All Chapters of The Boy In His Bed Is A Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NOVA Summer break ended in a blur. I went on a lot of dates. Fun ones. Crazy sex too. In the bathroom, the kitchen, hell, even the elevator. Wild, I know. But sometimes, I still cry in the bathroom with the water running. I can't forget about my brother. The grief eats me alive, though I never let Rhydar see it. We have been doing so well together. I've learned so much about him. We're practically dating now even though he never officially asked me out. That makes us a situationship, I guess. We smile and joke and laugh. But to be honest, Rhydar walks on eggshells around me, and so do I. "Ready?" Rhydar tells me as we head out of the lobby, his hand reaching for mine. I try to ignore the dark circles under his eyes as I entwine our fingers together. Ever since that phone call from his dad, he keeps having nightmares. Sometimes, I hear him puking at night or pacing. And it worries me. Rhydar loads our bags into the car trunk and opens the door to his sleek BMW. Once I'm sea

NOVA Here goes. Big moment. No pressure. Just... you know... deciding the rest of my entire life. The instructor's voice drones as names get called one after the other. Students stand tall, announce their choice with the confidence of people who actually have their crap together, and march back to their seats. Strategy Division. Combat Division. Healing Division. Over and over. Meanwhile, me? My brain's running in circles like a caffeinated squirrel. Strategy? Well, I am good at scheming. I can possibly out-talk half this class and bluff my way through almost anything. But strategy also means endless hours of maps, pieces, theories, blah blah blah. Which sounds like brain-melting boredom when I could be— Combat? My fists actually itch at the thought. Adrenaline and sweat, oh yes, please. Except, combat division might actually expect me to know which end of the blade is which. Healing? Okay, don't laugh. Healing is noble and important. A part of me likes the idea of patch

NOVA Something is wrong. I can feel it. I frown at Rhydar, puzzled. But then his thoughts float into my mind, making me freeze.'Why...why is that cursed thing on my mate's skin?'My stomach churns with revulsion, my head spinning.The sigil is on me?Suddenly, I can't breathe, my vision blurring.A panic attack. That's what this is.I can hear Rhydar calling my name, reaching out to hold me.His voice echoes through the haze closing in around me, his hands curling gently around mine."Nova," he whispers. "Look at me. Breathe, love. In and out."I gasp, my lungs refusing to obey. My chest feels like it's caving in, my ribs locked tight. His thumb strokes slow circles over my knuckles, his scent wrapping around me."I won't let anything happen to you," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine. "You're safe. With me, you're safe."The storm inside me begins to slow, but tears sting my eyes as I clutch at his sleeve. "H-how many?" My voice trembles, barely audible. "How many sigil

RHYDAR I'm not sure where I am. I'm too weak, I can barely lift my eyelids. I'm lying on my stomach on something hard and cold, like a metal table. There's a needle in my spine. And another one attached to my arm. But I can't feel any pain. My heartbeat is slowing down, and I can't get in enough air. But I can smell the antiseptic in this place. I can hear the sound of something dripping. Blood? Water? I'm not sure. Something metallic hums nearby. Machines, I think. Then I hear footsteps approaching. A door hisses open somewhere to my right. Voices float in. I can't make out the words clearly, but one of them laughs cruelly. "...you're telling me you don't know?" "Sir...he's fading. He's going to die if we don't give him time to recover." "I don't care. I don't care...if he dies from blood loss or....important...to me." My chest tightens. I try to breathe deeper, but it comes out as a ragged wheeze. My lungs are burning. I can't reach Blaze. It feels like someone sev

HOURS AGO,NOVA "Rhy?" I breathe, tears welling up in my eyes when I'm greeted with the same emptiness that has lingered since he told me he loved me. It's been days. I'm losing my mind. Where do I even begin to search?I bring a hand to my chest, letting out a shaky breath as I recall the excruciating pain that had hit me right after Rhydar's last statement. I had felt it. The bond shattering. I'd curled up on the floor for hours, grieving because I could no longer feel my mate.I don't want to believe that he's dead. He's too smart...too strong to die just like that. That's what I've been telling myself.A loud knock on the door catches my attention. Theo has been stopping by, but I've refused to let him or anyone else in."Nova, it's me," Theo says.I curl up tighter on the couch, holding Rhydar's shirt closer to myself, inhaling his scent. It doesn't help that I'm currently in heat."Go away," I mumble, closing my eyes."It's about Rhydar. The director wants to see you," he