Semua Bab A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61Aurora's povI turned.Not slowly. Instinctively.Something was wrong, My heart beat raced.Then pain exploded.My hair was yanked hard, viciously, my scalp screaming as my head snapped backward. I didn’t even have time to scream before my body was slammed sideways.Metal met bone in the lockers“Fuck!”My elbow crashed into the lockers with a sickening crack, fire shooting up my arm. The impact knocked the air clean out of my lungs. I gasped, choking, vision blurring as my shoulder scraped metal and I slid half-down the lockers.“Ah—!”My cry echoed down the empty corridor.My heart went wild, pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I clawed blindly at the hand in my hair, nails scraping skin, panic flooding every inch of me.“Please—please—!” My voice shook. “What the fuck—who are you?! What did I do to you?!”The grip tightened hard, My breath punched out of me as fingers fisted deeper into my hair, yanking my head back until my neck burned. I reacted on instinct—m

Chapter 63Jefferey pov.The bell rang, and I slung my bag over my shoulder, already thinking about the field.“Skipping practice today, man,” Giddy said, patting my shoulder as he peeled away into the crowd.I nodded absently and stepped out of the classroom. The hallway was chaotic as always. voices overlapping, bodies brushing past each other, laughter echoing off lockers. Then, a junior darted up to me, phone already raised.“Can I get a picture?” she asked, winking far too boldly for her size.I sighed inwardly but smiled anyway, leaning in just enough for the shot. I turned most of them down, but I didn’t have the heart to crush her excitement. She scurried off, squealing like she’d just won something.And then I saw Aurora from afar.She stood a little distance away with her eyes scanning the hallway like she’d misplaced something important, Like her mind was somewhere else entirely.A warmth crept into my chest before I could stop it.I hadn’t realized how long it had been s

Chapter 65Layla's povMy mom waved me goodbye near the exit, already talking about errands, meetings, adult things. I barely listened. I hugged her quickly, promised to call, then stepped outside alone.Arriving at Ravenwoods, Jet lag—or maybe air sickness—sat heavy in my bones the moment my feet hit the airport floor. My head throbbed, stomach rolling slightly, but none of that mattered. I was home.And all I could think about was Aurora.I dragged my suitcase along, weaving through bodies, my lips already curling into a smile. I couldn’t wait to see her face, hear her voice, complain about job meetings my mom forced me into, gossip about nothing and everything. My best girl, My constant.I couldn't wait to show her all I got for us and give her the hottest gist of my life right now.I pulled out my phone as I walked, thumb already hovering over her name.It rang severally but no answer.I frowned but kept walking, probably network. The airport signal was always trash.I tried again

Chapter 67Aurora's pov My mom had stepped out on urgent business, but not before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead and smoothing my hair back the way she always did when I was little.“I’ll be right back, honey,” she whispered.The door clicked shut behind her.I was stronger now—strong enough to sit up on my own. I’d dragged myself closer to the window, legs curled beneath the thin hospital sheet. Outside, the world moved like nothing had happened. Cars passed. People laughed. Life went on.Inside me, everything was hollow.Tears burned my eyes before I realized they were there. No one had come.No Layla.No Jaxon.That realization was worse than the pain in my body. Worse than the bruises blooming beneath the bandages. I pressed my lips together, wiped at my face angrily, refusing to let myself break completely.Then—The door slid open.My heart leapt painfully, hope surging before I could stop it. My pulse raced, my breath catching as I turned, already bracing myself to see th

Chapter 69Aurora's pov I woke to familiar white fabric and beeping sound.Muted voices floated above me, warped and distant, like I was underwater. The soft rustle of coats. Shoes shifting. A low hum that could only belong to doctors.My lashes fluttered open.Before I could fully focus, a voice cut through the haze.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith. Her discharge cannot take place yet.”The words hit wrong.My eyes flew open.“What?” I croaked, my throat raw, my voice barely there.My mom rushed to my side instantly, her hand gripping mine like she was afraid I’d disappear again. I tried to sit up, panic shooting through my chest.“What happened?” I asked, looking from her to the doctor. “You said I was going home.”The doctor met my gaze calmly, too calmly.“I said earlier—your body isn’t ready yet. We need to keep you for observation. Just a few more days.”Something inside me snapped.“No.” I pushed myself upright despite my mom’s hands. “No, you can’t do that. I want to go home.”My voic