บททั้งหมดของ My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

NOELLE “Before I say anything," Jake starts, "I apologize. On behalf of my alpha. He should've believed you the second you opened your mouth. He's not himself right now, and that's on us—on me—for not seeing it sooner."I blink, trying to stay calm. We’re on the stairs, our voices low.Jake drags a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. "I've suspected Sabrina for months. There are too many things that don't make sense.”He glances towards the upper landing, then back at me."She's not a werewolf. I suspect that much. I think she's also keeping Azren dependent, making sure he stays foggy. She wants what you have now."My pulse roars in my ears. "You're saying she's... jealous?""I'm saying she's obsessed," he corrects. "And dangerous. She's already tried to kill you once. She'll do it again if we don't stop her first."I wrap my arms around myself. "Why tell me now?""Because you're the only one she can't control." Jake's eyes lock on mine. "You're still fighting, even after the

NOELLE "Azren, wait, we're going to be late. Can you not confront him now?" I croak, my voice shaky. The mere thought of seeing Haden again has me trembling in pure terror. I can barely breathe. The memory of those cruel pitch-black eyes clouds my mind, making it difficult to think. It feels like I'm on the verge of a panic attack. "Angel?" My husband says, cupping my face. There's a slight crease between his brows now. "What's wrong?" I bite my lower lip. "Let's just go without causing a scene. I...I can't stand Haden. He makes me sick." I'm rambling now, desperate to make him see reasons why he shouldn't act rashly. But he's in a manic state, I worry that all of my efforts are useless. Gently, he leans in to plant a kiss on my forehead. Then he holds me close, letting me rest my head on his chest. "Floor it, Jake," Azren says, and relief hits me hard. Thank goodness. The car speeds up, the tires biting asphalt as Jake obeys without a word. Azren's arms stay locked aro

NOELLE Azren leans in and rests his head on my shoulder, his dark hair tickling the side of my neck. He's not asleep yet, but he's close. I can tell. I lift my hand without thinking and thread my fingers through his hair, stroking gently behind his ear. He lets out a low, contented sound that vibrates against my collarbone. Kaziel watches us from across the desk, his expression gentle. "The new order," he says, his voice low enough not to disturb the fragile peace settling over Azren, "isn't just hunters or dark packs. They're linked to the Underworld. They believe that Azren is the key to accessing the kind of power most of us have only ever read about in forbidden grimoires. Powers that could let them tear the veil wide open and weaponize what comes through." Azren's fingers flex against my thigh. He shrugs without lifting his head. "Let them try." His voice is thick and laced with amusement. As if the idea of being hunted is just another mildly entertaining inconvenienc

AZREN The shower scalds my skin, the steam thick enough to choke on, but it doesn't touch the cold that's settled in my bones since dinner. I brace both hands on the black marble wall, my head bowed, letting the water hammer the back of my neck. If it could pound the confusion out of me, I'd be so glad. It doesn't. All I see is her face. Noelle. Those huge amber eyes staring up at me in the hallway, wide and wet and so fucking hopeful. I groan and press my forehead harder against the tile. I can still feel her soft lips brushing my skin like a fucking dare. My cock is so hard it actually hurts. I could wrap my hand around it right now and be done with it, but that would be too easy. And it wouldn't touch the real ache. The one in my head. I let out a bitter laugh. Holy shit, I'm finally losing it. I can still see her small hand sliding into Jake's. Jealousy strikes me like a blazing hot whip to the back. I growl against the tile, my fangs itching. Mine. The word echo

NOELLE The syllabus slides onto the projector with a soft click, white text against a blue background. I squint up at it, my pen already poised over my notebook.Final Assessment – 40%Executive Operations Field StudyMy stomach tightens.Dr. Kang adjusts her glasses and smiles as if she's about to announce something fun. She always does that. I honestly think she enjoys watching her students panic."This semester and the next," she says, "you'll be conducting a real-world executive analysis. It won't be theoretical or hypothetical. I want exposure. I want proximity."A few students murmur excitedly. Someone behind me whispers, "Oh hell yes."I don't speak. I just listen."You'll be assigned a senior executive—preferably a CEO or managing director—of an active corporation. Your task is to observe, interview, and document how leadership operates under pressure. You'll take note of decision-making, authority, crisis management, and power dynamics."My fingers curl tighter around