All Chapters of Falling for my Vampire Captain : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Calen’s POVShock ran down my spine like ice water.We’d just had sex. Few hours ago. Karl had been inside me, whispering that I was the one he wanted, that I mattered to him. And the whole time… the whole time he’d been planning to have me killed?I stared at the phone screen, reading the messages over and over, hoping they’d change. Hoping I’d misunderstood somehow.But the words were clear. Brutally, devastatingly clear.‘Make it look random. No connections back to me.’“I don’t understand,” I whispered. “Why would he…”“Because you’re a liability,” Morrison said, his voice gentle but firm. “You know what he is. You’ve seen too much. And with the rumors spreading, with people starting to ask questions… you became a problem that needed to be solved.”Each word landed like a physical blow.“He used you, Calen,” Morrison continued. “Used your attraction to him. Your feelings. He made you believe you mattered to keep you compliant. But the moment you became more trouble than you were w

Karl’s POVI was losing my mind.Watching Calen walk into school beside Morrison, seeing him flinch away from me like I was some kind of monster, hearing him accuse me of trying to kill him… none of it made sense. None of it was real.But he believed it. That was clear from the way he’d looked at me. Like I was dangerous and everything between us had been a lie.Morrison had gotten to him. Somehow, some way, the principal had twisted Calen’s perception of reality until he saw me as a threat instead of… instead of what? What were we to each other? I didn’t even know anymore.I stood in the parking lot long after they’d disappeared into the building, trying to piece together what had happened. Calen had been fine yesterday. We’d had sex by the pool, and yes, things had been complicated because of Sophia, but he hadn’t looked at me with fear. Hadn’t accused me of attempted murder.What had Morrison told him? What evidence could he possibly have fabricated to make Calen believe I wanted h

Calen’s POVI went back to class in a daze.The gossip girls were planning something. Something they called “the fall of their prey.” And that prey was me.I’d wanted to stay and listen to the rest of their conversation, to figure out exactly what they had planned. But I couldn’t miss more class without raising suspicion. I was already on thin ice after the bathroom incident with Karl.Karl.God, what had I done? I’d accused him of trying to kill me. Of sending someone to attack me. I’d looked him in the eyes and told him he was manipulating me, using me, playing with my feelings.And all of it had been based on evidence fabricated by Sophia.Guilt ate at me through the rest of the lecture. I barely heard a word the professor said. Just kept replaying the hurt in Karl’s eyes when I’d walked out on him.But what was I supposed to do now? Go to him and admit I’d been wrong? That I’d believed lies over him?Would he even listen? Would he forgive me?The questions spiraled until the bell

Karl’s POVI needed to hit something.The weight room was empty, which was exactly what I’d needed. I’d been going at the punching bag for forty minutes straight, throwing everything I had into each strike, trying to beat the frustration out of my system.It wasn’t working.Calen’s words kept replaying in my head. The way he’d defended Morrison. The way he’d looked at me like I was the threat in that room when the real danger was sitting three feet away, wearing a perfectly pressed suit and a sympathetic smile.‘He treats me like I matter.’Of all the things Calen had said, that one cut the deepest. Because I knew what it meant. It meant I hadn’t done enough. Hadn’t been clear enough about how much he mattered to me. And Morrison had taken that gap and filled it with poison disguised as kindness.I hit the bag harder, the impact rattling through my knuckles.What was Morrison’s game? That was the question I couldn’t stop circling. He was the regional authority for vampires in this are

Calen’s POVI walked past them.My body had carried me most of the way there, propelled by jealousy and anger and hurt. But as I got closer, anxiety crashed over me like a wave.What was I doing? What was I going to say? March up and demand Karl stop touching Sophia? Make a scene in the parking lot where anyone could see?That would only prove Morrison’s point… that I was unstable, irrational, obsessed with Karl in an unhealthy way.So I kept walking. Brushed past them with my jaw clenched and my good hand shaking with suppressed emotion. Didn’t look at either of them or acknowledge they existed.But I felt Karl’s eyes on me the whole time. Felt the weight of his gaze tracking my movement.I didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. Just kept walking until I reached the edge of campus and called an Uber to take me back to Morrison’s house.The entire ride, I couldn’t stop thinking about Karl. About the way Sophia had fit so perfectly in his arms, how natural they looked together and how easily K