บททั้งหมดของ The Boy In His Bed Is A Girl : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

NOVA For a split second, my brain refuses to register what I'm seeing. Theo stands right in front of me with an infuriatingly calm expression. Something about his presence feels... heavier. The last time I saw him, there had been chains on him. Cold metal biting into his wrists as he lay on the bed asleep. And now he's standing here as if he didn't betray us. He flashes me a small smile. "Hey, Nova." My breath catches in my throat. No. He's supposed to be locked up. After what he did, after the way he helped with Rhydar's abduction. Especially after how he let himself become the Dark God's puppet. My pulse vibrates in my ears. "What are you doing here?" Theo lowers his head. "Relax. I'm not here to fight." That statement is too fucking casual. "I need to talk to Rhydar," he says, his lips moving slowly. The words hit me like a slap to the face. "Rhydar?" I echo, my heart racing. "Yeah. It's urgent." A dozen thoughts crash through me at once, none of them good. Rhy

NOVA I stop mid-step. I'm pretty sure my brain lags, because for a full three seconds I just... stare. There's a random girl's lips on my man's mouth.A real kiss.And he sees me.Oh, he sees me.He pulls away from the girl with obvious intention, like he's unplugging a charger in slow motion just to make sure I get the full effect. His eyes lock on mine, steadily. It feels like I've just been punched in the gut.I take a breath. Then another. My hands are already curling as I walk towards him as calmly as I can, while I try not to lose my shit.Because if I move too quickly, I might actually tackle him.‘Rhydar,’ I sign when I reach him. ‘Explain.’He shrugs.A literal shrug.Then he turns like he's just going to walk away.Before I can respond, the girl steps in front of me, blocking my path. She looks me over with too much confidence for someone who was making out with my man a few seconds ago.No, wait. Is this a dream?"Why can't he kiss other girls," the bimbo asks, her lip

NOVA I head towards the door, my hand trembling as I reach for the handle. The knock comes again, louder. Something about it makes my chest squeeze painfully.I swing it open, just slightly, enough to peek. Only to freeze at the sight of the unwelcome guest. What the fuck is he doing here?Alpha Roan stands there, leaning slightly against his staff, his expression calm but menacing.My hand immediately slips back to close the door by a fraction, shielding the room. Rhydar is lying on the couch behind me, pale, weak, and utterly exposed. I can't let Roan see him like this."You must have seen the news," he says, moving closer to the door. "If you don't want me to do something... drastic, I suggest you stop fighting me."A thousand thoughts scream in my mind. Stop fighting you? He's really got some nerve, doesn't he?Instead, I press my free hand against the door, steadying my racing pulse. "Are you done?" I ask, my voice calm. Then I shut the door firmly in his face, leaning b

NOVA My first thought when I gasp awake is that someone has set my lungs on fire. My second thought? I'm definitely not in my honeymoon suite. The air is cold and thick. Worse, it smells like metal and moldy socks. Not exactly post-wedding vibes. My head throbs so hard it could double as a drumline, and when I try to move... Oh, fantastic. I'm tied to a goddamn chair and gagged while I'm still in my freaking wedding dress. If this is some kind of sick joke or surprise afterparty, I am not impressed. Ten out of ten for commitment, though. I let out a muffled growl as I test the ropes that are digging into my wrists. They are painfully tight. My legs are bound too. I yank and twist anyway, because sitting still has never been my thing. Panic starts to crawl up my throat when the restraints refuse to give. The last thing I remember is fog rolling in, the smell of something sour, and people dropping like dominoes. My guests and...Rhy. Rhy. The thought punches the air out of m

NOVA The first thing I feel when I wake up is the soreness. A deep, delicious ache running all the way from my thighs to my lower back. I stretch under the sheets, a lazy smile pulling at my lips as memories from last night flash through my mind. I reach out automatically to the side of the bed, expecting warm skin. But the sheets are cold. My eyes blink open. "Rhy?" I mumble as I push myself up on my elbows. But there's a familiar, heavy silence. "Rhy?" I call again, louder this time. But I still don't hear anything. I freeze, realizing what this means. A cold wave sweeps up my spine as I press my palm to my ear, as if that'll change anything. Panic grips me instantly. No. No, no, no— Not today. Not after finally feeling like I could breathe again. My heart starts to hammer painfully, tears already burning behind my eyelids. "Not again," I whisper, even though I can't hear my own voice. "Please, goddess... not again." I swipe quickly at my cheeks, but the tears keep comi