Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,12

Kissing Iris was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. It was just wrong on every level. First of all, I liked guys. And not just any guys, but my mates. They were the only ones who I wanted to kiss period. But even if I had to kiss a girl, I didn’t want to kiss Iris, my enemy.

And yet, I found myself moving closer to her.

I couldn’t even seem to think about what I was doing as I pressed my lips to hers.

Her lips were soft. Sweet. But still, they belonged to Iris.

“Raven, I want you to kiss her like you mean it,” Milos added.

Even though I was screaming out inside my mind, my body did exactly as he told me to do: I deepened the kiss.

And I hated every second of it.

“That’s enough,” Milos finally said before turning away from us.

As he walked across the dungeon towards the stairs, I broke the kiss. But I didn’t move away from her. My body and mind felt sort of frozen, and completely traumatized, by what had just happened.

Iris’s lips lingered on mine for a long moment. When she finally pulled away from me, her eyes fluttered open, and she pressed a finger to my lips.

“Wow,” she commented as a grin slid across her face. “I can understand why all of the Darken enjoy kissing you so much. You’re a really good kisser.”

I just stared back at her, feeling completely sick to my stomach.

What the actual fuck had just happened? Why had Milos compelled me to kiss her? It didn’t even make sense.

“You’re probably wondering why you just kissed me… aren’t you?” Iris asked.

I couldn’t speak. I just felt numb.

“The answer is simple, really.” Iris’s light eyes met mine. “I’m number two.”

She turned around and walked out of my cell then, closing and locking it behind her. She didn’t say another word or give any further explanation, but she didn’t need to.

I already understand exactly what she was saying.

It all had to do with the Triangle. I thought about the prophecy again, for the millionth time since I had learned of it:

The Triangle would be formed when three Alpha wolves, all born of three of the most powerful ancient werewolf packs or their first-generation descendants, kissed the first biologically born werewolf in the world.

The three of these werewolves will become the most powerful Alphas in the world.

I had long known that Milos was the first part of the Triangle. We knew he came from the Tigre pack, one of the most powerful ancient werewolf packs. He was also the most powerful werewolf, let alone Alpha, in the world. If there was even the slightest bit of truth to this prophecy, it only made sense that he was one of the three.

So, Milos was the first of the Triangle to kiss me. And now Iris, apparently, was the second.

The crazy part about all of it was that I hadn’t known that she was an Alpha to any pack, but it was clear that Iris had kept a number of secrets from me. The one thing I did know about her was that she had been around during ancient times, or else I wouldn’t have seen that portrait of her in the castle I had grown up in on Nocturne Island. She wouldn’t have acted so weird when I had told her about it, either. Iris Frost had definitely been around for a long time.

That must have been the main reason Milos and Iris had lured me here, and obviously the reason he had compelled me to kiss Iris. She was the second part of the Triangle.

I just wondered who the third part of the Triangle could have been.

During the weeks after Milos had compelled me to kiss Iris, things got crazier.

Milos kept bringing in guys to kiss me, compelling me to do so the same way he had compelled me to kiss Iris.

By the fourth guy they brought in for me to kiss, something because painfully obvious.

Milos and Iris didn’t have a freaking clue who the third part of the Triangle could have been. And that was the most relieving part about all of this. Because the moment they figured it out, everything—the entire world as we knew it—would change.

I couldn’t let myself forget about the second prophecy. Ever since I had learned about it, it had been at the forefront of my mind. It was something that I had never forgotten, something that I often found myself worrying about, so