All Chapters of THE WEREWOLF AND VAMPIRE'S MATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AURORA'S POV: Embarrassed doesn't begin to explain how I'm feeling. I've literally been staring at myself in the mirror for the past twenty minutes. I don't even know whether to scream at them to leave or to wallow in my shame in peace. Either ways, I'm not so sure I'll make it out alive. Shoot! Today is freaking Thursday! I have school. Ughhhhhhh I need to get them out of the room. I open the bathroom door slightly and peep through. I don't see both of them anymore. Great. They finally worked together for the right thing. You sure about that? Memories that coming back to me immediately. Shut up. I look into the mirror again and really starr at myself. My hair’s a mess. My neck is covered in marks from Jon and Arc. My eyes are puffy. I look like someone who just had the most sinful night of her life. I splash cold water on my face, trying to scrub the guilt off. Trying to scrub them off. But it’s useless. I can still feel their touch on my skin. Still feel the way J

AURORA'S POV: Some mornings feel wrong before they even begin.I knew today would be one of those. The sky outside was still a smudge of grey when I woke up, a chill curling around my ankles like a warning. The air felt heavier, like it was pressing down on my shoulders, whispering don’t go as I dragged myself out of bed and into the world.But I did. I went. Because I always do. Because pretending I’m okay is safer than admitting I’m not. The halls of Clarence High are their usual blend of too much and not enough. Too much noise. Too many bodies and not enough space to breathe. I feel so suffocated.My locker is only a few steps down the corridor, but it might as well be miles. Helpppp!! I dodge past a group of cheerleaders, avoid eye contact with Mr. Braidy who’s probably going to give us a pop quiz in English, and finally get to my locker, fingers already tingling with the usual nerves.That’s when I see it. A folded note. Tucked between my class schedule and the w

AURORA'S POV: The next morning feels unreal, like my brain can’t decide if it wants to acknowledge what’s happening or shove it down into some dusty corner to rot in silence.But silence isn’t a luxury I can afford. Not when someone out there has something so personal, so violating, and is playing these sick games with it. With me.The note haunts my thoughts all through breakfast. My scrambled eggs taste like paper. I barely hear Cali rambling about her fight with Dax, something about him sending shirtless selfies to his ex again. I stayed over at Cali's house because I was scared of someone watching me in my room. Right now, we are in school. I nod when I should, laugh where it’s expected, but my fingers keep brushing against the folded note in my hoodie pocket like it’s a warning pulse. Jon’s sitting across from me, stealing my strawberries and giving Arc death stares when he thinks I’m not looking. Arc, in return, is unusually quiet. His gaze flicks over everyone in

Aurora’s POVThe darkness hums. Not like silence, not like sleep. It has teeth. It presses against my skull, velvet and vice. And then, like a gasp from beneath the surface, I lurch awake.Stone. My back touches it first, the cold, uneven stone beneath layers of velvet. The scent is ancient, damp. Moss, candle wax, and something coppery I can’t name.Where am I? Panic claws its way up my throat before memory crashes down: the greenhouse. Arc. The vial. The stars spinning. His arms.He drugged me. That bastard. My heart slams against my ribs as I sit up, dizzy. There’s a low-burning torch near the doorway, its flame flickering like it knows it shouldn't be here. A heavy wooden door blocks the only exit, and iron bars reinforce the window slit above. I scramble up, bare feet slapping the cold floor. My boots are gone. My bag is gone. My skin, well... It's still mine, but crawling with betrayal. “Hello?” My voice echoes. Mocks me.Nothing answers. I pace the room, se

AURORA'S POV: I never thought I’d make it to eighteen. Not really. Not when I spent most of my childhood self harming and constantly battling suicidal thoughts behind locked doors. Not when I would lie awake and count the seconds between lightning and thunder, wondering which one I feared more. Not when the truth of who I am still feels like a mystery wrapped in pain.But here I am. The soft glow of early morning sunlight slips through the blinds, painting thin golden stripes across my blanket. I’m still groggy when I hear the sudden slam of my door bursting open. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Cali screeches, her voice a mixture of laughter and squeals as she storms into my room wearing a ridiculous pointy birthday hat covered in sequins. Before I can even sit up, she throws a handful of confetti into the air, and it rains down on me in a flurry of glitter and chaos. “Cali!” I laugh, shielding my face with the blanket.She jumps on the bed beside me, grinning like she just won t