Todos os capítulos de Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Corey "Alright, Malia," Jamie began, his voice gentle but probing, "if you don’t think Asher is the right fit for you, then who do you think is?" There was a pause before Malia looked at both of us, her expression a mix of certainty and something softer that I couldn’t quite read. "I had feelings for Corey at one point," she said, her voice steady. "And it's him I want." Jamie and I both stared at Malia, stunned into silence by her unexpected declaration. The air in the room shifted, heavy with tension and disbelief. Even the doctor, who had been calmly scribbling notes on her clipboard, paused mid-sentence. Jamie was the first to break the awkward silence. "Wait—hold on. What?" Malia lifted her chin defiantly, her voice steady. "You heard me. I had feelings for Corey at one point. And right now, I think... he's the right fit for me." I nearly choked on my own breath. "Me?" I blurted, pointing at my chest as if there was another Corey in the room. "You’re talking about me

Corey I stood there, towel slung low around my waist, my heart pounding harder than it had any right to. Malia’s gaze was locked on me, her eyes wide and determined, and I knew, without a doubt, that she wasn’t going to back down. I should’ve stopped this, right? I should’ve stepped away. I had to. After everything that had happened with Asher—after everything she and I had been through—this shouldn’t be happening. But when she took a step closer, her lips brushing mine, I forgot everything.Her kiss was soft at first, tentative, but the way her fingers slid up to my chest, the heat radiating off of her, made it impossible to pull away. Every rational thought in my head screamed for me to stop, to remind myself of my loyalty to Asher, but the way she kissed me, the way she tasted, was intoxicating. My hands moved almost of their own accord, sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. 'This is wrong,' I told myself. 'This is wrong.' But God, it felt so good.I pulled away, trying

Malia I growled low in my throat, the sound primal and filled with warning. But Jude didn’t flinch. His companion, whose face remained obscured, stood eerily still beside him. I wanted to lunge, to tear him apart for everything he’d done—for the nightmares, the blood, the chaos he’d unleashed in my life. But even as rage pulsed through me, a chilling realization settled over my thoughts. Why was he here? And how had he found me so quickly? Jude's lips curled into a cold smile as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. He took another step forward, his gaze cutting through the fading light to lock onto mine. "You've been hiding, Malia," he said softly, his voice smooth but laced with menace. "But not well enough." The other figure remained silent, their presence somehow even more unsettling. I bared my teeth, the growl rumbling deeper in my chest. My wolf was on the brink of losing it completely, and I fought to maintain what little control I had left. Jude tilted his he

Corey I needed air. The room was stifling, and Malia's silence after my question haunted me. Her failure to answer whether she was the real Malia gnawed at my thoughts like a relentless itch. I couldn't shake the unease. Everything about her had been wrong—from the way she'd kissed me without hesitation to her strange, cryptic behavior. Malia wasn’t impulsive like that, not with me. I walked out before I lost my mind, leaving her behind in that room. My heart was still pounding from the mess we’d just left behind. Part of me wanted to lock her away until I could figure out what the hell was going on, but I knew that wouldn’t sit right. Even if Malia wasn’t herself, she still deserved a shred of autonomy. Still, there was only one person I could trust to make sense of all this: Asher. My footsteps echoed down the corridor as I made my way to Asher's office. The scent of wood polish lingered in the air, sharp and biting. My jaw clenched as I thought about what I had to tell him.

MaliaThe air smelled like damp stone and desperation. Shadows clung to the walls of the cage that held me, flickering weakly against the dim light of a single lantern hanging from a rusty hook. I had tried everything—clawing, pushing, even biting at the enchanted bars—but the magic that held them together was impenetrable. Whatever this cage was made of, it was beyond my strength to break. The bars of this prison might as well have been forged from despair itself.And I was weak. So pathetically weak. I paced, restless, my heart weighed down with worry. Asher. My parents. Where were they? Were they safe? The last thing I remembered before being dragged into this nightmare was that awful moment when everything blurred—the pain, the screaming, and the searing darkness. I hadn't seen my family or heard a whisper of what had happened since.A shudder ran through me as I tried to summon my wolf. There was nothing. No comforting presence, no fierce voice urging me forward. Just silence