All Chapters of His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rowena's POV. 21. "Rowena, how did this happen?" Adrian's voice broke through the silence. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as he drove fast, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror where Jason lay in the back seat, barely conscious. "I... i... I " My throat felt dry. I looked at Adrian, but my words got stuck. His eyes stayed on mine, waiting. "I was just going for a walk, okay?" I finally said, brushing my hair off my face. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. "Then out of nowhere this wolf came at me. Jason showed up. He tried to stop it. I didn’t know it would happen like that. He just... he got in the way. He got hurt.” Adrian didn’t speak right away. His jaw tightened, and when he finally spoke, his tone was clipped. “That’s awful.” My voice cracked. “He said his parents would know what to do. But he’s not healing. He’s bleeding so much…” Adrian nodded once. “Yeah. He won’t. He’s lucky it wasn’t a bite.” I stared at him. “What do you mean lucky?” “If it were a bi

Rowena's POV. 23. "Row... I think you should head inside now," Adrian said quickly, shifting his weight awkwardly. His eyes kept darting around like he was scared someone might pop out any second. "Before anyone sees you like this... they'll think something else." I didn’t argue. My mind wasn’t even there anymore — it was stuck on the diary burning against my back. "Okay, bye," I mumbled and turned, hurrying toward the dorm. I remembered I had told Cindy to leave the door open, and thank God, she had. I slipped inside quietly, careful not to make a sound. She was fast asleep. Good. I rushed into the bathroom, peeled off my dirty clothes, and changed into a small top and panties as fast as I could. I didn’t want her asking questions. I climbed into bed, clutching the diary under the covers. Just when I thought I was safe, I heard Cindy’s sleepy voice behind me. "Row... are you just coming in?" she mumbled, yawning into her hand. She sat up slowly, squinting at me. I f

Rowena's POV. 25. "I.... I.. have no business with it, ma’am...," I snapped, refusing to look her in the eye. My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. Emelia’s presence was already a weight on my chest. Adrian turned to me immediately. His eyes narrowed like he could smell the lie on me. Of course he knew. But I couldn’t tell the truth yet. Not until I found out why the hell my mother’s diary was in Jason’s house. Not yet. Jason needed to get better first. Emelia stormed off, her heels clicking hard on the floor. Her frustration echoed louder than the pain in my ribs. "Why did you lie?" Adrian asked, kneeling down beside me, his hand gently rubbing my legs. “You’re sick… and once Jason gets better, I don’t want to talk to you again. I want you far away from me,” I said, clenching my teeth so tight my jaw ached. “Rowena, that’s not fair… I didn’t even do anything wrong—” “Oh, Adrian. You did everything wrong.” My voice cracked with anger. “You

Rowena's POV. 27. The Bite. "Row, there's no damn need for you to do something like this, do you understand?" Adrian said, panic thick in his voice and face. "We can find another solution." I walked out of the lab. Nothing felt normal anymore. Getting involved with Jason... with Adrian... it had all become a nightmare. I stopped midway, rubbing my forehead, trying to calm the storm in my chest. Adrian caught up behind me and quickly moved to stand in front of me. "What are you thinking?" he asked, eyes searching mine. "Maybe I should just do it," I muttered. "Let me do this, Adrian. It's the only way to save Jason." I shut my eyes, swallowing my anger, my pain, my fear—everything in one hard gulp. "No. You can’t." Adrian's voice cracked. He placed his hands firmly on my shoulders. "I don’t want you turning into one of us." "Don’t make that decision for me." I folded my arms tightly, glaring up at him. "He saved my life. I think I should do the same for him." "Y

Rowena’s POV. 29. "Fuck… fuck..ahh…" I gasped when Adrian’s hand slipped between my legs, right into my pussy.. His fingers moved slow at first..teasing, as if he wanted to punish me and please me at the same time. And then his mouth, God, his mouth...latched onto my breast like he was starved for me. His tongue swirled around my nipples... his lips greedy. I couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of me. "Don’t… don’t stop," I panted, barely recognizing my own voice. It was filthy, needy, desperate. His finger still curled inside my pussy and then another joined. The slow rhythm turned sharp, deliberate. I couldn’t think. My hips lifted on their own, chasing more friction, more of him. Then, without warning, he pulled back. I barely had time to breathe before he shifted his weight, his body hovering over mine, and his hand gripped my jaw, guiding my face to his. His eyes searched mine—not soft, but dark, intense, like he was fighting something inside himself. "You drive me