home from the Oracle Moon Territory, when he spotted a small figure hunched over a roadside stand. Lyrana . Her long, dark hair glimmering in the sunlight, her delicate hands arranging fruits with care. Beside her, a frail old woman moved slowly, her white hair falling like water over her shoulders. Kael’s heart skipped a beat.Lyrana's grandmother, blind, soft-spoken, and utterly dependent on her granddaughter, smiled at a passing customer. Lyrana’s laugh, light and musical, reached him even from the road. Kael felt something unfamiliar, something that made the tension in his chest twist. He stopped."Hey," he said casually as he approached, hiding the way his pulse raced. "How much for these?"Lyrana froze. She recognized him instantly, the wolf whose smirk haunted her nightmares, the one who made school unbearable. "It’s…It’s not for sale," she said softly, her eyes wary.Kael leaned against the stall, pretending to inspect the fruits. "You’re lying," he said, but there was no cruelty in his tone. "I can see it’s not about money."Lyrana blinked, confused. "It’s… my grandmother. She needs the income. We barely have enough."Kael’s smirk softened, and something in him shifted, a realization he wasn’t prepared for. Every time he tried to torment her, every plan he had made to break her spirit, had somehow… failed. Instead, he found himself drawn to her. Drawn to her courage, her warmth, the gentle strength that even he couldn’t shake.Before he knew it, he was patronizing her stall regularly, claiming he wanted the “freshest fruits in the city,” but really, it was an excuse to see her. Lyrana, wary and defensive, tried to resist his attention, but she couldn’t deny the small, protective gestures that no one else in the school dared offer.Kael’s duality became a game: the Alpha at school, the tormentor; the man by the roadside, kind and attentive, vulnerable in a way no one had ever seen him. And as he spent more time with Lyrana, he realized a truth that terrified him: he had fallen in love with her.The forbidden aspect of their relationship only made it more dangerous. Royals were not meant to fall for water-bearers. Werewolves did not mix with creatures from outside their hierarchy. And yet, the pull between them was undeniable. Every glance, every accidental touch, every fleeting moment made the distance between enemies and lovers vanish, just a little more each day.But love in Lunarcrest Academy was never simple. Secrets, jealous rivals, and a past that neither Kael nor Lyrana could fully escape threatened to tear them apart before they even began. And as Kael fought the part of himself trained to dominate and control, Lyrana had to learn whether trust could exist where fear once ruled.Because in a world built on bloodlines, power, and legacy, love was the most dangerous power of all.