The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Aiden’s POV“I can’t believe we’re going back to school,” I gushed. “The last few days have been awesome.”“If you like, we can come back next school break,” Macmillan offered. I nodded eagerly, almost before the words had fully left his mouth.“Okay,” Macmillan said with a soft laugh.I sat in the passenger seat while Jordan drove, the gentle hum of the engine vibrating beneath me. “It’s going to be a three-hour ride. Why don’t you sleep? I’ll wake you when we arrive,” Jordan suggested.I shook my head. “I want to enjoy this beautiful view.” Leaning my forehead against the cool window, I stared at the tall, ancient trees slipping past like scenes from a living painting. Their leaves rustled softly in the breeze, a deep emerald canopy that filtered sunlight into golden shafts dancing across the road.The route back to town was lined with gigantic trees, serene and untouched. The air smelled fresh of pine, earth, and damp moss far removed from the noise and chaos of people.“I could

Author's POV It was the day some students had eagerly anticipated and others quietly dreaded, the annual charity gala at Aetherhold Academy. The grand ceremonial hall buzzed with life, its air thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfumes, polished wood, and savory hors d’oeuvres drifting from silver trays. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the crowd, illuminating guests dressed in crisp tailored suits and flowing evening gowns that shimmered with every movement.Student volunteers moved gracefully among the tables. Some wore sharp white waistcoats over black shirts and pressed black trousers, serving drinks and clearing plates with practiced smiles. Others, fortunate enough to be guests themselves, were dressed as elegantly as the adults around them.The MC, a stunning woman in a sleek navy-blue gown with a daring thigh-high slit, glided onto the stage. The dress’s hem brushed the polished floor as she moved, catching the light with every step. She leaned

**Aiden's POV**I slipped into the bathroom, splashing water on my face and hands, I let the icy droplets shock my overheated skin and wash away the invisible grime of the evening. I yanked a roll of toilet paper from the dispenser, the rough texture scraping lightly against my damp skin as I patted my face and hands dry. Taking a deep breath of the sterile, faintly chemical-scented air, I stepped back out.Wearing a fake smile that felt tight and unnatural on my lips, I walked past my friends without meeting their eyes and approached the dean.“You don’t have to do much,” he explained, his voice smooth and practiced. “Just drink what they offer you and hold a decent conversation. You can tell them you don’t drink alcohol if you’d rather not.”He placed a heavy hand on my shoulder and gave it a very tight squeeze, his fingers digging in with surprising strength. “We are not bad people, Aiden. We’re just helping people, and I hope you understand that. We wouldn’t put you in an uncomf

The three of them, Macmillan, Jordan, and Orlando had drained the glass without hesitation, each trying to outdo the others in a silent, stubborn contest of who could protect Aiden more, who could shield him better, who cared the deepest. It was childish in its own way, a flare of rivalry beneath their shared affection, but none of them suspected the deep red liquid carried anything beyond mediocre wine.By the time they reached their shared dormitory suite, the drug had already begun its insidious work.Aiden closed the door behind them, still buzzing with relief at having escaped the gala. “Thanks again, guys. I really didn’t want to...”A low groan cut him off. Macmillan braced a hand against the wall, his breathing suddenly ragged. Jordan’s face flushed deep crimson as he tugged at his collar, while Orlando clenched his jaw so tightly the muscle jumped.“What’s wrong?” Aiden asked, stepping closer.“Hot,” Jordan muttered. “Fuck… it’s too hot in here.”The change was frighteningl

**Aiden's POV**I woke up feeling clean and wonderfully cozy in my bed, wrapped in a thick, warm blanket that smelled faintly of my roommates’ cologne and last night’s passion. Its soft weight pressed comfortingly against my skin.I stretched my sore muscles with a loud, lingering yawn. The room was peacefully quiet, not a single soul in sight, only the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains.As I pushed the heavy blanket off my body and swung my legs out of bed, a sharp, throbbing pain shot through my ass, making me hiss and instantly regret how eagerly I’d pushed myself last night.“The pain is worth it,” I whispered to myself, a small, secret smile tugging at my lips. I limped gingerly to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped under the shower.The warm water cascaded over my skin, soothing yet stinging the many marks scattered across my body, love bites, fingerprints, and faint bruises. Instead of anxiety or shame, they filled me with a deep, giddy war