All Chapters of MY BOYS IN THE WOLVES ACADEMY : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

DALIAI confront Susie. The same spot on the terrace where we first met and she comforted me.“Why did you agree to be Prince's date?”“Ehm…” Her voice is caught in her throat.“Answer me!” I shout.Inhaling a deep breath, she steps closer. “Forgive me, Dalia.” Her palms reach for mine but I pull away. “I couldn't refuse Prince.”“What does that mean?”“Prince is popular and handsome. He's everything a girl wants. No boy has ever looked at me but he asked me to be his date.”“You knew about us!”“Maybe he doesn't want you anymore. Just accept the truth and move forward.” Her voice overpowers mine.Silence moves between us through the cold breeze. I trusted the wrong person.“Prince is my true mate. We might be arguing now but he'll come back to me. Not you, not anyone, can break us, our mate bond.”Her face hardens, rage flashing in her eyes.“I am a member of the disciplinary committee. With my one comment, you'll be out of this damn academy. Do you want that?”“A-Are you threatening

ARIAHis fingers travel up to my breasts, evoking my wolf, and every nerve of mine. My breathing is seized, under his control, and so is my body.The kiss is making me submissive to him, and my wolf doesn't seem to have a problem. She's all over him, craving his touch.The sound of giggling startles us and we quickly pull away only to see Fera at the door. The Moon Goddess knows how long she's been standing there, watching our romance.“Fera, what's up?” I jump down from the kitchen top, squeezing to Jay's left side.“You two were kissing.” She whispers.“Shhhhhhhhhhh…” Jay places a finger on his lips, gesturing to her to keep quiet. She follows the gesture and runs away.Fera is still like a sweet child.After dinner, Jay does the bedding for me. Victor and Fera are already asleep.“Shall we continue what we left?”I grab his collar and propel him onto the bed. He raises a brow, surprised.“Tonight, we're watching a movie.” “What movie?” He speaks playfully.“Your mind is thinking s

JONATHAN For the first time, Jay, my son, breaks down, crying on the stairs facing the garden. He has always been strong, a pillar, yet he’s the opposite tonight. The silence is the first thing that hits me, a heavy, unnatural blanket. Then, the sound starts, not a shout, but a thick, choked gasp, a sound that seems to claw its way out of his chest. His broad shoulders begin to shake.He brings his hands up, clenching them into fists, white-knuckled and tight, and jams the heels of his palms into his eyes, as if trying to physically push the tears back in. The tears, however, are winning. He is completely undone, and the sight of his raw, exposed grief is like a punch to your own stomach.“Jay, my son.” I call his name, step down the two stairs, and sit next to him on the third.“Is this about Aria?” My arm wrapped around his broad, trembling shoulders. He inhales a deep breath before facing me.“I-It's hurting, Father.”He sobs in pain, the pain I can never understand, but somewhat

ARIAI get ready, wear a long, black dress, and let my hair loose. Standing before the mirror, my fingers reach for the zipper on the back, yet the touch of warm fingers startles me.Jay moves closer, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror, and he slowly pulls up the zipper. Tonight, he's different. He's dressed all black, and for the first time, he has a blazer on. His hair combed back, only two loose strands falling on his forehead.“You're looking gorgeous.” He whispers, the brush of his breath tickles my ear. As he pulls up the zipper to the end, I turn around, and my arms encircle his neck, pulling him even closer.“You’re handsome tonight.”“Just tonight?” He raises a brow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.“The other days you were just handsome, but tonight, you're formally charming.” A soft breath slips free of my lips. “I don't think I have ever seen this side of you, Mr. Manchester.”“Then would you like to give a kiss to this formally charming man?” With a swift move,

PRINCEThe world snaps back into agonizing focus, and I am running barefoot. Arriving at the hospital, the automated glass doors of the emergency entrance hiss open. I barely slow down, my breath ragged, sweat stinging my eyes. The blinding white corridors flash by like the lines on a road, a confusing maze of sickness and hurried silence.My hand, slick with nervous sweat, trembles uncontrollably, a tiny vibration betraying the earthquake happening inside my chest.A massive lump of fear and stale air is trapped in my throat. Then, inhaling a breath, with a smooth swoosh, I slide the door open. The world narrows down to this single frame, the soft glow of the monitor, and her.She's lying in bed, her face is extremely pale. Her smile is gone and she looks as if she has given up on life. Regret instantly hits me. I ignored her. I abandoned her. I left her. My heart aggressively hammers against my chest as my feet slowly approach her. Sensing the rhythm of my footsteps, she turns her