PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

GIDEON'S POV Seraphine Adler walked through the Moonstone admin building like she’d been training for it since she could walk. Which she probably had. She stayed exactly the right distance from the walls, held doors for random students without making it look like a performance, and gave the receptionist this warm smile that felt real enough to throw you off but safe enough not to mean anything. I stayed right beside her and said almost nothing. The whole escort gig had come straight from my mother. Her assistant slid the printed schedule under my suite door at seven this morning. 8:45: Collect Miss Adler from the east guest housing. Take her to the admin for enrollment. Stay available until noon for orientation. No please. No wiggle room. Just the schedule, and the understanding that you didn’t argue with it. I’d showered, pulled on clothes, and driven over there feeling like a guy walking into a deposition he already knew he’d lose. She was ready exactly at 8:45. Opened the

GIDEON'S POVThe suit my mother picked out for the dinner was charcoal gray with a pocket square in the Hemisphere colors, that stupid midnight blue and silver combo. Putting it on felt exactly like getting dressed by a campaign manager, which was basically what had happened. The estate staff had laid it out on my bed while I was in the shower, all pressed and perfect, and I stood there staring at it for a minute before I gave in. There wasn’t any point in showing up in jeans. That wouldn’t be rebellion. It would just be embarrassing.The dinner was at the Moonstone Pack’s main hall, twelve minutes off campus. I’d been in that building more times than I could count. Pack ceremonies, elder meetings, those long formal dinners that showed up on the calendar like clockwork. I knew which chairs creaked when you sat down. I knew the heating vent on the left side of the room always cut out halfway through winter. I knew exactly which council members sipped their drinks slowly and which ones

TANYA'S POVI didn’t sleep after the desk thing.I just lay there staring at the ceiling with my wolf curled up tight behind my ribs like she was waiting for something to explode. Every time Jess breathed on the other side of the room it sounded louder than it should have. Slow. Even. Totally peaceful. Like she’d gone to bed without a single thing on her mind. I kept telling myself that it could mean she was innocent. Or it could mean she was really, really good at pretending. By the time my alarm went off at six, I’d already run through four different excuses for the symbol and thrown every single one of them out.I took the hottest shower I could stand. Stood under it until the whole bathroom was fogged up, and I couldn’t even see my own face in the mirror anymore. It felt like hiding, which was pathetic, but I needed the morning to feel normal. I needed to walk into the dining hall, eat breakfast, go to class, and just be Tanya Kent, scholarship kid, pre-med, the quiet girl in Room

TANYA'S POVThe girl’s name was Petra Solms. Second year, lived in the Beta dorm, the kind of quiet place where she mostly kept to herself. She’d been on the north ridge path around eight forty-five the night before, coming back from the library. Now she was in the infirmary with three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and what the doctors were calling an acute shock response. Which basically just meant she was terrified in a way that wouldn’t leave her body anytime soon.She kept telling everyone she’d seen eyes. Wrong color for a wolf. Wrong shape for anything else.I heard the whole thing before my coffee even got cold.The dining hall felt different that morning. Not louder, exactly, but heavier. Like everyone was talking about the same bad thing, and the air had gone thick with it. I sat between Gina and the empty chair where Jess should’ve been. She wasn’t there yet. I ate my toast even though it tasted like cardboard and listened to the bits of conversation floating around.N

TANYA'S POVMy first thought was to just leave.Not in some big dramatic way, shoving my chair back and storming out. Just a quiet slip away. Say I had a deadline or something and get out clean. My day had already been too much. The weird symbol in my drawer, that conversation with Gideon on the quad, and then forty-five minutes of Advanced Pack History where I barely wrote three actual notes and filled two whole pages with doodles I didn't even want to look at later.I stared at Seraphine sitting across from me at the library table. In under two seconds my brain ran through all the safe options: stand up, be polite, make an excuse, go. No new info, no new mess.But I stayed.I didn't really decide it. It just happened. Maybe my wolf decided. Or the tired part of me that was sick of always running. Or something else I didn't have a name for. Whatever it was, it recognized that Seraphine wasn't here for the fight I'd been expecting. The way she sat so still, the direct way she started