The Human mate: Marked for vengeance. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Teya's POV Lucien kissed me again, slower this time—deeper. His mouth moved over mine like a prayer, like a man starved not just for touch but for meaning. It wasn’t just heat anymore—it was a connection. It was every wall he’d built crumbling.His hand slid from my waist to my ribs, fingers playing as if trying to memorize the shape of me. His touch was reverent, tentative, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real—like if he held too tightly, I might slip through his fingers.I arched into him, my breath catching as his lips trailed to my jaw, down the curve of my throat. Every place his mouth touched felt branded—electric with sensation. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as a soft sound escaped me, involuntary and raw.Lucien stilled for a breath, his lips hovering at the base of my throat. A muscle in his jaw ticked, as though he were fighting something inside himself. His eyes searched mine—desperate, burning, but still holding on to the last thread of con

Teya's POV My brain was all jumbled. That wasn't me back there. It wasn't. *Oof*"Watch where you're going." An angry voice uttered. It was sharp, irritated. But I didn’t have the strength or the focus to give even a half-hearted apology. My mind was stuck on what had just happened in Lucien’s office. All I could do was keep walking, retreating quickly to my dorm, my steps heavy and unsteady.I stormed down the hallway like fire licked at my heels, trying not to burst into flames from the sheer mortification churning in my gut. What the hell had I just done?I arrived here determined to uncover the truth behind my sister’s tragic death. This wasn’t what I signed up for—not to find myself on my knees, sucking off a very man who might have a hand in whatever sinister events led to her demise. Seriously, what has my life come to?It felt like my legs were made of jelly, all shaky and unsteady beneath me. My lips were still buzzing from our encounter, and honestly, it felt like ther

Teya’s POVI stepped into my lecture hall that afternoon and what I got was a shock that hit me like a thunderclap. Because right at the back row was—Lucien. Legs crossed, sitting completely relaxed, flanked on either side by two girls who clung to him like he was some kind of celebrity. Their hold on his arms and shoulders told me they saw him that way too—like he was meant to be admired, worshipped even. It took me a second to realize how out of place he looked in that room. His dark eyes, usually sharp and guarded, were now relaxed as he casually scanned the room. Still, there was a quiet confidence in him. It was as if he belonged there, like part of him had known this would happen from the start.His gaze locked onto mine the moment his eyes settled on me. His expression shifted, some silent message passing between us. Then, that slow, knowing smirk crept across his face—like he had an inside joke, one I wasn’t in on. It made my stomach tighten. I wasn't prepared for this sig

Teya’s POVI had headed off to Kael's office about thirty minutes before three, immediately my classes ended. I was hoping to see if he really had something on my sister that I didn't know about. But as I walked into his office, I saw Lucien there instead of Kael. Trying to pretend like his presence didn't affect me, I walked towards the second chair and took my seat. I felt his eyes roaming all over me and the next thing I knew he had pulled his chair closer to mine. His face was up in my personal space as he whispered, "we never really got to finish the that discussion this morning now did we?" I was breathless. Our nose were touching. Why? I didn't even know why nor how. I just knew that one minute he was talking and I was kind of following the movement of his mouth, and the next we were almost kissing. Almost because..........“Ahem…”Just as I heard Kael’s voice, I couldn’t stop my body from reacting before my mind caught up. It was a reflex, like a jolt of alarm, that quick.

Teya’s POVPain burned deep beneath my skin, spreading in sharp, relentless waves that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second. It was as if every nerve ending was shouting out in protest, crying out in a language only my body understood. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d moved or even consciously thought about being placed in this position. One moment, I had been sprawled out on the cold, hard floor of the corridor, barely clinging to consciousness, Arya’s voice echoing distantly within my mind like a venomous snake teasing my thoughts. And then, without warning, everything blurred and shifted to a darker, colder place—a space that was even more silent and secretive, and filled with a chilling emptiness I couldn’t explain.The damp stone pressed cold against my back, rough and uneven beneath my skin. My wrists were tightly bound, cold metal biting into my flesh as they scraped against the rough surface of the restraints. The ropes or shackles held my arms outstretche