Alle Kapitel von PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

TANYA'S POVHe found me on a Wednesday.Nothing dramatic. Kenneth didn't jump out of nowhere or set up some big meeting. He just fell into step beside me on the path between the main building and the library, like he'd been waiting for a normal moment and finally got one.I knew he was there before I even looked. The smell hit me first. That familiar mix of beta, old hockey gear, and the same cologne he'd worn forever because someone once said it suited him. It wasn't comforting. Just... known. Like something from a life that used to be mine.I kept walking."Tanya," he said."Kenneth," I answered.He matched my pace. He looked taller than I remembered, or maybe it was the way he carried himself now. Like he'd been holding something heavy for months and had finally set it down. The Pack Investigations thing wrapped up three weeks ago. Cooperative statement, formal reprimand, some community service in the pack territory. No criminal charges because they decided the rogue stuff was more

TANYA'S POVThe hospital waiting room felt exactly like every other one I'd ever been in. Beige walls that tried too hard to be nothing. Those weird gray-blue chairs that were supposed to calm you down but never really did. A TV up in the corner with the sound off, captions lagging behind the pictures like they always do. The whole place just sat there, neutral and quiet, waiting for bad news or good.Max and I had been there since seven. Mom went in at 6:45. They were ready earlier than we expected, and that threw me off more than it should have. We'd walked her down to the pre-op area. She was calmer than both of us put together. Not faking it. Just... ready. Like this thing she'd been waiting for had finally shown up, and that was enough.Before they took her through the doors, she looked at Max first. Really looked at him, like she was trying to memorize his face in case she didn't come back. Then she turned to me."Don't sit by the windows," she said. "The light gets bad in the a

GIDEON'S POVThe drive back from the hospital felt heavy in a quiet way. Not bad heavy. Just the kind that settles in after you've spent a whole day being there for something big. Max took his truck with Tanya up front. I followed in my car. Same roads we'd driven so many times now. The evening light made everything look softer, like the woods were winding down for the night.When we pulled up to the cabin, the lights were already on. Her mom must've left them like that before heading in for the assessment on Wednesday. It gave the place this warm glow, like it had been waiting for us.Inside, the kitchen still had that faint smell of jollof rice from a couple of days back. She'd made a big batch right before everything. Like she needed to do one normal thing. The container was in the fridge, labeled neatly in her handwriting with the date and how to heat it up.Max opened the fridge and spotted it. "She made rice before she went in.""Of course she did," Tanya said, half smiling.He

GIDEON'S POVJune hit like it always does after a long winter. One day you're still shaking off the cold, and the next the campus just wakes up. Plane trees thick with leaves, grass that deep green that only comes when everything's finally committed to summer. Even at eight o'clock, the sky still held onto its blue, like it wasn't ready to let the day go.Final exams had wrapped up three weeks earlier. Most students cleared out fast, leaving the place quieter than it had been all year. The ones who stuck around were either buried in summer research or just didn't have anywhere else pulling them. I was staying for my own reasons.Tanya's grad research appointment came through in May. She'd put the application in back in March, with strong letters from Halloran and Elias, all built on what they'd already found. When the committee said yes in April, it locked in the summer as the start of prep for the third study.She told me right there in the library, second floor, at our usual table.

TANYA'S POVThe meeting with the pack’s administrative data coordinator was set for ten o’clock on Tuesday morning. Gideon had set it up the day before like it was nothing. One quick conversation on his end, and suddenly everything moved faster than the normal slow grind of requests and waiting lists. I appreciated it more than I could say. Rhea, the coordinator, emailed back within the hour with a short list of possible datasets that might fit what I needed. I read through it on my phone during dinner the night before while Gideon explained some of his governance ideas. By morning, I had two pages of questions scribbled out and the framework printed with notes crammed in every margin.The admin offices were in the north building, a part of campus I’d only been to a couple of times before for scholarship stuff. Those visits always felt stiff and official. This time it was different. The place had a lived-in feel, desks covered in papers, coffee mugs, that kind of organized chaos that