Fated and Claimed by Four Alphas
Chapter 61: Picking The Games

Chapter 61: Picking The Games

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Chapter 61

~Spring’s POV~

I doubt Rhys knew half of what was going on with me and what I was entering. Unlike the last time when I was kicked out of school—wrongly, might I add—this was different.

This time, it wasn’t because Rose had framed me.

This time, I had chosen it. I’d bet my chance at a werewolf school hidden in plain sight from the human world.

To the average eye, it was just another elite institution with way too much security.

But for me, it was a doorway—a clean slate. A place to fully connect with the world I’d only recently discovered I belonged to... and hopefully, to start tracing the truth about my real parents.

When I first entered Spring’s body, I believed everything she’d been told a few years back—that she was abandoned at the hospital the same day Rose was born.

A cursed child. An ill omen. Unwanted. Unloved.

Rumours had spread like wildfire back then. Most of them, I later discovered, were planted by Rose.

Somehow, after the chaos, Spring was mixed up with Rose—swapped, maybe—and handed to the Kaines as their daughter.

That was the theory I came into this world believing.

But everything changed the night I turned eighteen. The night I shifted. It forced me to question everything.

The things I’d begun to learn from Noxshade Academy added more pieces to the puzzle, but one rule stuck with me—humans who left the Academy had their memories erased using the forgotten spell, making them forget all about Noxshade’s supernaturals.

"You’ve already won in more ways than one. Just don’t let anyone dull that for you today."

Rhys’s voice echoed in my mind.

I blinked, surprised at how much those simple words settled something in my chest.

"See you later, Rhys."

He nodded. "Go do your thing, Spring."

"Thanks, bro.

I stepped out of the car, my bag slung across my shoulder, and exhaled.

Whatever the day held—birthday drama, the match, whispers—I’d face it head-on.

As I entered the school, I didn’t have to listen too hard to hear it. The whispers. The murmurs. The stares.

But it wasn’t the usual pity or disdain.

It was excitement. Respect.

They weren’t whispering to mock. They were whispering because for the first time... I mattered.

For some reason, I knew wherever the original Spring was—deep inside—she’d be smiling. This was the recognition she deserved all along.

But my joy was short-lived.

"Spring!"

Eva, Nari, and Chloe ran up to me with wide smiles on their faces. They looked excited, but underneath that, I could sense the worries.

"You girls look like you just ran from a ghost," I teased.

"You sure are happy as hell," Nari noted, adjusting her jacket.

"Well, it is a bright new day and my second-oldest brother dropped me off today," I said, smiling.

"Just that?" Chloe scoffed, nudging me with her elbow. "You get happy over little things too much."

"But it’s good," Eva added quickly.

"Yeah... it may be the last joy gracing her beautiful face."

We all froze at the sound of that poisonous sweetness. We turned to my right-hand side to see Lilith.

Lilith Astor stood by the lockers, arms crossed, her piercing dark blue eyes aimed at me like a dagger.

I smiled without flinching and tilted my head. "It doesn’t suit you, Lilith. Preserve whatever dignity you have left as Vice President and walk away."

Her nostrils flared, but I didn’t wait for a response. I turned on my heel and walked past her like she was just another speck on my path.

By the time we got to the main hallway, more students had joined in, buzzing louder than ever.

Then, the school’s quad screens flickered and the announcement scrolled across in bold gold letters.

"All students are to gather at the main hall immediately."

My lips twitched, pulling at the side, knowing what that meant. "It’s starting," I muttered and followed the growing wave of bodies surging down the corridor.

This was it.

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By the time we reached the main hall, the entire student body was already flowing in like waves, buzzing with excitement, anxiety, and far too much caffeine.

Students from every year poured into the stadium-style auditorium, taking their seats on the tiered balconies that overlooked the glowing stage.

Even the teachers had started trickling in, whispering amongst themselves with confused expressions.

"Did the headmaster approve this?"

"I thought today was games day—"

"I heard the announcement was from the Student Council itself..."

I smirked. The teachers were just as in the dark as the rest of us. Then the lights shifted.

The council platform at the far end of the hall rose smoothly from the floor, a hexagonal dais bathed in silver and blue light. And on it stood all nine student council members—each in their full regalia.

Storm Draven stood in the center, exuding the calm danger of a storm cloud about to crack. His presence silenced the room with just a glance.

To his left was Lilith Astor, arms crossed, dark expression.

Jace lounged beside her, twirling a coin between his fingers.

Kael stood off-centre, green eyes flashing mischief. Tyrion stood still, as always, serene, cold, and impossible to read.

And flanking the other end were the remaining council members:

Rael, the Vampire Warden, expressed boredom but sharp, gold rings glinted on his fingers.

Mira, the Fae Enchanter, was glowing faintly with glamour despite herself.

Blade, the Elf Strategist, tall and pale, radiating quiet calculation.

And finally, Raphael, the Demon Disciplinary Enforcer, leaning on his glaive, his eyes glowing faintly red with restrained chaos.

Storm stepped forward. "This year, we’re reviving the Academy Games," he announced. "We have two major challengers for a game specifically hosted by the Student Council President. Random draw from three students to pick out the three games that our contestants will play."

The tension crackled. Even Lilith’s posture straightened slightly, her expression tight.

The lights above dimmed as three crystal globes were floated onto the stage—one for each year level.

"Let the selection begin," Storm declared. He moved to the first globe and rolled it with a flick of his wrist. The names shimmered like stars inside.

Click. Whirl. Stop.