All Chapters of I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AUTHOR’S POVMoonlight illuminated the pristine white carpet of Victoria Ashford’s upscale campus suite, casting long shadows across the modern furniture. Sitting behind a sleek glass desk, her posture remained rigid while a nervous campus security guard stood near the wooden door. Shifting his weight from one foot to another, the man held a manila folder filled with surveillance reports"Tell me what you found, Nyax," Victoria commanded. Her voice held a sharp edge, cutting through the quiet room. "Spare no details. You know what is at stake.""He is spending an abnormal amount of time with the new academic supervisor," Nyax reported, opening the folder to display several grainy photographs. "A scrawny freshman named Emberly. We tracked them interacting at the rink, lingering near the campus infirmary, and leaving a coffee shop together late at night."Anger surged through Victoria’s chest. She did not feel the sting of romantic jealousy, but rather a cold, calculated fury. Risking h

VICTORIA Eucalyptus and steaming mineral water masked the toxic reality of my Tuesday afternoon. Lying face-down on a heated massage table inside the premier Northern Pack spa usually represented luxury, but today it felt like a polished prison. My mother reclined on the adjacent table, her flawless blonde hair wrapped in a pristine white towel while a silent aesthetician worked expensive oils into her skin."Marriage is a business transaction, Victoria," my mother stated, her voice slicing through the tranquil instrumental music playing in the background. "Romance is a fictional concept invented to keep weak people distracted from acquiring real power. During my twenties, girls wasted their youth chasing fated mates and poetic love. I chased the Northern Council seat, and I secured our bloodline for generations."Staring at the blurred mosaic tiles on the floor beneath my face cradle, a familiar suffocation crept into my throat. Maintaining a steady breathing pattern required consci

EMBERLYI shoved my battered textbook into my locker, I scanned the crowded college hallway. The students sere moving in a chaotic blur, laughing and complaining about morning lectures. That's when I caught a glimpse of dark hair and broad shoulders near the water fountain. Shit!It sent a jolt of panic through my chest. Shutting the locker door as quietly as possible, I ducked my head and hurried in the opposite direction.A heavy hand clamped onto the strap of my backpack. The physical force jerked me backward, stopping my escape instantly."You walk like a guy trying to skip out on a gambling debt, Lynnwood," Jordan said, stepping into my path and blocking the corridor with his massive frame. He wore a dark jacket, his expression completely relaxed. "Are you avoiding me, or did you just decide to ignore the mass email Coach sent out about the equipment inventory?"Forcing my shoulders to drop into my practiced boyish slouch, I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. "I saw the e

EMBERLYThe deadbolts clicked into place. The wooden door was finally secure, but the real danger was already locked inside the cottage with me. The black-market suppressants failed the moment the adrenaline from my frantic sprint crashed. An unnatural fever spiked through my bloodstream, hitting my fragile system like a speeding freight train. My skin flushed so hot that the damp fabric of my oversized hoodie felt like it was melting into my pores. Every single nerve ending in my body became terrifyingly hypersensitive. The agonizing pull of the mate bond screamed inside my skull, demanding Jordan Draven’s physical presence. I stumbled blindly down the narrow hallway, crashing my shoulder against the doorframe before collapsing onto my mattress. My trembling hands tore at my sweat-soaked clothes, yanking the thick fabric over my head before my fingers clawed at the restrictive hooks of my chest binder. The elastic finally snapped open, allowing me to drag a deep, ragged breath int

AUTHOR'S POVEmberly leaned against the brick wall of the college courtyard, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. Her eyes remained fixed on the far side of the quad. Jordan Draven sat alone on a concrete bench near the library, radiating a dark, unapproachable energy that forced passing students to give him a wide berth. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes stared blankly at the pavement. Emberly felt a tug in her chest, driven by the mate bond and genuine worry for Grandma Alder's health. She wanted to walk across the grass and demand to know what was happening, but the invisible wall he built around himself kept her paralyzed."You might want to wipe the drool off your chin before somebody slips on it," a bright voice interrupted.Emberly flinched as Nina stepped up beside her, holding two plastic cups of iced coffee."I was not drooling," Emberly lied, taking the cup to give her trembling hands something to hold."Please, Emberly, you were eye-fucking the Alpha heir