All Chapters of Feral Attraction : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next morning, Monday came too soon.I woke up feeling like my brain hadn’t even fully caught up with me yet. The weekend had been a blur of strange messages, tense moments, and conversations that didn’t quite feel like normal. The thing about Gal was that she had this way of making everything seem a little brighter, even when things felt dark. She was a reminder that, despite the messes I was tangled in, there were moments of peace. But the message last night… It still hovered in the back of my mind, like an unwelcome shadow.When I left the house going to school, I didn’t just wait for Gal at our usual spot. This time, I decided to go the extra mile. I walked straight to the Rivera's gate, my sneakers crunching against the gravel as I paced back and forth, waiting for her to come out. If it was possible for me to be with her all twenty-four hours now, I would gladly do it. I didn't want her to be hurt in any way. A few minutes later, I saw her.She appeared in the doorway, her

The scent of sizzling barbecue hung in the air, thick and smoky, as I sat on the edge of the fire pit, my gaze drifting across the yard. The glow of the garden lights flickered like tiny stars, casting a warm, golden sheen across the neatly trimmed hedges and the scattered picnic tables. I should’ve been paying attention to the conversation around me; my parents were laughing at something Mr. Rivera had said, and Mrs. Rivera was in the middle of telling one of her ridiculous adventure stories but all I could focus on was Gal.She was sitting across from me, a paper plate balanced on her knees, trying to tackle a stubborn piece of grilled chicken with her fork. The way her brow furrowed in concentration was so perfect that I couldn’t help but smile.Our parents kept talking about something I wasn’t really listening to, their low laughter echoing through the garden. My eyes found Gal’s across the table again. She looked up just as I did, and when her smile met mine, it was like the wo

That night, when I finally crawled into bed, my mind was a whirlpool of thoughts. I couldn’t stop replaying the kiss over and over again, every detail etched into my mind like a perfect, unbroken loop. The softness of his lips against mine, the way his hands cupped my face, the way everything around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing but him.The words he’d said afterward…“I love you, Gal Rivera,” echoed in my mind, over and over, like a melody I never wanted to forget. I couldn’t believe it had finally happened. The weight of it hadn’t quite settled yet. It was surreal. We’d been dancing around this moment for so long, and now that it had finally happened, it felt like the most natural thing in the world and yet, so completely new. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my heart still thumping in my chest. How did we get here? How had we crossed the line from being friends; complicated, annoying, teasing friends…to this? To us?Just when I thought my mind might s

Anxiety clawed at me, fast and fierce, twisting my insides into a tight knot immediately we ended the call.I jumped out of bed, my heart racing. I didn’t waste a second. I needed to see Milo. I needed to know he was okay.After throwing on the first clothes I could find, I rushed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to steady my nerves. gargled with mouthwash. I grabbed my jacket, my shoes, and bolted out the door, hardly even stopping to say good morning to my mom, who was sipping her coffee in the kitchen. She barely looked up as I left, but I could hear her voice calling after me in the distance. I didn’t care. My heart was too occupied with Milo, with making sure he was okay.The familiar sight of the Andersons' house didn’t offer any comfort as I approached. Every step felt like an eternity. When I reached the front door, I didn’t knock. I just walked straight in, driven by the urgency I couldn’t explain.Milo’s mom was in the kitchen. She smiled when she saw me bu

The crowd was electric. The setting sun burned low over the football field, painting everything gold and crimson. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the second half began, and now it was pounding so hard it hurt. It was the last qualifying match to determine where our school team was going to participate in the tournament next session. And the match had been very tough.The scoreboard glared with its taunting truth: 0–0. Ninety minutes of sweat, shouts, and near-misses, and neither side had scored. Now it was penalties, and the entire school was holding its breath. The visiting team was fierce; their goalkeeper had already blocked two shots that should’ve gone in. My nails dug into my palms as I watched Milo step forward, ball in hand, his expression unreadable beneath the weight of a thousand eyes.Sai gripped my arm. “Milo is the one taking the last one,” she whispered.“I know,” I breathed, barely able to stand still. My stomach twisted painfully. “If he misses…”“He won’t,” Sai