All Chapters of Too Human To Be His: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"What’s that supposed to mean?" he arched a brow, narrowing his eyes at me with suspicion. "It means I finally understand why you are the way you are. Like this!" I gestured to his entire towering figure, my frustration boiling over and dragging me into familiar territory — using ты instead of вы, dropping the formalities again. "Didn’t you ever wish, even just once as a child, to loosen that chokehold around your neck? Didn’t you have normal childhood dreams or silly desires? Didn’t you ever want to do something reckless and fun, just for yourself? Like play soccer, or take music lessons, or join a chess club or anything? Are you seriously telling me you were perfectly happy being stuck in that rigid student slavery growing up?" My eyebrows drew together, my gaze locked on the werewolf in front of me. Wayland’s eyes flashed with anger — but that kind of intimidation had long since stopped working on me. He was mad, clearly, but that wasn’t a surprise. Whether my words actually st

The investigation dragged on for over a week, but in the end, we uncovered everyone involved in the disappearance of the girls. To my surprise—and everyone’s relief—there was no criminal intent. Turned out, just across the border, in a neighboring pack’s territory, there’s a small settlement where some werewolves host a kind of themed gathering — part ritual, part nature retreat. A strange mix between a spiritual festival and a cosplay of ancient times. They shift into their wolves and roam through the wilderness, claiming it's their way of reconnecting with the roots of their kind. These self-proclaimed “keepers of the old ways” gather from across their pack lands, most of them young, unattached, and clearly bored out of their minds. In the end, it was ridiculously simple. A few of these young males sensed their fated mates among our young she-wolves. And instead of handling things properly — with introductions, with respect — they decided to go old school: they just stole thei

I don’t know how it happened that I fell for a werewolf so much older than me. The first time we met, he really scared me with his piercing eyes and the way he openly stared. The red-haired man with dark brown eyes made me feel a thrill and a kind of anxiety, almost panic, that made me want to run away without looking back. But everything changed on New Year’s. He and my sister invited me to join everyone else at the ice rink. Honestly, I’m not very good at skating, but I really wanted to prove that I could do it well. So, as soon as I stepped onto the ice, I almost tumbled head over heels right in front of the skating crowd. Zavir caught me skillfully, holding me close, and at that moment, I forgot how to breathe. He was so near that I could feel his incredible scent—the very perfume I had fallen in love with from the first breath. We stood silently for several seconds, looking intently at each other, and I saw his eyes—mesmerizing, slowly turning golden. The man was outrageo

“Oh, I see… So while I’m still a child, you’ll calmly go to fuck others, and I’m supposed to watch this and happily grow up for you?! Isn’t that a bit selfish?!” A wave of indignation presses down on me so strongly that I can’t hold back my anger and the tears welling up. My feelings are tearing me apart, each one stronger than the last. “Fine! Then I’ll just calmly date guys during this time! You know, gain experience… for you, darling!” I spit at him angrily, completely overwhelmed by outrage and hurt. “Don’t play with me, girl,” the werewolf growls lowly, suddenly too close, grabbing me by the waist. “No guys!” Tears of hurt roll down my cheeks. The injustice suffocates me with its claws, not letting me breathe. “I already have a boyfriend,” I say, my voice trembling but firm. “He’s kind and caring, and would never betray me. He deserves to share with me my first kiss, my first warm feelings. And what do you offer me?” I ask painfully, looking into his eyes. “You promise me, ‘Ev

Wayland surprised me again when he stood up, extended a hand, and helped me into my seat like an absolute gentleman. “You look stunning,” he said smoothly, his lips curling into a small smirk. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Was that… a compliment? Did pigs just learn to fly? “T-thank you,” I mumbled, completely thrown off. This had to be a tactic. Maybe he wanted to catch me off guard, make me nervous, sabotage my presentation, and then laugh at my failure. Well, not on my watch. “I don’t understand why we had to meet under these conditions,” I said, waving my hand around the room with a hint of irritation. “We could have discussed everything at your office without all this fancy setup.” The Alpha looked at me, and I caught a mischievous glint in his eyes. That smile suited him perfectly. God, those lips were so beautiful... Oh no, not again! Damn mark! “Well, my office doesn’t serve food as good as this,” his velvety voice drifted into my ears. “I took the liberty o