What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.

My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.

And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.

Everything about what I'd decided sat like a stone in my chest—and Mom, unknowingly, made it worse. Over dinner, she asked how many college offers I'd received and which one I was planning to take. Clare was on the sofa with Dad, watching what looked like a comedy or something, both of them relaxed, easy.


But the moment Mom spoke, they turned to me—waiting, expectant.


I didn't meet Clare's eyes. I just mumbled, "Memoville."


And even when she whooped, "Congrats!" she said with that bright voice of hers.They were all so damn happy for me. I still couldn't look at her.


And I just felt... like a fraud. A cheat.


Mom offered to make something special for dinner—"as a celebration," she said—but I just muttered something about eating in my room and left.


I didn't deserve a celebration. Not for this.


Chapter 139 - Guilty