All Chapters of My Arch Nemesis in my Bed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“We’ve lost contact with three patrol units in the last week,” Elder Harrison was saying, his voice cutting through the low murmur of conversations around the council table. “Northern border, eastern ridge, and the old mining settlement. Seven wolves total, just gone.” I’d been sitting here for twenty minutes already, and this was the first thing anyone had said that didn’t make me want to put my head through the stone table. “Gone how?” my father asked, leaning forward in his chair at the head of the long table. “No bodies, no signs of struggle. They missed their check-ins and when we sent backup teams, we found their patrol routes empty. Scent trails just stop, like they vanished into thin air.” Beta Samuel, Maya’s father, was taking notes. He had the same calculating intelligence as his daughter, but where Maya tried to hide her ambition behind charm, Samuel just owned it completely. “Vampire work,” Samuel said without looking up from his notepad. “Classic hunting pattern.

When I got back to my dorm, I could hear Jessica’s voice before I even opened the door. “Naomi, that dress is going to be way too short on you. You’re like three inches taller than me.” I pushed open the door to find Naomi holding up a red dress against herself while Jessica sat cross-legged on her bed with a bottle of nail polish in her hand. “It’s not that short,” Naomi said, turning to check herself out in Jessica’s full-length mirror. “And besides, Jonathan likes when I dress up.” “Jonathan again,” Jessica said in a singsong voice. “You two are practically attached at the hip these days.” She held the dress up higher and frowned. “Maybe you’re right about the length though. Do you have anything else?” “The blue one with the sleeves might work better,” Jessica suggested. “It’s got more stretch.” I dropped my backpack by my desk and kicked off my shoes. “Where are you going that requires dress borrowing?” I asked, sitting down on my desk chair. “Just dinner,” Naomi said, but

I was in my quarters reviewing the Oregon mission files when Maya appeared in my doorway without knocking, which had become her annoying habit over the past few weeks.“I heard you volunteered for the university assignment,” she said, stepping into my room and closing the door behind her.“News travels fast around here,” I said, not looking up from the documents spread across my desk.“You’re not going alone.”I finally looked at her. “It’s a reconnaissance mission, not a group project.”“I know what you’re really doing, “Enlighten me.”“You’re going back for her.”My hands stilled but I kept my expression neutral. “I’m going to investigate vampire activity at a university. That’s what reconnaissance means. You can search up the dictionary.”Maya laughed, and it was the exact kind of sound that made my wolf want to bare its teeth. “Do you think I’m stupid, Lucarius? Oregon happens to be where your precious little foster sister is attending school. What a coincidence.”“Her name is Li

I was hunched over the microscope in Dr. Dooley’s lab at half past five, trying to make sense of what I was seeing in the tissue samples from Melody Reeves when my phone started buzzing insistently in my pocket. I ignored it the first three times because Dr. Dooley had strict rules about phones during lab work, but when it kept going off, she looked up from her own workstation with raised eyebrows.“Just take the call,” she said, pulling off her latex gloves. “But make it quick. The medical examiner’s office is sending over one more body within the hour, and I need you focused when they get here.”I pulled out my phone and saw Naomi’s name flashing on the screen. She’d been calling me pretty much every day since our fight about Jonathan, but I’d been letting most of them go to voicemail because I wasn’t ready to pretend everything was sunshine and rainbows between us when it definitely wasn’t.“What’s up?” I answered, trying to keep my voice neutral while I continued staring at the sl

I got to Grind Coffee about ten minutes early, which gave me time to find a table near the back where we could have a conversation without the entire campus listening in. The place was practically deserted - just me, an older guy reading a newspaper by the window, and a barista who looked like she’d rather be literally anywhere else on earth.Naomi showed up right at seven looking more anxious than I’d seen her since we’d had to give presentations in AP English senior year. She kept checking her phone every thirty seconds and glancing toward the door.“He’s running a little late,” she said, sliding into the chair across from me and immediately starting to fidget with her coffee cup. “Traffic or something.”“No problem. Gives us time to actually talk without Mr. Perfect hovering over us.” I signaled the barista for a refill, then leaned back in my chair. “So how are your psych classes going? You haven’t mentioned them in forever.”“They’re fine. Good. Really interesting stuff.” Naomi w