The Human mate: Marked for vengeance. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Teya’s POVKael’s anger filled the room like a raging storm, so strong that I could feel its force deep inside my bones. It wasn’t just the usual tempers flaring; it was pure fury, raw and unfiltered. He had stormed into the room with one focus—answers—and now his eyes burned with a fire that made him seem more dangerous than any physical threat I’d known. It was as if his rage gave off a heat that pressed against me, making the air itself seem heavier. For a moment, I felt the impact of his rage coursing through me as if I were standing too close to a lightning strike. Lucien stayed calm, steady as always, his presence an immovable wall between me and Kael’s boiling anger. His expression was relaxed, almost indifferent, but I knew better. I could feel his quiet strength, the way his eyes locked onto Kael’s without flinching or backing down. That silent stare was a challenge of its own—an unspoken message that neither man was going to back off easily. The tension in the room thicke

Teya’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not a single hour. Every time I closed my eyes, I was flooded with unsettling images—those fleeting flickers of the hood disappearing down the hallway, the blinking message still lingering on my screen, and that file—so damaged it might as well have been a mind twisted by secrets I wasn’t supposed to know. It was as if the shadows of what I’d seen followed me into my dreams or, rather, kept me awake. My nerves were stretched thin, raw enough to snap. My skin felt too tight, almost suffocating, like I was trapped in a suit I couldn’t escape.Just as I was about to give in and shut down for the night, a soft click made my heart jump. It was barely loud, almost quiet enough that I could miss it if I wasn’t paying close attention. The door.It opened with almost no sound at all, a gentle creek that seemed out of place in the tense silence. I almost missed the movement entirely. My breath caught, instincts kicking in. I tensed, ready for anything. But then I sa

Teya’s POVThe front door of the dorm slid shut behind me, and I leaned against it—my back heavy with unspoken exhaustion. My fingertips lightly traced the brass handle, as though I could've pushed it open again and gone nowhere. I’d been living in a haze since Pearl’s visit. Days, maybe weeks, blurred together; moments of undue quiet, searching my own thoughts for safety. Overnight, the world shifted axis. I was still upright, still breathing—but nothing else felt real.So I did what felt easiest: nothing.I locked my door, dropped my bag, and lay across my bed, all coiled inside me. I replayed Pearl’s image in my mind: every detail—the slow curl of her sneer, the way she’d leaned in, the glint of malice in her eyes as she spoke words meant to hurt. “Remember your place.” Each syllable still hissed in my memory. Her fake calm was a crown she’d worn deliberately, as if the world revolved around her moment of power.The photo she’d shown—my younger self, standing next to someone croppe

Lucien's POV I’d been standing in the drizzle for thirty-seven minutes when the courier finally arrived.The sky had opened up just enough to lace the stone steps in silver, the sort of half-hearted rain that never decided whether it wanted to pour or simply hover. Water gathered in the ridges of my jacket and slipped down the cuffs, cold lines against my wrists. I barely noticed; my entire focus was on the small, plain box cupped in the courier’s hands and the name scrawled across the top:TEYA MOREN.Seeing her name in someone else’s handwriting pulled something tight in my chest—equal parts protectiveness and guilt. Protectiveness, because I understood better than anyone that Teya deserved gentleness after what that snake Pearl had done to her. Guilt, because I wasn’t certain I could give it to her without becoming another weight on her shoulders.I paid the courier, tucked a damp tip into his palm, and lifted the box. Though it was light, I carried it as if it contained something

Teya’s POVThe bruises didn’t really hit me until I stepped into the harsh glare of the fluorescent hallway lights. At first, everything felt oddly… numbed out, you know? It was that strange buzzing silence that follows one of those moments when pain is too overwhelming to fully register. But as I stood there, just me and the glaring lights, it suddenly felt like reality slapped me right in the face. Every single step I took felt like I was walking barefoot on a path covered in gravel—like someone had taken all my pain and turned it into tiny, sharp stones just waiting to dig into my skin. My lip was throbbing, split open from where a girl’s ring had caught me during some chaotic high school drama. I could practically picture it: her flipping her hair back and throwing a punch all in one motion. Then there were my ribs, aching with a deep, hollow bruising that I previously thought only athletes talked about in their locker room bragging sessions. But trust me, it was very real. And