All Chapters of Feral Attraction : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My phone fell off my hands involuntarily as I saw the sight before me. Locked between each other's arms were my own boyfriend, Evan and the person I called my best friend, Sai."Gal..." Sia stammered, unsure of what to say.They probably didn't know they were going to get caught because my mum had initially refused to let me attend the party until my granny interfered.“Evan, you son of a bitch!”I stormed up and slapped him hard. “What are you doing with my friend?”His arms were wrapped around the last person I expected him to cheat on me with; Sia, my best friend.Their lips were locked in a kiss. Her hands were in his hair. His fingers dug into her waist like no other person existed.“Oh my God, Gal,” Evan jumped like he’d touched an electric fence. Sai turned around, her face draining of color so fast it was almost funny.“Gal…” she started, her voice all breath and guilt.“No,” I snapped back at her. “You don’t get to say my name like that. Not after what I just saw.”“It’s not

“You’re seriously doing it, Evan?”I heard one of our classmates, Ryan, ask Evan.“Yeah,” came Evan’s voice, rough and bitter. “He broke my goddamn face, Ryan.”My breath caught.I was cutting through the back stairwell, trying to avoid other students when I heard them talking. Two boys. Familiar ones.I paused near the landing, careful not to make a sound.“I told you,” Evan continued, “he hit me outside after I ran into him again later at the party. Imagine, he said I’d ‘humiliated Gal enough.’ He just... swung. Out of nowhere and pounced on me.”“I understand,” Ryan encouraged him. “That boy needs to be taught a lesson. He's just too forward, I hate him too.”My stomach twisted.Milo.Milo had punched Evan…for me; me his arch enemy, it was unbelievable. But then with the way he treated me overnight, I doubt if we are still enemies. That means he went back to the party after he took me back to their house. I thought to myself.“And now he thinks he’s a hero or something,” Evan spat

I rolled out of bed and walked to the window, the hardwood floor cool under my bare feet. Gal’s house stood just across the yard. It had been over two hours since I shifted in front of her…right in this room. My heart felt like it had been thudding nonstop ever since that moment.“What was she thinking now? Did I scare her? Did I make a terrible mistake?”Different questions ran through my mind.”“Shit…Milo,” I muttered to myself. “I hope you haven't done something you are going to regret.” I told myself loudly, my hands trembled slightly. Not from fear, but from uncertainty. I had never shown anyone outside my family my other part. And now….I rested my forehead against the glass and exhaled, fogging it up. Part of me felt like I’d dropped a weight I’d been dragging for years. No more pretending around her. No more dodging questions or acting like I wasn’t hiding something. I should feel relieved, right?What if she never wanted to speak to me again? What if she told someone in schoo

Sunday night crept in like fog; slow and suffocating. Gal had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, her pillow flipped more times than she could count. No matter how many positions she tried, her thoughts kept circling back to one person. Milo.They had barely spoken all weekend. Not after the awkward walk to school after the picture episode. Not after she ignored him throughout the rest of the week. Not after football practice, when she'd deliberately left early just to avoid his shadow at her side on the way back home. Every part of her screamed to keep her distance, to preserve the boundary she'd tried to build since…well, forever. But now, with him in their guest room a few meters away she was just out of sorts. Milo had always moved into their house whenever both his parents went away on work trips. The stillness of the house pressing down on her, all she could think about was the way he'd said her name the last time they'd spoken. So quiet. Almost…revently.She s