No Longer A Substitute のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

“Jenna, I need you to take the kids back to the hotel now!” I said as I placed Andrew's hand in hers. “What, ma'am?” Jenna exclaimed. “No mom!” Andrew protested as well. Andrea rushed towards us. “Mom you can't do that!” She fidgeted with her hands, “were truly sorry mom. Please don't send us home, we'll behave this time, I promise!”“It doesn't matter now,” I turned back to Jenna, “now please it's urgent!” I tried to keep my voice low but I was panicking. I'm not sure if it's Devon still following me but I don't want to risk it. I grabbed Andrea by the hand and gave her to Jenna as well, “hurry Jenna!” I pushed them forward. Jenna was still dragging her feet in the floor, “but ma'am you said–” “I know what I said!” I yelled, cutting her off. I instantly felt bad. I had made Jenna accompany me on this trip with the deal that I'll pay for the flight and that she'll be able to attend such a high end event and socialise.“I'm sorry, Jenna,” my voice softer now, “I promise to make i

Killian barged into his room.He was panicking as he replayed how Kenzie had screamed when he impulsively bit her.What was he going to do now? he wondered.She was going to think he was weird.Or even report him.No… she was drunk.She might not even remember what happened, he reasoned to himself.And besides, it was not like she could see the mating mark.Unlike werewolves, humans could not see it.A mating mark was a mark werewolves gave after biting their mate, transferring their mating mark to them. It was a sign that they had joined together as one.This was usually done during a ceremony, and humans knew it as a wedding.But for werewolves, the mating ceremony could be done anytime.Still, like humans, it was usually done during a ceremony.But what he had done… was not planned.What was he going to do?His door suddenly opened and his mother walked in uninvited again.“Killian!” she yelled.“How could you do this? She waited for you all night. Do you know how many girls are dy

Kenzie dunk the entire glass of alcohol down her throat immediately the glass was set in front of her. "More!" She shouted and slammed the glass on the table in front of her, fortunately, the glass didn't break but it earned her a lot of stares from still sobbing people trying to enjoy their evening. A young man, in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up which exposed his muscles and had a lot of women at the bar swooning over him, he walked over to Kenzie behind the counter with a bottle of whiskey. "I mean, I know they didn't want to give me a chance in the first place but…" Kenzie trailed off with a slur in her words. The bartender pours her drink and then closes the bottle back. "But what?" The bartender asked, encouraging her to speak further, Kenzie blinked continuously as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "But what they did was too much! Why are they putting on a show like that? It's an interview to be a bodyguard!" She continued, her voice was very loud and the low m

Stella POV I stared at Devon for a long moment. Not in shock. Not even in anger. But in pure disbelief at the sheer audacity of the man sitting across from me. The bright office lights illuminated every sharp line of his face. His tailored suit was as immaculate as ever, the dark fabric fitting perfectly across his broad shoulders. His hair was styled neatly, not a strand out of place, as if he had stepped out of a magazine. His words he had just spoken echoed loudly in the room. We are still legally married. The arrogance of that statement was impressive. For a brief moment, the urge to laugh threatened to rise in my chest. Instead, I inhaled slowly. Then I stood. The chair scraped lightly against the polished floor as I rose from the desk. I moved away from him deliberately, walking toward the tall shelf along the wall that held neatly arranged binders and research files. I refused to sit there and let his words stir the anger building inside me. If I stayed busy, I would

STELLA POVMy fingers hovered over the phone for a moment before I finally set it down, the twins’ laughter from the other room echoing faintly in my ears.A soft knock at the door made me glance up.“Dr. Miller?”I turned to see a familiar face—my father. His hair was streaked with gray now, and the lines on his face were deeper than I remembered. There was a quiet authority about him, though, the kind that demanded respect without saying a word.“Come in,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.He stepped inside, his gaze scanning the lab, taking in the papers, the equipment, the organized chaos of my work. His eyes softened as they landed on me.“You look… focused,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.“Make it quick,” I told him, gesturing toward a small seating area by the window. “I have a lot to do.”He nodded, a hint of guilt in his eyes.We walked to the café nearby, a small, quiet place tucked into a side street. The smell of fresh coffee and baked pas