The Human mate: Marked for vengeance. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 116

Ryker’s POVHonestly, the storm raging inside me was relentless, like an untamed beast that just wouldn't be tamed. No matter how many times I reminded myself of the rules I’d laid down the moment I first crossed paths with her, that chaos didn’t lessen.Stay away. Don’t get attached. Don’t let her become a weakness.But there I was again, rooted to the spot at the edge of the training field, my gaze inexplicably glued to her. It felt like my wolf had made a decision and refused to consider any alternative; it was as if I had no say in the matter. She was caught up in laughter with someone—some guy, of course—her face lit up with a brightness that made my heart sink and soar at the same time. It was a sight I could hardly handle. Her smile was softer, kinder than I’d ever seen, and it struck a deep chord within me. The ache it produced was both beautiful and haunting—a dangerous allure that whispered promises of disaster if I allowed myself to indulge in these feelings. With an

Teya’s POVThe dream came again.It was always the same—his eyes first, molten amber burning into me, stripping away the shields I thought I’d built so carefully. Then his hand would reach for me, steady and sure, and my entire body would respond like it had been waiting for that touch my whole life. I would feel his breath against my skin, hear his voice—low, rough, reverent—calling my name like a prayer.And then I’d wake up.Every damn time, I woke up. Heart pounding. Skin damp with sweat. My wolf hummed in a way I couldn’t silence.It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. Not everything about him—Ryker, the man who made everyone else flinch when he entered a room—should have screamed danger to me. Not when every rational part of me whispered that this… this thing simmering between us could only end in pain.But my wolf didn’t listen to reason. It never did when it came to him.By the time morning came, I was exhausted. My reflection in the mirror looked worse for wear—dark smudges under

Teya’s PovThe sterile smell of the academy doctor’s office enveloped me like an unwelcome blanket, its sharp, clinical scent sharp enough to cut through the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. It felt almost like the musty air was trying to cleanse me of all the overflowing chaos and turmoil that had taken root in my brain. I glanced at my arm, feeling the weight of the tightly wrapped bandage—throbbing, yes, and neatly secured, but honestly, the dull throb was a minor annoyance compared to the tempest brewing inside me. Sitting there on the narrow examination bed, my legs swinging back and forth, I attempted to zone in on the quiet hum of the overhead fluorescent lights. I thought maybe if I focused on that monotonous buzz, I could drown out the vivid images racing around in my head. There was that fierceness in Lucien’s gaze that sent shivers down my spine, the collective gasp from the crowd as his wolf had lunged at me, and the heavy, suffocating sense of betrayal that f