บททั้งหมดของ Sweet Evil Fangs: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The school bell rang, signaling the start of lunch.Students enthusiastically packed their bags—the exact opposite of my own actions. I let out a deep sigh and gathered the notes from my desk. I waited a moment for the crowd to thin out before trailing behind a swarm of students rushing toward the school cafeteria.Luckily, I managed to get out of the classroom without being crashed into or hit by anyone. My vision fixed on the ground, I bit my lip, watching my feet step forward. I was back at the university, though the return was still surreal. Some of my professors had asked how I was, having heard I was gone for a week. I just stated that I’d been hit by a bus and managed to live.Carl remained unusually quiet. Sometimes, his gaze would drift my way, but the minute our eyes locked, he’d look away as if he’d seen something horrific. The color would drain from his face, and whenever I tried to talk to him, he would push me away. I didn’t understand why. I was the one attacked by Ethan

The following days after his confession, my heart hammered relentlessly, my palms were slick, and a cold anxiety seized my muscles.I couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard I tried. I glanced over my shoulder, shooting a cautious look down the school hallway at the person tailing me.His hands were tucked casually into his pockets, and his side profile was arresting from this angle.When he subtly turned, sensing my gaze, our eyes locked. For a searing moment, everything around us dissolved, and he was the only person I could see.I forced a lump down my throat. He was scrutinizing me. I felt trapped beneath his intense gaze, the kind that could steal a person’s breath. I quickly looked away, focusing my attention on the floor, keeping a deliberate distance between us.The reasons for this caution were numerous.He's a serial killer. We all know serial killers are dangerous. They can harm you in the most unpredictable ways. Their minds are twisted and nearly impossible to read.

I gaze at the ceiling, my heart beating like a drum. My body felt battered, and my core ached.I slowly looked down at the man resting gently on my stomach. His arm was draped over my right breast, measuring it like a molded cup. I let out a sigh and mindlessly played with his hair, dumbfounded.His words replayed in my head like an overused, familiar lyric. What he said was clear, yet I couldn't acknowledge it. I had my reasons. A victim and an executioner don't belong together. Even though he had set me free and chosen to let me live, that didn't suddenly mean something was developing between us.I had so many questions. Why me? Why now? Was he serious? Was a cold-hearted murderer like him capable of this? I didn't want to judge, as I didn't know his story, but he was hard to read. I sensed he had many secrets, and that was something I couldn't trust.This entire situation felt surreal and odd. I knew we'd had sex many times, even just now. Why was I letting him rule, take, and posse

“He’s going to lose.”“What is he thinking? Wagering his own wife? The man is insane.”“No, look at him. He’s doing it on purpose.”Ethan set down his wager, and a collective gasp filled the room at the sheer audacity of the stakes.The dealer slid two cards toward him. Ethan’s brow furrowed as he scrutinized them, his expression unreadable.My vision was a blurred mess of tears. I didn’t even try to fight the guards anymore. I simply leaned into the crushing reality that I was nothing more than a chip in his game.Judging by the unsatisfying scowls and the rising tension, it looked like he was failing.“YES!”Alejandro thrust a fist into the air, sweat glistening on his forehead.His eyes dilated. I lowered my head, watching my tears splash onto the floor. The audience erupted into a chaotic symphony of applause and rustling as they swarmed toward Alejandro’s side of the table. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh to myself.Were all his words just a beautiful secretion of lies? Was there

He was on the hunt again.He couldn’t survive without devouring blood, driven by an insatiable hunger I didn’t fully understand.I had to stop him.The police were already closing in, having concluded that the “animal” responsible for the four missing persons was Ethan in his wolf form.If they discovered his curse—that he was a man trapped in a cycle of violence—the military would hunt him down like a monster.My muscles felt weak, and I shook my head in a desperate attempt to clear my thoughts.“Natasha? What’s wrong, dear?”I glanced at Mrs. Johnson for a split second before bolting past her.She shouted my name, asking where I was going, but I didn’t look back.I grabbed my wallet and raced out of the apartment.I didn’t care if the neighbors stared at me like I was a marathon runner; I had to get to him before someone else did.What was he thinking? Why was he killing innocent people again? I thought he wanted to change. I thought he wanted to be better for me.“Hey! Watch it!”“O