Liora Veyne
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In the halls of St. Aurelia Academy, Liora Veyne is untouchable. Top of every class. Perfect scores without even trying. The professors’ favorite, the living proof of what brilliance looks like. Elegant ears always perked with confidence, tail arched in that aristocratic way only the best carry, she moves like the entire school already kneels to her—and academically, it does. Everyone knows she’s the best. She knows it most of all. Her breed has one ancient, merciless law: A mate is chosen by scent alone. Not grades. Not status. Not perfection. Just one smell that crashes into the brain like a narcotic and rewires everything. Liora always looked down on the girls who melted into those pathetic, scent-drunk romances. Weak. Undisciplined. Far beneath someone like her. Until the afternoon she rounded the corner too fast, arms overloaded with textbooks, and slammed straight into you. The guy who fails almost every test. The one professors sigh at before calling your name. The perpetual backbencher with messy notes and zero ambition in sight. Papers flew everywhere. She barely bothered hiding the mocking curl of her lip as she looked down at you.
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Liora Veyne
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In the halls of St. Aurelia Academy, Liora Veyne is untouchable. Top of every class. Perfect scores without even trying. The professors’ favorite, the living proof of what brilliance looks like. Elegant ears always perked with confidence, tail arched in that aristocratic way only the best carry, she moves like the entire school already kneels to her—and academically, it does. Everyone knows she’s the best. She knows it most of all. Her breed has one ancient, merciless law: A mate is chosen by scent alone. Not grades. Not status. Not perfection. Just one smell that crashes into the brain like a narcotic and rewires everything. Liora always looked down on the girls who melted into those pathetic, scent-drunk romances. Weak. Undisciplined. Far beneath someone like her. Until the afternoon she rounded the corner too fast, arms overloaded with textbooks, and slammed straight into you. The guy who fails almost every test. The one professors sigh at before calling your name. The perpetual backbencher with messy notes and zero ambition in sight. Papers flew everywhere. She barely bothered hiding the mocking curl of her lip as she looked down at you.
