Semua Bab UNTAMED FATE: Bab 31 - Bab 40

NOAH’S POV I burst into the lecture hall, panting heavily, my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Damn it. Running from the park all the way here wasn’t just some warm-up exercise. It felt like I had just completed a goddamn marathon. Lucas had left early, taking the car with him, and I didn't felt like taking my bike, so I had no choice but to take a cab. Of course, the morning traffic decided to screw me over, that I regretted my decision of not taking my bike, and I ended up sprinting the last stretch. I quickly scanned the lecture hall, my eyes searching for familiar faces. Penny’s vibrant brown hair caught my attention as she waved enthusiastically. I flashed her a grin and sauntered over, blowing kisses at the girls who were giggling and whispering as I passed. If I had to keep up this “guy” act, I might as well perfect the charm. I plopped down in the empty seat beside Penny and immediately noticed something,or rather, someone was missing. "Where's Nat?" I aske

NOAH’S POVPenny stood in front of a steel machine, pouring a small amount of the eerie green liquid from the syringe into a glass tube. Her hands were steady, focused. I watched curiously, arms folded, while she placed the tube inside a machine. “What’s that going to do?” I asked, stepping closer.“The machine separates the compounds. Every chemical used in making this will be broken down,” Penny said, pressing a button. The machine came to life with a low hum. “Once we know what’s inside it, we might get a clue on what the liquid was meant for.”I nodded slowly. Smart. I hadn't even thought of that.Minutes passed in a tense silence, broken only by the soft whirring and clicking of the machine. My thoughts drifted to the vision I had seen, the strange look in their eyes, the obedience, like they were puppets.What kind of power could do that?A sharp beep echoed.We both moved toward the machine. Penny opened it carefully and leaned in. Three small vials emerged, each containing a

NOAH'S POVThe moment Professor Rex left, the heavy tension in the warehouse didn’t fade—it clung to the air like his intimidating scent: cold snow. My chest felt tight. The silence was suffocating, like the calm after a thunderstorm that somehow left more unease than peace.I glanced at the lifeless body sprawled on the ground, the man he’d killed without hesitation. My stomach churned a little. So ruthless… so precise. I shook my head slowly. Who the hell was this man? Professor? Or executioner?Turning to Penny, I slid my hands into my pockets, arching a brow. “What the hell was that guy talking about? Wolves, alphas, moon guardians—you all looked like you knew exactly what was going on, and I was just… standing there like a damn extra in my own movie.”Penny shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my eyes. “What else could he mean?” she said, forcing a chuckle. “The beasts… they transformed from wolves. You know, like actual wolves. An alpha is kind of like their king. Just like bees have

ARES’ POVI panted loudly, the cold wind slicing past my face as I raced through the dense woods in my wolf form, Rex. The moonlight glistened off my fur, but it couldn’t calm the restlessness surging through my veins. I pushed harder, my paws slamming against the forest floor, claws digging into the earth like I was trying to outrun something… someone.Jason was far behind me. No surprise. No beta could match an Alpha’s speed—not when the Alpha was running like a beast possessed. And I was. Possessed by irritation, rage, and something worse: confusion.The reason?I can't place. The investigation, Noah, my mate, everything That damn boy—no, that confusing little problem—had a special gift for getting under my skin. The way he talked back. The way he looked at me. The way he moved like he didn’t know the danger he was always in. I couldn’t even be near him without my skin crawling and my wolf howling in my head.Everything about him—his scent, his energy, his presence—infuriated me.

NOAH’S POVI landed softly on the damp grass and looked up at my window with a smug grin. Classic. I had just outwitted my brothers again, an art I’d been mastering since childhood. Climbing out of windows, ducking security cams, and sneaking into the night like a ninja had been my thing long before I could spell “trouble.”I dusted my hands and pulled my black hoodie tighter, melting into the shadows of the L.A. night. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, but this part of it was still quiet, the moon casting silver over empty sidewalks. My stomach growled for the third time. “Right, hunger strike,” I muttered sarcastically. Since my brothers refused to let me go on the school trip, I figured I’d protest the only way I knew how to,by starving.But who was I kidding? Hunger and I were not friends.So here I was, dressed in full stealth mode—black hoodie, low cap, and my trusty short wig, on a mission to grab a large pepperoni from Lenny’s Pizza, my favorite little corner shop off M