Alle Kapitel von Crimson Code: My Second Chance Mate is an Avatar: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Moments later,Aetherion Academy,I felt a sharp, icy satisfaction as Silas stood there, looking like a man who’d just been told his entire world was a hallucination. He was paralyzed, his wrist still red from Adrian’s grip, his Alpha-aura fraying at the edges. But before he could recover his voice, the silence of the courtyard was shattered."No way," a voice breathed from the direction of the student lounge.A group of three students - Aetherion’s resident "Idols" - stopped dead in their tracks. At the center was Leo, a golden-haired Lion-shifter and an eSports celebrity. He wasn't looking at Kael. He wasn't looking at the funeral banners.His eyes were glued to the back of my tactical jacket. To the sleek, minimalist logo emblazoned across my shoulders: a silver skull wearing a headset, surrounded by violet digital thorns.The crest of Team Requiem."The MVP," whispered Chloe, a Harpy influencer whose livestream drone was already hovering above her shoulder, broadcasting to half a m

Moments later,RyxThe lecture hall was still buzzing behind us, a hive of whispers and shattered egos, but I didn’t stick around to savor the wreckage. I walked down the marble corridor of the Law wing, my boots clicking a steady, rhythmic death-march. Adrian was a silent, looming presence at my shoulder, his aura so dense it felt like he was bending the light around us."The Alpha’s drones are still active, Ryx," Adrian murmured, his voice a low-frequency hum. "He is recording your gait. Comparing your stride to the archived footage of the Princess.""Let him," I snapped, my eyes fixed forward. "The more he looks, the more he’ll realize the girl he knew is gone. You can't compare a butterfly to a bullet."Suddenly, the air shifted.A group of Silver Shadow enforcers—Silas’s personal lapdogs—were leaning against the lockers up ahead. At the center was Jax, a broad-shouldered wolf who used to think it was funny to "accidentally" knock my books into the mud. He saw me approaching and a

Moments later,The Obsidian Circle,The Combat Wing,Author The air in the Combat Wing smelled of sweat, ionized mana, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Overhead, the massive Aether Blue protection shield hummed, a shimmering azure dome that filtered the sun’s lethal UV rays into a soft, twilight glow. It allowed the vampires and shadow-dwellers to move freely, turning the training grounds into a surreal, perpetual dusk.As they walked, Austin - moving with the effortless fluidity of a MoonShadow Elf - glanced back at the massive juggernaut following him. Adrian wasn't just walking; he was processing. His head tilted at precise angles as he passed groups of students. He was eavesdropping on the mundane chatter of the campus, his internal processors working at overclocked speeds to strip the "mainframe" stiffness from his vocabulary."Yo, you catching the game later?" a werewolf student shouted to a friend."Bet. Meet you at the lounge," the other replied.Adrian’s throat made a

Lunch The Grand Refectory Ryx The Refectory was a cathedral of ivory stone and stained glass, but the far eastern wing belonged to a different world. This was Lumira’s Table. It was a geopolitical fortress. No one sat here without a crown, a bloodline, or a body count. I walked toward it, my boots clicking rhythmically against the obsidian floor. Beside me, Adrian moved with a new, terrifying grace - a byproduct of his morning in the pits with Austin. The air around us felt heavy, charged with the ozone of my recent success in the Tech-Lab and the suppressed violence radiating from my "Mascot." Lumira sat at the head, her silver hair shimmering like a blade. Around her sat the "Sovereigns," a collection of power that made the rest of the Academy look like a playground. There was Thalassa, the Mermaid Princess, whose pearlescent skin shimmered under the Aether-shield... Dahlia, the Earth Witch noble, solid as a mountain... Elara, the Phoenix Princess, radiating a dry, scorching he

Moments later, The Grand Library, Forbidden Stacks, Ryx The library was a labyrinth of floating parchment and silent, dust-moted air. It was the only place on campus where the "Alpha-energy" of the packs usually hit a wall of scholarly silence. I retreated to the deepest corner of the Jurisprudence Section, burying my face in a holographic tome on Inter-Clan Sovereignty. My heart was still doing a frantic drum-roll against my ribs. I could still feel the phantom heat of Adrian’s hand on my neck, the way his crimson eyes had looked through my mask and straight into my data-stream. 'He’s a Phantasm, Ryx. He’s code. He’s an avatar,' I told myself, my fingers trembling as I swiped through a page on border disputes. 'He’s not a Cold CEO with a possessive streak. He’s just... optimizing.' "You're hiding." The voice was a low, jagged growl that shredded my concentration. I didn't have to look up to know the scent. Pine needles, expensive leather, and the heavy, oppressive musk of a