All Chapters of His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rowena~~~~~~~. The second we got into my dorm room, Adrian dropped me on the bed like I was a bag of problems he didn’t know what to do with. “Row...” he started. “No. Don’t,” I snapped, cutting him off, my chest still heaving from all the shouting. “I don’t believe anything you say right now, Adrian. Not a damn word. Maybe you’re just jealous. Like that day when we were having sex and you flipped out over that stupid mistake.” He flinched. “That wasn’t it at all. I mean...of course I was angry. Mad as hell, Rowena. But who wouldn’t be? You were fucking moaning Jason’s name while I was inside you,” he shouted, his voice sharp and raw. “You think that’s easy for me?” I stood up fast, closing the gap between us until our faces were just inches apart. His breath hit my skin. Mine shook with rage. I wiped off my tears roughly with the back of my hand. “We’re not dating,” I said. My voice cracked but I didn’t care. “We are not dating, Adrian. So why the hell were you angry?

Rowena~~~~~ "Row…" Adrian’s voice rang out just as me and Cindy stood in line at the cafeteria. I heard him, of course I did, but I didn't even look back. I wasn’t going to talk to him. Not now. Not ever again. "Rowe…na…" Cindy leaned in and whispered, nudging my arm with a pinch. “Stop it,” I muttered. “You here to get food or to entertain nobodies?” She blinked, then turned quiet. “Oh wow,” Adrian said, stepping in front of me. “I’m a nobody now? That what I am to you, huh? Because of Jason?” He snapped his fingers close to my face. I flinched back, more pissed than startled. “Seriously? What now?” someone behind us grumbled, carrying her tray to another line. “Yes, you are,” I said, stepping up to him. “And what are you gonna do about it? You don’t like hearing the truth? You’re just pissed because I like someone else, and you can’t stand it.” I grabbed the tray that was doubled up with mine and held it up. “Look at this. I’m getting food for Jason. He asked me

Rowena’s POV “You’re just a low-ranker in the council,” Jason scoffed, his voice sharp with disgust. “What right do you even have to command me?” I froze. Jason stepped forward, chin slightly raised like he wasn’t just talking to a teacher—he was challenging him. “You’re nothing but a mere teacher. If not for the pity vote that squeezed you into the council, you wouldn’t even be standing here.” Mr. Scott’s body tensed. His fists clenched by his side. “Have you gone mad, boy?” he thundered. “Or maybe you just never had any damn manners to begin with!” The air felt like it cracked. Me and Adrian stayed quiet. We knew better. I didn’t even breathe too hard. Jason was skating on a thin, cracking layer. Mr. Scott stepped in close, jabbing a hard finger into Jason’s chest. “You’re coming with me to the office. Whether you walk there or you get dragged, that’s up to you. But I swear, Jason, your punishment will be double whatever the others get.” My chest thudded. I

Rowena’s POV. “No…” I mutter, shaking my head, brushing past Adrian. I don’t want this. I don’t want more words. I just want to leave. But his hand wraps around my arm before I get far. “Hey… Row, what’s this now? Don’t you see how Jason treats you? He doesn’t care about you—” “I know!” I snap, cutting him off before he finishes. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, fast, rough. “I know, okay?” It’s not like I haven’t been repeating it to myself since the moment Jason walked away. But knowing it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “There’s no need for me to take the cure,” I say, my voice quieter now but not calm. My body won’t stop trembling, like the words themselves shake something loose inside me. “I know what I feel, Adrian. It’s not some mistake. Maybe Jason just needs more time. Maybe he’s not ready to deal with it, or say it out loud… or even accept me.” His hands find my shoulders, holding me firm, trying to steady me. “Row…” “No, don’t ‘Row’ me,” I snap ag

Rowena~~~~~~~ Okay… we’re here now. Let me take a look," Adrian said, his voice calm but unsure. I checked the bathroom stalls quickly—empty. Good. No eyes. No whispers. I tried to lift myself onto the stone counter, but he stepped forward and helped me up without saying a word. Now he stood between my legs, and for a second, I felt heat crawl up my neck, but I ignored it. I took my hand off my neck slowly. “See? It was itching, and even blood came out. Look at my hand…” I held it out. There were faint streaks of blood smeared across the tips of my fingers. He leaned in closer. His face changed. Like he’d seen something.... or didn’t. "What... um… shit," he muttered, his brows furrowing. "You see it, right? I don’t know what happened or why my neck started itching but..." “There’s nothing there, Rowena,” he cut me off, his voice low but sure. “I mean, there’s just the bite mark. Barely visible unless someone comes really close. No blood. No scratches. Nothing.” I b