Semua Bab The Human mate: Marked for vengeance. : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Teya's POV After class wrapped up, I decided to head to the library, though, to be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was hoping to find there. My mind kept circling back to that moment in the classroom when our professor announced we’d be paired up for the project. When he called my name and then his, I should’ve had the presence of mind to raise my hand and ask to be switched to someone else. I could have saved myself from all the impending awkwardness. But, of course, I didn’t speak up. Now, here I was, walking right into the lion’s den of social discomfort.As I pushed open the heavy library door, I was greeted by the familiar, calming stillness that always enveloped the place. It was just quiet enough to hear the gentle hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the soft, muffled rustle of pages turning from students scattered across the various nooks and crannies of the room. A few of my fellow classmates were huddled at desks, immersed in their studies, each one seemingly

Teya's POVMy head felt like it had been hit with a hammer. Every time I got close to Lucien, everytime I was around him, my brain just shut down completely. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember the warnings I had know clearly. It was like all the knowledge just evaporated into thin air, leaving me helpless in the moment. The inside of my mind was a chaos of tangled thoughts and confusion, and I hated it. Warnings that should have been obvious, like “stay away from Lucien,” seemed to vanish the second I was near him. It was so frustrating that I could actually feel my skin tighten with irritation, like I was about to snap.Suddenly, frustration took over. It burned through me and made my skin feel too tight, almost like I was about to explode. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I stood up abruptly, grabbing my bag and hurriedly gathering my things, trying to leave before I lost my composure completely. Lucien, as usual, just stared at me. His head was resting on the book on

Teya’s PovI typically got myself ready in just about ten minutes flat—fifteen, if I really pressed my luck. And let’s be honest, I was often cutting it close, scrambling to not be late. But on this particular morning? I decided to slow down and savor the moment a bit.The air in my room was still a tad chilly, likely from the crack I’d left in the window overnight. Sunlight streamed in through the glass, casting these soft, golden lines across the room and illuminating tiny dust motes that floated around like they were enjoying a slow dance. It felt peaceful, almost magical, like I had entered a serene bubble where time didn’t matter.As I stood in front of my mirror, I realized I was taking longer than usual. One hand clutched my trusty hairbrush, while the other held a pair of jeans draped over my arm. There was no sense of urgency, no frantic energy buzzing around me. It was just me, taking a deep breath, soaking it all in. I could hear the distant sound of birds chirping outsid

TEYA'S POVMy steps feel lighter than they should. Weird, right? Walking home usually drags me down—like my legs have bricks tied to them, like every step is a fight just to keep going. But tonight? It’s like I’m floating or something. Like there’s something underneath me pushing me forward instead of holding me back. The usual dread? Gone. No tightness squeezing my chest, no that sinking feeling that twists my stomach. None of that heavy weight pressing down. It’s almost like for once, I’m breathing easy. Lucien’s still on my mind. I can’t get him out. His laugh, all crooked and warm, the kind that makes your whole body want to smile. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles like he’s hiding some joke just for me, or maybe for no one at all. The quiet moments in class where we didn’t have to say anything and it didn’t feel awkward, it felt… comfortable. And that note.I pulled it out from my back pocket a hundred times today, fingers tracing over the words like I’m trying to ma

TEYA’S POVAs the door swings shut behind me with a resounding thud, it feels like the entire weight of the universe has come crashing down on my chest, leaving me gasping for breath. I can't shake the sensation that the air has been sucked right out of the room, replaced by this heavy, suffocating silence that presses down like a lead blanket.The committee didn’t buy my story – not even for a second. They looked right at me, taking in the bruises marrying my skin, my unsteady hands, and the raw truth I held out like a desperate offering. Yet, somehow, it wasn’t enough. Not for them, and certainly not for me. I can’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t enough for them—like I fell short in every way that mattered. Through the haze of my discontent, I spot Lucien leaning casually against the wall just outside, as if he has been waiting for me all along. The moment our eyes lock, I can feel the tension in the air shift. His head whips up, and I can practically see the worry flood his featu