Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Malia I kept my face blank as I walked beside Ronin, my pulse thrumming like a war drum in my ears. I wasn’t sure what bothered me more—the sharp glares digging into my back from envious students, or the way Ronin carried himself so effortlessly, as if he was meant to be here. He had already taken Asher’s title, his pack, his home. And now, he wanted to claim me too. I wouldn’t let him. The grand double doors to the ceremony hall loomed ahead, polished and gleaming like a barrier between me and yet another nightmare. Ronin reached for the door first, pushing it open like a gentleman. “After you.” I stepped inside, forcing myself to ignore the smug amusement in his tone. The hall was packed. High-ranking werewolves and elders lined the front rows, while students and teachers filled the back. The air hummed with the murmur of hushed voices, but the moment we entered, the room fell into a heavy silence. I could feel their stares shift onto me. They don’t recognize you, I remin

MaliaI walked into school the next morning with my head down, trying to go unnoticed. After everything that happened yesterday I had no energy left for another spectacle. I just needed to survive the day.But, of course, fate had other plans.As I settled into the class, I overheard a conversation behind me. A few students, whispering in hushed tones, their voices laced with intrigue.“I heard Ronin wasn’t even supposed to be Alpha.”“Yeah, his family threw him into this mess. He's the fifth son of his father in their pack.”“No way. No wonder he grabbed the opportunity to be Asher's replacement. Personally, he doesn't look like Alpha material.”“He does when he’s angry, but the only time he's not scary looking is when he's dotting over Lia.”I tried not to react, but my grip on my pen tightened. I hated being associated with him. The hours dragged on, each class blending into the next. But I couldn’t focus.Not on the lessons.Not on the students staring at me.Not even on Jude’s w

MaliaThe tension in the room was suffocating.Ronin cleared his throat, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he turned to face Jude, his jaw tight. “Derrick, it’s not what you think,” he said hastily, still breathless from what had just transpired between us.Jude’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he leisurely stepped further into the office, shutting the door behind him. “Oh, I know exactly what I saw,” he said, his tone dripping with something unreadable. He studied Ronin for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. “And I must say, I’m not opposed to your interest in my daughter.”I stiffened, my stomach twisting uncomfortably.Ronin let out a relieved breath—only for it to catch in his throat when Jude continued, his voice laced with an almost mocking concern.“I’m only troubled by one thing,” Jude said smoothly. “Lia is still a child. She’s seventeen.”The words hit the air like a gunshot.Ronin froze, his entire b

MaliaI stormed through the hallways, my vision blurry with rage. My steps were heavy with anger, my body moving on instinct alone. I could barely see past the red haze clouding my mind. My fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. I hated Jude. I hated the way he controlled my life, the way he toyed with me like I was nothing but a pawn in his game.I hated myself more for letting him.I barely registered the blur of students around me as I stormed down the hallway, too lost in my own fury to care if anyone noticed the storm brewing beneath my skin. I didn't see the figure lurking nearby, didn’t hear the hurried footsteps approaching—until a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked me into an empty classroom.Panic surged through me. My back hit the wall, my breath catching in my throat. Before I could react, the door slammed shut, and I found myself face-to-face with Nina.I blinked, momentarily disoriented. “What the hell—?”“Shh,” Nina hissed, pressing a finger to her

MaliaAmara stood frozen for a moment, disbelief clear on her face. Then, she let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You can’t be serious.”Jamie rubbed his face, exhaling sharply. “I wish I weren’t.”Amara narrowed her eyes at him. “So… what? You went through with it? You’re engaged?”Jamie’s shoulders tensed. “No. I haven’t decided yet.”“Oh, you haven’t decided?” Amara scoffed, shaking her head in disgust. “So it’s still on the table?”Jamie’s jaw clenched. “It’s complicated, Amara. You don’t understand—”“Then explain it to me.”He took a slow breath, trying to gather his words. “This isn’t about me. It’s about the pack. This—” He gestured vaguely toward the woman beside him. “This arrangement is what will keep our people safe from what’s coming.”Amara’s expression hardened. “What’s coming?”Jamie hesitated. “A war.”A chill ran down my spine. War.I could see the gears turning in Amara’s head, but she wasn’t buying it. “So you’re going to marry someone for the sake of a political alli