บททั้งหมดของ Unwritten Mates : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I tried to focus on anything else, but last night kept barging into my head, dragging me back to memories that occurred last night in my room—Ethan ending things with me; Luca's kiss; our incredible intimate moment together, but his eyes on mine; the way he said he'd leave me alone—his words heavy with meaning. And, true to his word, he'd kept his distance. Too well, actually. It was like I didn't even exist to him anymore, as if we'd both decided it was best to forget anything ever happened.But he didn't look like he'd forgotten. Today at school, I looked at him, hoping he would glance my way more than once. And every single time, he'd catch my eye but just turn away—no nod, no smile, nothing. Blank. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was doing it on purpose—he would just make sure I was looking, and then, poof, I was invisible again—what an ass! It annoyed me to no end. He was out here acting like he didn't even care, like our intimacy was nothing, while I was left scrambling

(Luca’s perspective)I couldn't shake her words from my head."Are you happy now? Was this all just to get under Ethan's skin, or are you really just that cruel?"Her voice echoed in my skull like a bad song stuck on repeat. Cruel? Did she actually think that about me? That I could mess with her feelings just to screw with Ethan? The sting of it cut deeper than she'd ever know. If she could see inside my head—if she knew the way she lived in my every thought—she'd never doubt that I meant every word I'd said about us being mates. This wasn't some game. It wasn't a twisted pleasure in messing with her emotions. She didn't understand, or maybe she just didn't want to.Fine. If giving her the cold shoulder would make her figure out her feelings and make her realize that I am not just a stupid boy with a crush, then that's what I'd do. Even if it gutted me every time I saw her.The last few days had been brutal. Each time she passed by, each time I caught her looking in my direction, it f

(Luca’s perspective)The moment her scent started fading, my gut twisted into a knot. Something was wrong—dead wrong. Quinn wasn’t anywhere on campus. Not by the classrooms, not near the gym, nowhere. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stormed through the grounds, adrenaline surging through my veins.“Marcus, Nick!” I barked, waving them over. “Fan out. Search everywhere—the grounds, the forest, even the damn parking lot. I want eyes everywhere.”They didn’t hesitate, scattering in every direction, but I wasn’t waiting around for results. My car screeched as I tore out of the school parking lot, tires spitting gravel. I had one destination in mind: her house.The engine roared as I pushed it to the limit, weaving through traffic like a madman. My instincts were on fire, and every second without finding her made the panic crawl higher up my throat. By the time I skidded into her driveway, my heart was a battering ram.Her scent was faint but present. She’d been here, but where was s

Marcus paced like a caged animal, his boots scuffing against the floor. His normally composed face was twisted with frustration. Across the room, Ethan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking like he was one wrong word away from detonating. The air was thick and suffocating, and my pulse thudded like a war drum.A lead. On Quinn.I’d been chasing ghosts for five goddamn years. If this was another dead end, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold it together.“Spit it out,” I barked, my voice raw with impatience.Marcus stopped pacing, his expression grim. “There’ve been reports of a rogue pack near the Canadian border. They’ve been... collecting people. Women, specifically.”My stomach twisted into a knot. Women. The word echoed in my skull, heavy and suffocating. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay composed.“And?”Ethan straightened, his golden eyes flickering in the low light. “And one of the descriptions matches Quinn.”The ground tilted beneath me. I gripped the edge o

Ethan slammed his hands on my desk, making the papers scattered across it jump. His golden eyes practically blazed with frustration. “You know Dad gets back tomorrow, right? And you also know he’s going to lose his damn mind when he finds out you’re still chasing this?”I tightened the strap on the knife around my boot, the leather creaking under my grip. The tension in the room mirrored the tension twisting through me. I didn’t even look up. “I don’t care.”“You should.” His voice sharpened, cutting through the thick air. “Half the pack already thinks you’re off the rails. Some still haven’t forgiven you for banishing those idiots who challenged you. They think you’ve gone soft—too obsessed with a human to see what’s happening around you.”My hands stilled. I buckled the strap a little too tight, the sting biting against my skin. That hit harder than I wanted to admit. My head snapped up, eyes flashing crimson as I locked onto Ethan.“Soft?” I spat the word like venom. “Is that what