บททั้งหมดของ The Boy In His Bed Is A Girl : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

NOVA My hands curl into fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. The beaded scent blockers throb with heat as my body fights the truth of the bond, but it's there. It's undeniable. My skin prickles, my throat tightening. I'm drowning in his scent already. There's a tinge of something sweet under the spice. Vanilla? Honey? Apple? And it's creamy too. Fuck. Is this really his natural scent? Rhydar freezes mid-step, a second towel clenched in one fist as his eyes land on me. The music dies in my ears. All I hear is the rush of blood and the warning in his voice. "You're not Leo." They are three simple words, but I swear, they send me into a temporary cardiac arrest. And suddenly I can't speak. His jaw twitches, and I can sense his wolf stirring. The sheer power makes my legs tremble. Is it too late to give up and run? "What game are you playing?" he drawls, moving towards me with graceful, lethal movements. My heart is pounding so hard, and I'm beginning to sweat. Togeth

RHYDAR The morning sun is slipping through the blinds, but I haven't slept since he got here. Creed. Or...whatever the hell that thing is, wearing Leo Creed's skin. I sit on the edge of my bed, my body still vibrating from the scent. His scent. It's fruity, floral, and fucking addictive. It's clinging to my sheets now. He's lying on my bed barely moving, curled up tight too. And I know. I fucking know he's not Leo. Leo Creed is dead. I am a hundred percent sure of that. So who the hell is this? He moves like Leo, talks like him, and fights almost like him, too. But there's something wrong. That scent. It's driving my wolf insane. He keeps pacing inside me, snarling every time that floral smell gets too close. It feels like he wants to rip through my skin and bones and claim him. Claim what? A lie? A ghost? I grit my teeth and exhale slowly. I drag a hand down my face. This is insane. I should report it. Drag him to the Alpha Masters and demand an answer. But I won't.

NOVA He looks angry, and I have a feeling that with every second that ticks by, I am pissing him off even more with my awkward silence. Earlier I'd been too out of it to process his words. But now, I remember. He'd been so sure that Leo was dead. If that isn't more evidence that he's my brother's killer, I don't know what it is. I am officially trapped. There's no one to save me from this monster. No one but myself. If I insist that I'm Leo, he will see through my lies because he's truly Leo's killer. But if he's only bluffing, I have to be smart about it. First of all, I need to distract him. Licking my lower lip, I meet his gaze dead on. "What? Does it get on your nerves that you're so attracted to me? You're the one who kissed me," I hiss. He blinks. "You didn't pull away. It's either you've been baiting me or you wanted it too," he says. I cock my head. "So, you're gay." The corner of his mouth quirks upwards, his grey eyes taking on an unhinged sparkle. Then he leans

NOVA I know I should probably not wander off the way I'm doing now. But for the life of me, I don't think I can bear Rhydar's presence anymore. And worse, it's only been a few days since I arrived at the academy. He's always watching me, just like he promised. And thankfully, I haven't encountered Scarface again. I'm heading past the garden path when I hear grunts.Curious, I quicken my pace, my movements light and soundless. And that's when I see him. It's Theo. He's straining hard, trying to lift a weight. He's shirtless, and his toned body is soaked with sweat. He's trying so hard to lift the weight, but he keeps failing. And that is pretty unusual. Alphas are supposed to be super strong. The only possible reason for his failure and frustration is that he's an imposter or he's just not an alpha. Suddenly, he sits up, turning his head. His eyes are dark with menace. But they soften the instant he sees me. He grins, rising to his feet."Yo, you didn't have to sneak up on me lik

NOVA I didn't sleep well. That's what happens when you try to live a life that isn't yours and survive in a den of monsters. But I haven't forgotten the main reason that brought me to the academy. And that's why I'd sneaked into the library a few minutes ago. It's almost seven a.m. Therefore, I have to be quick about this. My fingers skim along the books on the shelf in the Ceremony and Culture section, and finally, I find a red book. It's titled "The Red Moon Tournament." I have a feeling that the information in it is vague. If it was detailed enough, it would be more likely to be kept in the archives. I scan the pages, taking in the important information in it. According to the book, the ceremony is done when the moon turns crimson and the gate to the underworld opens. During this time, werewolves are at their weakest, and only the most determined can complete the rounds. Apparently, it was first used by the werewolf militants responsible for protecting their packs from vampi