My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Dylen’s POV I had barely stepped into the school, my senses still adjusting to the chaotic energy of this human world, when I saw her. My Evelyn—no, Avelynne. She was doing some back flips and then… she tripped.The moment I caught her, all the noise around me vanished. Every set of eyes in the field, every whisper, every gasp but it didn’t matter. Here she was, in my arms, her heart was beating fast against my chest, and the scent of her… intoxicating.I could feel the heat rising inside me, Kaelith was stirring within me,whispering, reminding me why I could never let her go. Despite the fact that half of him is gone,he still longs for her.“She’s mine,” Kaelith murmured, a low growl of satisfaction and warning.I ignored him for now, focusing on the sheer thrill that surged through me. To be greeted by her, to feel her pulse beneath my palm… it was a blessing. A privilege I hadn’t earned but would claim regardless.Her eyes looked up at mine, wide and startled. Despite all the dang

Dylen’s POVThe night was supposed to be quiet, calm, a moment to plan, regroup, and strategize. Yet here I was, standing in the middle of my study with shards of glass scattered across the floor, and Kaela and Rhydian inching backward like I might suddenly turn into a storm.“I can’t… I cannot believe this!” I bellowed, fists clenched on the edge of the table. My voice echoed through the room as I glared at the shattered remnants of my crystal goblet.Kaela raised a brow. “My Lord… calm yourself—”“Calm myself?” I roared, pacing a jagged circle around the room. “Did you see what he did? That Josh—that human—he dared—he dared—to lift her chin like that!”Rhydian’s lips twitched into a smirk. “She’s probably enjoying it, My Lord.”Both Kaela and I whirled around to glare at him, eyes narrowing dangerously. Rhydian’s smirk faltered under the intensity of our stares, but it didn’t stop me from screaming, half in exasperation, half in disbelief.“And then!” I continued, my hands now runni

Elder Grayfang’s breath hitched. For a moment, he reminded me of a wolf that had forgotten how to snarl—eyes darting, throat working, waiting for someone to tell him it was all just a nightmare. I tilted my head, studying him. Pathetic. The goddess noticed his trembling and instantly snapped her glare back to me.“Lord Dylen,” she seethed, her tone layered with divine authority, “you will not threaten my Elder in my presence.”I chuckled. Not a nervous laugh… a sincere one. As if she had just delivered the most comedic line in Lunar history.I turned, walking away from her, utterly calm. “Your presence,” I said lightly, “irritates me enough already. Don’t make it worse by telling me what I may or may not do.” I waved a lazy hand through the air. “You pollute the space without speaking. Speaking only makes it unbearable.”Her magic pulsed, the soldiers straightened, ready to act—but I never felt danger. Just annoyance. The goddess took two bold steps toward me, her gown fluttering like

EVELYN’S POVDays slipped by like pages in a book I didn’t realize I was reading,especially when he was around.I couldn’t explain it… but I felt like the human world had two suns, one in the sky… and one that walked around wearing a button-up shirt and pair of glasses like sin disguised as professionalism.He didn’t change much,but something around me did. Sometimes, when he passed by, his gaze would… linger? Like he’d taken note of my existence. And the craziest thing?I could not stop staring at him.I tried,really, I did! But my eyes had desires of their own. My brain would shout LOOK AWAY but my eyes would whisper, just one more second…The worst part? He always caught me.EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.Like he was built with a “Evelyn-is-staring” alert system. He’d turn,slowly… and catch me RIGHT before I turned away. I tried acting natural, but Sylvara said my “acting normal” face looked like someone solving math.One time in the hallway,he was standing by the staircase, talking to ano

~Two weeks later~The days passed faster than I expected, maybe it's because every morning I woke up with that stupid flutter in my stomach, the one I kept pretending was indigestion instead of… him. But today wasn’t about him. Today was competition day. Our school versus Iron Heights Academy,the school everyone whispered about like they were volleyball royalty. Tall guys, strong guys. Guys who probably ate protein shakes for breakfast and lifted cars for fun.Meanwhile, I was just trying not to sweat through my jersey before the game even started.The school grounds were already buzzing the moment I stepped out of the hallway. Parents, students, banners, whistles, that annoying announcer who loved hearing his own voice and it all blended into one loud, chaotic mess as everyone made their way toward the stadium.I hugged my bag to my chest and wove myself into the crowd, trying to squeeze through tiny gaps without elbowing anyone. If I got injured before the match even started, Maris