All Chapters of THE MATE THE ROGUE ALPHA WAS MEANT TO KILL: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elara's POV The maths test was tomorrow and I was already behind.That realisation had settled in somewhere between Freya and Nyx laughing about nothing in the dorm the previous night and me staring at my notes this morning wondering when exactly I had stopped keeping up. I wasn't terrible at maths, and I wasn't great either, but I had let three weeks of distraction chip away at whatever foundation I had built at the start of term. Now I was sitting in the common study room trying to undo all of it in a single afternoon.It wasn't going well.I turned the page, read the same problem twice, and got the same wrong answer both times. I rubbed my eyes, leaned back in my chair, and stared at the ceiling for a moment before forcing myself to look at the notebook again.The chair across from me scraped against the floor, I didn't look up, mostly because I assumed it was one of the other students who used the study room at this hour, the quiet dedicated ones who actually knew what they were

Elara's POV I was still at my desk trying to make sense of the last two maths problems when Freya pushed the door open without knocking, which was how I knew something had happened before she even opened her mouth.Nyx was right behind her, still pulling her jacket on, her expression carrying the particular mix of concern and mild inconvenience she wore whenever plans changed without her permission."Leo's in the clinic," Freya said.I set my pen down. "What happened?""Fever. Came on during his last class apparently." She was already moving back toward the door. "He texted me saying it wasn't a big deal but you know how he is, he'd say that if he was on fire."That was accurate enough that I didn't argue. I grabbed my cardigan from the back of the chair and followed them out.The school clinic sat on the ground floor of the east wing, a quiet stretch of rooms that always smelled faintly of antiseptic and something herbal underneath it. Most students avoided it unless they had no ch

Ravin's POV The marking belonged to the Vespera pack.Not just any rank within the Vespera pack either. Kol reserved that marking for his Betas and Gammas, the ones who sat closest to him, the ones who carried out the orders that never got spoken aloud in rooms with witnesses. It wasn't a decoration. It wasn't something a student wore casually, every Alpha who knew Kol knew exactly what that marking meant the moment they saw it, and I was looking directly at it on the hand of a girl sitting at my dinner table.Lyris was looking at me now, her eyes sharp and her posture pulled tight in the way people went when they felt cornered without wanting to show it. Her hand stayed in mine for exactly one more second before she drew it back, smooth and deliberate, tucking it against her side like she was simply adjusting her position."Why are you looking at my hand like that?"I let the silence run for just a beat, long enough to look unbothered, and then I reached for the easy expression I k

Lyris POV I didn't think. That was the thing about heat, it didn't leave room for thinking. One moment I was standing there, legs unsteady, eyes burning with a warmth I couldn't pull back, and the next my hand was fisting the front of James's jacket and I was pulling him down and crashing my mouth into his.It wasn't gentle. It wasn't careful, my fingers twisted into his collar and I kissed him with everything the heat was pushing through me, urgent and consuming, like something that had been locked too tight for too long and finally found a way out.His breath caught against my lips.For exactly one second he went still, and then whatever was left of his hesitation dissolved completely and he kissed me back with a certainty that matched everything I was feeling, his hands finding my waist and pulling me in like the rain and the cold and everything else had simply stopped existing.I pressed harder into him, my body trembling from the heat rolling through my veins. The drizzle soaked

Elara's POV I was on my third read-through of the same page when Leo dropped into the seat beside me and let out the kind of sigh that suggested he was also on his third read-through of something he didn't fully understand. He dropped his bag with a thud, looked at my notebook, and then looked at his own."Tell me you're ready," he said."I'm not ready.""Good." He closed his notebook. "Neither am I. At least we're suffering equally."Nyx was already at the desk in front of us, spinning a pen between her fingers with the calm of someone who either studied thoroughly or completely gave up. Knowing Nyx, it could have been either. Freya slid in just before the bell, dropping into her seat and immediately pulling out a notebook that, from where I was sitting, looked worryingly empty of anything useful.The classroom settled into that particular tense quiet that came right before a test, the kind where everyone was doing their last-minute reading and pretending they weren't panicking.Th