บททั้งหมดของ My Arch Nemesis in my Bed: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

I floored the gas pedal, the car lurching forward as I tore out of Lily’s dorm parking lot. I drove through Eugene like I was being chased by something with teeth, taking corners too fast and running yellow lights that had already turned red by the time I cleared the intersection. My hands were gripping the steering wheel hard enough that my knuckles had gone white, and I could feel my wolf pacing restlessly under my skin, agitated by everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. I swerved around a slow-moving sedan, ignoring the honk that followed. My phone buzzed again on the passenger seat, the screen lighting up for what felt like the hundredth time since Maya had stormed out of my office yesterday evening, and I’d been ignoring every single call because I knew exactly what conversation was waiting for me on the other end of that line. I was honestly surprised no one had shown up at my door yet. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with any of this and how I was s

I scrolled down to read the details, my hands shaking enough that I had to put the laptop on my desk before I broke it.Sarah Martins, 21, a graduate research assistant in the biochemistry program, was discovered early Sunday morning by campus security during a routine building check. Martins was found in the third-floor laboratory with no obvious signs of trauma, according to police spokesman Detective Carver.This marked the third unexplained death of a University of Oregon student in the past year, following similar incidents involving undergraduate students. All three victims were found with no apparent cause of death, prompting university officials to launch a comprehensive investigation into potential environmental hazards on campus.Sarah. I knew Sarah—she had just cornered me on Friday, all nosy about what was going on with us.Now she was dead, found in the same building where I spent most of my time, in labs that were supposed to be safe.My phone rang, and I saw Naomi’s nam

I’m sprawled on my bed in this stupid penthouse. My skin’s burning, like I’m cooking from the inside, and it’s been like this for three days, ever since I saw Ethan’s arm around Lily outside her dorm, with his smug look on his face.I’ve been alternating between burning up and shivering like I was dying, which honestly might not have been that far from the truth.Kai had been pacing in my head nonstop, his voice louder and more insistent than it had ever been before, a constant growl of frustration that was making it impossible to think clearly about anything.She’s ours, he kept snarling, the same refrain he’d been repeating for days. He touched her. That pathetic human touched what belongs to us, and you’re just lying here doing nothing about it.I’ve been ignoring him, trying to keep it together, but it’s like fighting a wave.“Shut up,” I muttered into my pillow, but my voice came out hoarse and weak, which just made Kai more agitated.You’re weak, he continued, his anger bleeding

Luca’s skin was burning under my touch, hot enough that I pulled my hand back instinctively and wondered if I should be calling an ambulance instead of trying to figure out what was wrong with him.“You look like hell,” I said, trying to keep my voice as cold as I can.He tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but his arms were shaking from the effort and he barely managed to lift his head off the couch cushion.“Don’t be an idiot,” I said, pressing my hand against his chest to keep him lying down. The contact sent heat shooting through my palm, and I tried to ignore the way his muscles felt under the thin fabric of his shirt. “You can barely move right now.”“Don’t want you to see me like this,” he mumbled, his eyes half-closed and unfocused in a way that made him look younger and more vulnerable than I’d seen him in years.I could see those gold flecks in his irises again, brighter now than they’d been before, and I wondered if that was normal for whatever he was or if it

The campus festival is in full swing, all bright string lights strung across the quad, food trucks pumping out the smell of greasy burgers and sugary cotton candy, and some local band butchering a pop song on a makeshift stage.I’m standing by a booth selling overpriced tacos, picking at the foil wrapper of a burrito I don’t even want, because Naomi dragged me here.Normally I would have skipped it entirely, but she had been insisting for weeks that we all should attend.“You’re turning back into that hermit,” she’d said while physically dragging me out of my dorm room. “It’s disturbing.”So here we were, wandering between booths selling overpriced festival food and games that were obviously rigged, pretending that throwing rings at bottles was a worthwhile way to spend our Saturday afternoon.“Okay, but seriously,” Naomi said, stopping abruptly in the middle of the pathway between the funnel cake stand and whatever monstrosity was being sold at the booth advertising “deep-fried every