Alle Kapitel von Mating The Half She-Wolf: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

When I was a little girl, my mum would get really sad sometimes. Now that I think of it, it probably had something to do with my father. Anyway, when she got in one of her moods or I do something to make her mad, I’d take out a bunch of candy from my stash and offer them to her as a peace offering.It always made her smile.Years later, I was still that girl, using candy to bribe her way out of tough situations. And sometimes, it worked. Other times…not so much.I couldn’t sleep. Not well, at least. Between feeling guilty for what Levi was going through and trying to figure out how to find the mysterious boy from my dreams, there was hardly time. Every second counted.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes. Fangs snarling under moonlight, blood soaking into the forest floor, Levi standing in front of me like a shield I never deserved. And beyond that, in the haze between sleep and something else, the dark-haired boy kept returning. Sometimes he stood at the edge of a field, silent

The rumble of an engine broke the stillness of the evening.I stood at my bedroom window, watching as my father’s car pulled into the driveway. The sleek black SUV parked at its usual spot, headlights momentarily cutting through the darkness. My fingers curled around the seal of the curtain. I didn’t know why I was holding my breath, maybe because I already knew what was coming.A few minutes later, the whisper in my head came—Jerry's telepathic voice, soft but clear.“Dad wants to see you in his office.”Of course, he does.I didn’t waste time pretending I didn’t expect it. Pulling a sweater over my head, I walked out of my room and made my way to the study. The halls felt colder than usual, with the tension echoing between the walls.Or was it my thumping heart?When I pushed the office door open, Julian didn’t even look up. He stood behind his massive polished desk, bent over a map spread across it. Lines, pins, symbols. Strategy and territories in ink and paper.I cleared my throa

I woke up with the same stupid smile on my face.The sun leaked through my curtains in golden streaks, falling over my body like a warm, tender touch. My room still smelled like the chocolates Monica had left under my pillow last night, and their glossy box now sat open on the side of my bed, half-empty. I was propped up against the headboard, legs tangled in the covers, textbooks littered across the floor.Today was going to be good—I just knew it.Last night, I’d dreamt about Levi. Not the mystery guy that always somehow found his way in. This time, the face wasn’t blurry or lost in a fog like what I was used to.No, it was clear. Vivid and heart racing. He was holding my face in his hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks, eyes locked on mine like I was something precious. Then came the kiss—soft, slow, magnetic. Like the world paused for it.It wasn’t fair.I groaned and shuffled out of bed. “Get it together, Astra,” I muttered, although it didn’t stop my mind from picturing Levi in my h

The field was nearly empty when Valerie and I stepped onto the grass. Football practice had just ended, and most of the team had already cleared out. Only a few players lingered, stretching or hydrating on the sidelines.Levi stood near the bleachers, talking to Coach Storm. His arms were crossed, his brows pulled together, and his mouth was tight with frustration. Even from where I stood, I could tell something was wrong.“Looks like he’s not having the best day,” Valerie murmured.“No, he isn’t,” I whispered back.We slowed our pace, keeping our distance while the coach gestured sternly, his voice too low to carry. After a few more tense seconds, Coach Storm patted Levi’s shoulder, then walked away toward the locker rooms. Levi stayed rooted, eyes glued to the ground.I took a tentative step forward. “Hey.”His head snapped up. For a moment, his face softened when he saw me, but the tightness quickly returned. “Hey,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair. “Didn’t expect to se

I didn’t speak to Julian the next morning.Not during breakfast. Not when he asked if I needed more pancakes. Not even when he handed me some cash incase I needed to get gas for my car.He ended up having to drop the money next to my plate on the table since I wouldn’t take it from him. I acted like he wasn’t there. In a way, he wasn’t. He was dead to me. But every time he flashed me a regretful look, my heart melted and my conscience pricked.But I couldn’t cave. Not yet. Not ever.He began to speak again, while I was busy washing off my plate. “Astra—” he called out.I immediately brushed past him with my bag slung over my shoulder, refusing to spare a second to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and slamming the door a little harder than necessary.If he noticed, good. If he didn’t, even better. But I was sure he would.I sat in my car and listened in on my family. All that met me was silence—loud and heart shattering silence. One that could only be born of disappointed and re