ROXANNA.
We got to the second wing, which turned out to be my dormitory. I showed the document given to me at the administrative block, and after checking it, the house master assigned me a room.
"Your room is right next to mine, so you don't have to worry," Zane said quietly as the keys were handed to me.
He led the way upstairs, and I felt relieved when I realized my room was on the second floor. There were four floors in total, and I could not help wondering what I would have done if I had been given a room at the very top.
"Who stays in that room?" I asked, pointing at the door on the fourth floor. It stood out because it was the only one painted white.
"The Magister's room," Zane replied. When he noticed the confusion on my face, he added, "Just like an Alpha, he is the leader of this wing."
"Oh, I see," I murmured, glancing at the door one last time before slipping my key into the lock.
The door opened easily, and I froze in surprise. The room was far better than I had imagined. Dark walls, colored furniture, and soft glowing lights made it feel warm and calm. Two beds faced each other, and I stepped inside, leaving the door open for Zane.
"This is beautiful," I said quietly as I took in the study tables and the small library at the corner.
"You each have your own wardrobe," Zane said, dragging my box to the one on the right. "Your roommate is in class. You will meet later."
I noticed the change in his mood, and I knew it had started after our encounter with that rude, handsome guy, Prince Jax. We had not spoken about it on our way to the dormitory, even though my mind kept going back to it.
"I am sorry about what happened," I said at last, hoping he would let it go.
"You don't have to apologize to me but to Jax," Zane replied, his face dull and unreadable.
"No, why should I apologize to someone who wronged me?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Because this is not the outside world. This is the Sixth Academy, and here, the princes rule," his voice rose slightly, sharp with warning. "You have no idea what those guys are capable of. They are not like me and you. They are monsters."
My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard as my hand moved to rub it gently. A chill ran through me as his words sank in.
What had I gotten myself into? If Prince Jax was truly that dangerous, then my life here was not going to be easy at all. And attention was the last thing I needed in this academy.
"Can you explain more to me?" I asked, my voice sincere.
Zane did not answer right away. He walked to the door, shut it firmly, then came back to stand in front of me. "The queen of the supernatural kingdom was mated to five men, each from a different sector. She bore them sons. Those sons are the five princes."
"Mated to five men?" My eyes widened in shock. I had never heard anything like that before. Why would a woman be so unlucky to be bound to five men? The thought alone made my chest tighten. I would never allow such a thing to happen to me. Five and not even two? No way.
"Yes," Zane continued calmly. "Before the day ends, I will show you all five of them. These guys are ruthless, wild, and strong. But you know what makes it even more frightening?"
I shook my head slowly, unable to look away from him.
"They all hate each other. Brothers who compete and clash like enemies. Their hatred turns this academy into a battlefield. Their fights and power struggles play out right here."
"What?" I breathed out. "That does not sound funny at all."
"It is not," Zane said with a shrug. "They even try to kill each other. Jax is the most aggressive. He gets into fights easily. Last year, he kidnapped a student who accidentally broke his car's side mirror. He broke his arm and left him there, alone, to die."
My hand flew to my mouth, stopping the scream that almost escaped. The Sixth Academy did not sound anything like what people spoke about outside. It was clear that the students desperate to get in had no idea what truly happened within these walls.
Regret washed over me. Walking into this place felt like stepping into a valley of death. It was a huge mistake, and now that Jax had promised to deal with me, I could not stop thinking about how badly this would end for me.
Zane helped me arrange my things quickly. I stuffed a few books into my bag, and we rushed out of the dormitory toward our classes.
The phone Delihahh bought for me buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and stared at the message.
Do not forget mission X. Bye and be careful.
I sighed deeply. It was not just a reminder. It was a warning, a sharp one, telling me to focus on why I was here.
"Are you alright?" Zane asked when he noticed how tense I had become.
"Yes, I am fine," I said, forcing a smile as I pushed the phone back into my pocket.
I almost asked about Azrael, but fear stopped me. I did not want to sound suspicious. There were too many things I wanted to know about him. Who was he? What did he look like? Why did his name feel heavy in my chest?
We arrived at the class area, which was quiet. Zane led me to our class since we were in the same one. The moment I stepped in, I felt the stares. The students looked at me without care, not even bothered by the way I limped toward the seat Zane pointed out.
For the first time, I did not see mockery or pity in their eyes because of my condition. They were simply curious.
I reached my seat and sat beside Zane.
"You are new, so they will stare," he whispered.
I nodded, forcing myself to stay calm. Soon, they lost interest and returned to their own conversations.
"We have biology, and our form teacher will be the one teaching us," Zane explained.
I barely heard him. My mind was somewhere else. "What about Azrael?"
Zane turned to me, eyes widening. My heart skipped, afraid he would start asking questions, so I spoke quickly. "I heard about him from my aunt. She said he is really handsome."
It was a lie, a dirty one.
"Do you like boys?" Zane asked.
"Yes," I answered without thinking.
The boy sitting in front of us turned around, surprise clear on his face. It was obvious he was a werewolf. He had heard everything. Panic hit me all at once.
"N no," I rushed. "I mean I like girls."
"You are free to like whoever you want," Zane said calmly as he leaned back. "Your sexuality is not anyone's business, okay?"
I nodded, even though the misunderstanding still burned. The other boy turned away, and I leaned closer to Zane.
"Which wing is Azrael in? How can I see him?" I asked.
"The first wing. He is the eldest," Zane replied.
"Eldest of what?" I asked, confused.
"The princes," he said quietly.
"Oh," was all I could say. My mind spun. So he was a prince too. Why would Delihah ask me to kill a prince? The thought made my chest tighten.
"So he is the Alpha of the first wing? Which class is he in?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
"Who said he is a student?" Zane frowned.
My lips parted, but no sound came out. I shifted in my seat, my heart pounding. "What is he? Where is he?"
Zane's brows lifted slightly, then his gaze moved toward the door. "He is here," he said softly. "He is our professor."
My breath caught.
What?