The Lycan Prince’s Human mate Novel – The unavoidable trouble “Remember, Mia,” Laura’s voice trembled as she fixed the collar of her daughter’s borrowed uniform that morning, “stay invisible. Do not do something that will make anyone notice you.” Mia forced a small smile, though her heart pounded.
“I know, Mom. I’ll be careful.” It had been only a week since they moved into the werewolf city, and already, she felt like a speck of dust in a storm. The Eclipse Prowess Institute was not a school for humans like her—it was built for the sons and daughters of wolves, ranked families, and Lycans who carried more power in their blood than Mia could ever dream of.
She only had her scholarship, her mother’s hope, and her stubborn will to survive. Still, she nodded at Laura’s words and did as she was told to. Stay invisible. Don’t draw attention. Keep her head down and finish school. That was the plan. But plans were fragile things.
By lunchtime, the cafeteria was buzzing, alive with the chatter of students whose laughter sounded sharper when aimed at her. Mia carried her tray, the food heavy and strange smelling. Meat seasoned with spices she didn’t recognize, bread that was thicker than anything she had at home, and a drink that tasted faintly metallic.
She sat at the farthest corner, her shoulders hunched, trying to chew without drawing stares. But she could feel them anyway, the whispers and the snickers. Even those ranked at the bottom, omegas, treated her like dirt. A human girl didn’t belong here, and everyone made sure she remembered. She lowered her eyes, pushing the food around her plate.
If she swallowed quickly enough, maybe it would all pass. Maybe today she would make it without— “Look who’s sulking all alone.” Mia’s heart sank. She didn’t need to look up to know the voice. Rachel. When she finally did raise her head, Rachel stood before her, beauty shining like polished glass. Blonde curls perfectly styled, lips painted with confidence, and eyes that carried cruelty like a weapon.
Beside her was Eliose, her shadow, grinning like she’d already scented blood. Rachel’s voice carried through the cafeteria. “Poor little scholarship girl. Still not used to our food? Or maybe humans only eat scraps?” A few students snickered, the sound cutting sharper than knives. Mia clenched her fork tighter. Invisible, she told herself. Stay invisible. Don’t answer. But Rachel wasn’t done.
She leaned closer, her perfume too sweet, too sharp. “Do you know why you disgust me? Because you sit here pretending you belong. This is a school for wolves, for Lycans. For people with power. And you—” Rachel’s eyes traveled down Mia’s plain clothes, the faded sweater, the scuffed shoes. “—you are nothing.” Eliose giggled. “Nothing but dirt.” Mia kept her eyes down, her cheeks burning. The food on her tray blurred. If she just waited it out, maybe— Rachel’s hand