Alle Kapitel von Crimson Code: My Second Chance Mate is an Avatar: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Moments later,Ryx’s Room,Ryx While the rest of the Aetherion Academy was tucked away in their gilded beds or prowling the forbidden corners of the catacombs, I was drowning. Not in water, but in paper. Thick enchanted vellum that seemed to grow more aggressive the longer I stared at it.Legal Brief Drafting. It was a fancy title for what was essentially high-stakes, Supernatural Law homework. I had three "Anti-Seizure Motions" to finish before dawn - legal shields designed to stop the Light Mages from freezing a Pack’s assets without a tribunal."Section four, sub-clause B... the jurisdictional reach of the Council does not extend to private spectral vaults," I muttered, my voice raspy. I scribbled a correction, the ink glowing a faint, mocking blue. "Come on. Just one more page."I didn't notice I had an audience until the temperature in the room shifted. It got heavier. That familiar, suffocating presence - the kind that usually signaled a market crash or a bloodbath - was sudd

Moments later,14:00 Cybernetics Lab 7,RyxThe air in the high-capacity lab was thick with the smell of scorched copper and liquid nitrogen. Rows of neural-link pods lined the walls like high-tech coffins, their glass lids shimmering under the harsh blue LED overheads. Usually, when I walked into a room, the air filled with the snickering of "pureblood" Alphas and the dismissive whispers of the Elite. Not today. As the pneumatic doors hissed shut behind me and Adrian, the room went dead silent. Twenty heads turned. There was no mockery. No "scrat" jokes. Instead, I saw eyes widened with a wary, begrudging awe. They’d seen the GREEN marks in Venture Capital. They’d heard about the "Mascot" kick that sent an Alpha flying across the gym. "Ryx." A tall, broad-shouldered wolf from the Iron Fang pack actually stepped aside, clearing a path to my assigned terminal. "Good luck with the Stress Test. The baseline today is… brutal."I gave him a short, professional nod, my fingers already

Moments later,The Grand Refectory, Ryx "A bet?" I asked, setting my fork down. The silver clattered against the porcelain, the sharp sound cutting through the rhythmic chanting of the Requiem fans. "What could an MVP like you possibly offer me that I can’t take for myself?"Jaxen leaned over the mahogany, his shadow stretching across my plate. The neon-orange of his Solar Flare jersey looked like a neon stain against our monochrome table."Confidence," Jaxen said. "I’ve changed my mind about the Tactician spot. If Solar Flare wins on Friday, you don't just join the team, Ryx. You become mine. You’ll be my girlfriend, officially, until I decide otherwise. No more hiding behind that mask or this silent freak."He jabbed a finger toward Adrian’s obsidian chest plate. Adrian didn't flinch, but the air around him hummed with a sudden, lethal static."And as for the Mascot?" Jaxen snorted, his amber eyes mocking. "If we win, your pet stands in the center of the training grounds, under th

Moments later,The Simulation Arena,RyxJaxen’s body jerked as the magic forced him onto his hands and knees. "Say it," I commanded."Ryx..." Jaxen choked out. "Ryx is... the greatest tactician... this school has ever seen.""Louder," I said, my foot inches from his face. "You’ve got a long way to the gate, Gamma. Start moving."Adrian stepped up behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. He looked down at Jaxen with the cold, detached pity of a King looking at an insect."The Queen Tactician has spoken," Adrian rumbled. As Jaxen began his slow, agonizing crawl across the Arena floor, the Requiem fans roared in absolute triumph that shook the very foundations of Aetherion Academy. Soon the Arena was a storm of black and white, but at its center, there was only the sound of Jaxen’s knees hitting the grit. The purple runes on his throat hissed, the Blood-Bound Contract tightening like a wire noose.Jaxen’s eyes darted toward the exit, his muscles tensing for a sprint he could never

Breakfast Hour,The Grand Refectory, RyxThe morning after the execution, the Refectory had returned to its traditional riot of House colors, but the atmosphere had shifted. As I walked through the doors, the usual wall of sneers had been replaced by a heavy, cautious silence. The Ignis red and Aqua blue students pulled their chairs in as I passed. They didn't just see a "scrat" anymore; they saw the girl who had a Gamma MVP on his hands and knees at the academy gates.I was back in my standard red uniform, but I wore it with a new weight. Beside me, Adrian moved with a terrifying, predator-like grace that the school hadn't seen before. He wasn't flickering. He wasn't lagging. He was solid.We reached the central table where Lumira and the inner circle were already gathered. Lumira looked up from her tea, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips."Congratulations, Ryx," Lumira said, her voice carrying across the nearby tables. "The board of governors is still arguing about how