All Chapters of Mated To The Monster Boys: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

  Seraphina’s Pov I walked slowly for my next class, nervous about seeing Vale again after our last conversation, and worse, after my little outbursts of energy which he had taken most of his time to teach me to keep them under control. I am sure these past few days would make him want to stop teaching me all at once.I took a seat at the far back, away from his peering eyes, and beside a girl that never even spoke, her hair were made into  white chunky braids that fell over her face, concealing her face from the rest of us. Her hair was a huge contrast between her very dark skin.“Hey,” I muttered nervously, trying to break the awkward tension, but all I got was a raise of her head, like I was annoying the hell out of her. I created

Seraphina’s PovPotion class had always been one of the calmer sessions. At least… it used to be. But not today. Something feels wrong the moment I step into the room. My gaze searched for the white-haired girl. It had been two days since the incident, and I hadn’t even seen her ever since, or even got a glimpse of her. The sigil left an itch that had driven me mad for days, and the student stayed away from me. Whispering only in hushed tones when I was out of earshot, but I still heard them regardless. Whatever she had done, it just made me lose control of my powers the more, causing it to act out on its own. Like how i had accidentally set fire to Lucian’s most priced potion The lamps flickered violently, and the cauldrons simmered unevenly, and even the shadows seemed to cling to the corners like they were afraid of the light. Students sat in pairs, chatting away, I even saw some students stare at me warily, some with hatred and others? Well, jealousy. I wondered which one of

Seraphina’s Pov My stomach drops.Lucien looks at me sharply.“Seraphina… What is this? Someone knows about what happened that night?” He hisses, gaze searching the room frantically for any sign of an intruder.I don’t say anything at first, I just plop myself atop the couch, my breath coming out in jagged spurts. “Don’t follow me when I leave Lucian,” I whisper, clutching the paper between my fingers tightly. “I don’t want to drag you into this mess. You’ve helped enough,” I mutter, tears stinging my eyelids.“No, I swore it to the moon that I was going to protect you, and I am going to do just that,” he replies, gaze searching mine.“I don’t need your protection Lucian, I’d do just fine on my own. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?” I ask, pulling off my shoes for comfortable ones.“You want to know the worst that could happen right? The whole school finds out and you’re kicked out for murderer, they make your magic become useless, no other magic school would take you i

Seraphina’s PovI blinked once, then twice, disappointment crawling through my veins as the haze peeled back slowly, like fog retreating from a battlefield, and Lucian’s sharp features finally came into focus above her.I felt irritation spike through me, the memories of the past day flowing into my mind slowly.“What?” I gruffly sit up“You need to hurry,” he said quietly, urgency threading his voice. “They’ve summoned you. The admin was sent to call you moments ago, but he came back without you. You only have five minutes, or you’d be expelled.”“What?” I screeched, my heart dropped, and I threw the covers off my body. My pulse was hammering as I scrambled around Before I could even ask anything or change into my uniform, Lucian was already pulling me outside the door, no matter how hard I tried to protest. Students stopped to stare at me, hands over their mouths as they laughed at me. Embarrassment crept up my cheeks as I followed Lucian in my mismatched socks and Pj’s that had

Seraphina’s PovI left the attic feeling hollow – feeling worse than I had originally felt days ago. I didn’t know if it was anger I felt at this moment, but anger would have been way easier. This felt way worse. Felt like a quiet unravelling that sat heavy in my chest as I made my way back through the stone corridors, my steps slow, uneven. I shouldn’t have, I should have just left things as they were, not revisit old wounds that stung each time I tried to open them. Every whisper I passed felt louder, sharper, like the walls themselves had opinions about me. I didn’t care if students saw me this way; I mean, they had seen me in a mismatched set of pj’s weeks ago.I let my lazy legs lead me towards the dorm; the feeling of my heart being broken echoed loudly in my ear, drowning out every form of sound, even to the extent of blurring out my vision.I didn’t look up fast enough. I collided with someone hard enough to stumble back. I shook my head to shake out the dizzy spell that seeme