《The Lycans Nextdoor》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Maxine“Good morning,” my mom said, wrapped in her maroon robe, sipping coffee from her matching mug.“Good morning, Doctor Holmes,” I said, spreading flavored cream on my toast.“Are you okay? You never told me how your day went at Maple Kingdom on Saturday,” she said.“Uhhhh, it wasn’t as fun as I expected. I just have a lot of stuff on my mind,” I said.“Really? What is it? Tell me about it.”“Nothing, just college anxiety. My school is planning a New York trip where students can visit the Ivy League schools nearby. The principal is trying to get more students to apply,” I lied, because I couldn't exactly say I was depressed about ruining our neighbors' lives.“New York? That’s a different country. Isn’t that going to be fucking expensive? Why not visit universities here anyway?” my mom whined.“Because they already did that last year—junior year,” I said. “Also, it’s a sponsored trip. I think the only thing we have to pay for is tickets.”“Hmmn, that sounds very cheap,” my mom sai

Johnny “Johnny, get out of that class and meet me in the music room right now,” Mike said into the mind link.Ugh. What now? I’ve been through so much in the past few weeks. Knowing my fated mate ruined my life and I lost every sense of myself—I just got my wolf back. My life is supposed to be getting good.“Excuse me, Professor,” I said before leaving the class.She didn’t say anything or give me permission to leave, or even ask why I was going. For some reason, every time I’m in her class, or just say ‘hi’ in the hallway, she’s somehow always dumbfounded. She literally can’t speak to me.I walked out of the class anyway to meet Mike in the music room.“Do you know why Professor Layla can’t talk to me? Every time I try, she just stares at me, dumbfounded, and her cheeks flush.”“She wants to fuck you,” Dustin, who was sitting next to a horrified Mike, said.Mike looked at him questionably.“No, she just has a crush on you. Now, we have a bigger fish to fry,” Mike said, shoving his h

Maxine I poured one more glass and called it a day. I didn’t want to overdo it, get drunk, and march over to Bran’s house to ask him why he yelled at me before I kissed him.Why do I even want to kiss him?I ended the bond for a reason. Why do I still have these strong feelings?I changed out of my uniform and got it cleaned before choosing to use the hot tub my mom fixed, since it was a pretty cold fall evening. I took my iPad with me so I could read a book—just something about school.I hadn’t relaxed into the tub for long before the doorbell rang. That was weird, no one should be here to see me, and my mom certainly wouldn’t ring the doorbell.I stepped out of the tub and wrapped my robe around myself before heading to the front door. I had to peep to check who it was first, but all I saw was a giant teddy bear and red hair I’d recognize anywhere.I opened the door.“Poppy, what are you doing here so late?” I asked.I was a lot less angry than I had been earlier today at school.“

Maxine“Hey, Mom.”“Hey,” my mom kissed me on the cheek.“I paid for your New York trip today, the principal told me you will be going next week,” she said.“Oh, yeah. Thank you, Mom,” I said.Aunt Marge’s horn blasted from outside, and I immediately grabbed my bag.“Have a nice day at school,” my mom said.“Thank you, Mom. Have a great day at work,” I waved, hurrying outside.I plopped into the car, and then we drove to school. I had planned a list of cunning questions to ask Aunt Margery so I could determine if she or her husband were canines too, but suddenly, I wasn't interested anymore.I couldn’t stop thinking about Johnny and our kiss from last night. It felt so good, I had never kissed someone for that long or that deeply before, and the way his hands grabbed my waist was so hot. I couldn't wait to do it again.Aunt Marge dropped me off at school and drove off.“Hey,” I met up with Poppy.“Hi! So, how was it last night?” she asked.“Uhm, it went well... I don’t know. Bran stil

Michael “Please, stop. Not on the bus, please,” she begged, grabbing my hand. Her pretty, glossy blue eyes pleaded as she looked up at me.“Hmph. Do you get it now?” I asked.“No, I can handle it. Just not on a bus where I can’t control what comes out of my mouth,” she said. Her glossy lips were an invitation to take her right then and there.I leaned back in my chair. What is wrong with me? Her rejection had been fuel to my soul, and after that moment, everything had just gone south. I couldn't stop fixating on her, I was feeling deeply hurt despite the fact that I hadn't really cared for her before the rejection. I even spent time drawing her just to get her off my mind, but I’d just assumed that was the aftermath of the rejection. Then the bond just came back, and it was like everything in my head just worked in her favor now—like how I had never noticed her smooth porcelain skin and her eyes like the ocean, dark and bright at the same time. When she looks at me, I just want to ki