Bambi in the Pack의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 18

The ride was quiet except for the low hum of the tires against the road. Elara scrolled frantically through Damian Diuskbane's followers until a familiar name made her hand stop mid-motion. Luke.His profile looked so... juvenile that she felt offended.The latest post from some hours ago—cigar smoke slightly blurring his Spiderman mask. Her eyes zeroed in on the ring. A wolf head crafted in silver, she had seen on his hands yesterday.She stared at the timestamp, waiting for the screen to glitch, for something to make sense. But there he was: Luke, alive, smirking at the camera as if death had never found him.Her stomach tightened. She had seen his body. The blood, the stillness, that murderer—it wasn’t something she could've imagined so vividly.“So...?” Sally asked, glancing at her from the wheel. "You are okay with Lily going to the Harkon Pack?"Elara snapped her head to her, "Why wouldn't I be? Lily would never get an opportunity like this again."Luna Selene's brother was the A

Elara didn’t see him for a week.The first few days, she barely left the suite. She paced, binge-watched everything she could find, vented into pillows, then painstakingly put them back before the housekeeper came. She cried until her eyes were raw, laughed until her stomach ached at stupid videos from her childhood. She stayed in like she was in house arrest.By the third day, guilt over missed university lectures won over her fear. She stepped out, expecting him to be waiting in some corner, ready to jump her—but he wasn’t.Not once. Not a shadow, not a glance. His warning had made it seem he was going to keep her locked up forever.The thought shocked her. Even if he had tried to lock her up, why was she staying there obediently when she had the key?On the fourth day, feeling a little daring, she left after ten, lighter in step but cautious. That’s when the receptionist called her."Ms. Vey." She asked carefully, "Your roommate is asking why you are not back yet."Elara came back

Kaelen’s laugh faded into the quiet like it wasn’t supposed to exist.While he smiled, Elara stayed frozen for a second too long, chopsticks hovering midair, chest tight. It wasn’t the sound itself—it was what it did to the space between them. Made it smaller. Made it warmer. Made her painfully aware that his mouth was… close.Too close.She noticed it all at once: the way his knee was angled toward hers, the way his arm rested along the back of the sofa like it had always belonged there, the way she could feel his breath when he exhaled slowly through his nose.Her own breath hitched.Nope. Absolutely not.She scooted her hips an inch away. Then another. Subtle. Controlled. Like she wasn’t internally screaming.Without a word, she leaned forward and carefully slid the noodle bowl back toward him. No dramatics this time. No tug-of-war. Just a quiet, deliberate pass, as if acknowledging something fragile between them and choosing not to poke it.He looked at the bowl. Then at her.Some

Amid the leftover confusion and Elara’s lingering internal panic, they somehow ended up seated together at a café just off campus.How this happened, Elara couldn’t have said.One minute she was mentally replaying the coffee incident for the fiftieth time, the next she was sliding into a chair with Sally beside her, a polished table in front of them, and far too many important people within arm’s reach.Sally sat across from her, eyes dancing with mischief as she shot Elara a look.Elara ignored it with the dedication of someone who would rather chew glass.Luna Nora was already skimming through a stack of documents, flipping pages. She looked utterly unbothered, like chaos was simply background noise she’d learned to tune out.Andrea, on the other hand, had already flagged down a waiter.“Four coffees” she said without hesitation. “And whatever pastries you recommend. Two plates.”The waiter blinked. “Uh... what kind—”“Surprise us.”He nodded weakly but went away anyway.Elara and S