I was dropped at the gates like trash. Broken. Powerless. Alone.

Bloodrose Academy is not a school—it’s a death sentence for the weak. A place ruled by predators in uniforms, where cruelty is currency and alphas reign without mercy.

And I just caught the attention of the worst of them.

The Blackthorn brothers.

Zayne. Rylan. Cassian. Killian.

Four powerful alphas born of blood, brutality, and secrets. They hate me. Mock me. Hurt me. And yet… they can’t stay away.

To them, I’m nothing but the cursed stray. The girl who shouldn’t have survived. The outsider who doesn’t belong in their vicious world.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

Because I’m their mate.

And the moment they find out, everything will burn.

Enemies. Fated bonds. Bullying. Lust. Power games.
In Bloodrose, survival isn’t enough.

I’ll either become their obsession…
Or their destruction.

The Blackthorn Alphas’ Stray

You’re merely… an accessory.

Aria's POV
I didn’t storm out of the library; I fled. My feet hit the polished marble floors with a frantic urgency, a desperate need to put distance between myself and Zayne Blackthorn’s suffocating presence. The cold air of the hall was a welcome shock against my burning cheeks, but it did little...

Aria's POV

I didn’t storm out of the library; I fled. My feet hit the polished marble floors with a frantic urgency, a desperate need to put distance between myself and Zayne Blackthorn’s suffocating presence. The cold air of the hall was a welcome shock against my burning cheeks, but it did little...

Approaching them was a risk.

Aria Silvan of the Fallen Line.

Zayne Blackthorn.

Alpha Rylan Blackthorn!

Cassian Blackthorn wasn’t finished yet.

You're acting like I'm the monster under your bed.

You’re fun, Aria. Even my brothers seem intrigued.

We eat strays like you alive.

Everything can be taken, little one.

Four Alphas to one omega?

He's the 'ghost,' remember? 

Resistance is futile, little stray. And frankly, quite tiresome.

I would rather die than be your prisoner!

A dangerous favor.

They say you're… claimed.

You really think you can run, omega?

My fight felt useless, my hope a fragile, shattered thing.

I’ve been surviving long before I knew your names.

I should’ve marked her that day.

Her lips weren’t Aria’s.

Then I’ll bury you in my arms.

Are you his flavor of the day? Enjoy the leftovers.

You want to cause a ruckus at the Gala?

The moment I saw her… I stopped breathing.

Though I didn’t think you’d stoop to using another male as a shield.

We agreed, no physical force. Not yet.

And oh, I was going to enjoy breaking her pride.

A stray omega, flaunting herself like that. She needs to be taught a lesson.

It ripped through me, an unexpected, agonizing wound.

Kissing his girlfriend in front of me.