All Chapters of Loving Him For 30 Days: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Noah was leaning his back against a stack of gym mats, his training jacket unzipped to the waist as he unlaced his running flats. He heard the door creak open before he saw who it was, the sudden bright wedge of daylight cutting across the dusty floorboards before the wood clicked shut again.Cassian stood against the door, his hands tucked loosely into the pockets of his dark trousers. He looked exactly like he always did hair slightly messy, his school collar undone at the throat, and an unbothered, lazy tilt to his chin that usually drove the track team crazy."The sprinters are looking for you," Cassian said, his voice low and scraping in the quiet shed. "Something about the afternoon relay order.""They know where I am," Noah said without looking up, tugging the damp sock off his left foot. "And you don't care about the relay order.""I don't," Cassian agreed. He took three slow, heavy steps forward, his boots thudding against the dirt-streaked wood until he was standing direct

The office door clicked shut behind Adrian, leaving a heavy, ringing quiet in the small space.Lucien’s hand finally loosened around Eli’s wrist, his fingers dropping away slowly until his arm fell to his side. He didn't look at Eli right away. He walked back toward the cedarwood desk, his boots heavy against the floorboards, and sat down in the high-backed leather chair, staring at the closed folder Adrian had left behind.Eli didn't move from the door. He stood with his back against the wood, holding the manila roster sheets tightly against his chest, his eyes fixed on the sharp line of Lucien’s jaw."So that's what the text was about last night," Eli said, his voice quiet but direct.Lucien rested his elbows on the desk, pressing his palms together and lowering his chin against his knuckles. He didn't deny it. "Adrian found the blind spot we couldn't clear. The family used the chalet to keep Jason out of the way before the board could open a formal inquiry into the campus account

The heavy wooden door of the northern wing dorm clicked shut, and Mira threw her bag onto the unmade bed. She moved straight to the desk, flipping open her silver laptop before she even took off her jacket. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing the student council portals and opening an encrypted secondary partition she kept hidden behind the finance database. She wasn't just sitting back while Lucien and Cassian ran around the library annex. She had been tracking the digital footprint of the server requests from the last forty-eight hours, and something wasn't matching up with the official administration logs. Her screen blinked, showing the local registry for the winter term archives. One name kept sticking out in the access history, a sequence of late-night logins that didn't align with any standard student schedule. Raphael. Mira leaned back slightly, her eyes fixed on his digital profile. He had always seemed slightly off, his posture a little too displaced during t

Lucien didn't blink, his knuckles still pressed hard against the table as he kept his weight shifted toward Raphael. "A work-study shift doesn't involve a high-frequency proxy token, Raphael. You’re going to tell me whose name is on the authorization sheet for that scanner, or I’m going to make sure the dean has your real background files before the next house assembly."Raphael swallowed, his spine locking rigid against the metal filing cabinet as his eyes flicked toward Cassian, who was still standing by the door with his arms crossed, completely blocking the narrow aisle. "I told you, it’s just the standard scholarship audit. The office gave me the box. I don't know anything about tokens or proxies.""You're a terrible liar," Cassian said, stepping a fraction closer, his green eyes narrowing as he looked down at the freshman. "Your hands are shaking so bad you're ruining the print on those unfiled logs. We know you weren't in the southern district five years ago. We know you wer

The tires of Lucien’s black sedan crunched heavily against the loose gravel as he brought the car to a sudden halt just a few feet from the iron perimeter gates of Saint Aurelius. Behind them, the headlights of Cassian’s sports coupe cut through the dark, reflecting sharply in Lucien’s rearview mirror. The security kiosk door slid open, and a proctor stepped out into the night, squinting at the vehicle while holding a glowing digital clipboard. He walked slowly toward the driver’s side window, tapping the glass with a heavy metal pen. Lucien rolled the window down halfway, his face fixed in a completely unyielding expression as his fingers rested lightly against the leather steering wheel. Eli sat in the passenger seat beside him, his duffel bag wedged tightly between his knees, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the locked iron bars of the gate. "It’s past one in the morning, Senior Liaison," the proctor said, looking between Lucien’s tight jaw and Eli’s rigid posture. "The campus l