Destined for the Lycan Prince

"Did you finish reading that weird werewolf book again?" Jessica wrinkled her nose as she slid into the seat across from me in the cafeteria.

I clutched the battered paperback to my chest defensively. "It's not weird, it's amazing worldbuilding! The alphas, the pack politics, the fated mates..."

Jessica made a gagging sound. "You just like drooling over those muscular shapeshifter dudes."

I flushed scarlet. "Maybe a little," I mumbled. It was true, the supernatural alpha werewolves always made me swoon a bit as I devoured the juicy romantic subplots between them and their mates. Not that I'd ever admit that to Jessica.

"Earth to Leila!" Jessica waved a perfectly manicured hand in front of my face. "Put down the wolf porn for two seconds, will you? I have gossip to spill."

Reluctantly setting aside my beloved book, I sighed. "What is it now? Did Kyle Sampson finally ask you to prom?"

"Ugh, as if!" She flipped her shiny blonde hair over one tanned shoulder. "This is way juicier. There's going to be a new student starting tomorrow. From what I heard, he's crazy rich. I'm talking private jets, island-owning levels of riches."

That piqued my interest, despite my usual indifference toward the dating scene drama. Shiny Town was an affluent suburb, but we never got any billionaire-caliber arrivals at Shiny Heights High.

"Do you know anything else? What's his name?"

Jessica shrugged one sleek shoulder. "Just that he's our age and transferring in right before spring break for 'personal reasons'." She made air quotes with a mischievous grin. "Plenty of time to get properly situated before prom season."

Knowing her, she definitely had her sights set on sinking her claws into Mr. Moneybags as her latest boy toy. I rolled my eyes. Same old Jessica.

Glancing around the lunchroom at all the typical high school social scenes playing out, I wondered what an uber-wealthy guy would think of our small-town vibe. He'd probably be utterly miserable here after living the high life.

Not that I cared much either way. My life was blissfully routine - going to school, going to my part-time job at the library, going home and reading fantasy novels into the night. I didn't have time for the relentless social climbing that so preoccupied Jessica and her circle of pretty, popular girlfriends.

Still, I had to admit a tiny flutter of intrigue that someone from the rarefied world of the stupendously rich was gracing our humble halls. Maybe a fresh face would liven up the monotony around here.

Fat chance of that happening, I chided myself. Rich kid would probably take one look at this place, then bolt faster than you can say "old money." He'd be jetting off to his villa in Monaco by the weekend.

The shrill bell rang, jolting me from my momentary fantasy. I scooped up my bag and books as the lunchroom emptied out.

"Come on, Orphan Annie," Jessica teased, using her signature nickname for me thanks to my frizzy red hair. "We'd better not be late for English or Mrs. Adams will eat us alive."

Dutifully following my friend down the overcrowded hallway, I tried to shake off thoughts of the mystery billionaire boy. He'd come and go and life would remain exactly the same for a meek, ordinary bookworm like me.

Little did I know, the world as I knew it was about to be shattered forever.

A few towns over, a brooding figure gazed out the tinted windows of his family's private jet as it began its descent toward the small regional airport near Shiny Town.

Gripping the plush leather armrests, Hunter Westbrook steeled himself for rejoining the regular world, albeit temporarily. Going to public high school was just a blip, a pitstop to get through before he could return to embracing his true destiny.

He was the next alpha heir of the super-elite Crimson Hart Werewolf Pack, one of the oldest and most powerful Lycan dynasties in the world. And this season, he'd be finally undergoing his awakening - the rites and rituals to unleash the wolf within.

That transformation was all that mattered now. Finding his fated mate, carrying on his bloodline's lineage...screw algebra tests and hormonal human girls. For the next few weeks, he just had to lie low and keep his outer beast tamed.

Raking a hand through his thick, tousled hair, Hunter scowled at the thick bank of storm clouds rolling in. Like some sort of cosmic omen, thunder rumbled as fat raindrops began pelting the jet's windows.

A menacing grin spread across the eighteen-year-old's chiseled features as they soared over the petite suburban sprawl of Shiny Town below. Looks like things might be about to get a little more...interesting.

The tiny hairs prickled on the nape of Leila's neck as she settled into her usual seat in English literature, her final class of the day. A strange premonition rippled through her, the unsettling sense that something was about to change.

She tried shaking it off, figuring it was just residual adrenaline from her lunchtime conversation with Jessica about the mysterious new rich kid. Get a grip, Leila, she chided herself. It's not like billionaires show up every day at Shiny Heights.

Mrs. Adams rapped her ruler on the podium, commanding the class's attention. "Alright, everyone, settle down. Before we dive into our analysis of Lord of the Flies symbolism, I want to introduce a new student joining us."

Leila's head whipped up, her book falling from her hands as the classroom door opened. Her jaw dropped as the most ridiculously gorgeous guy she'd ever seen sauntered in.

"This is Hunter Westbrook," Mrs. Adams continued. "He'll be attending Shiny Heights for the remainder of the semester. I trust you'll all make him feel welcome."