HE CHEATED, I MATED WITH HIS UNCLE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CHAPTER 11: ARE YOU LOVE-STRUCK?DARIUS:I stood there by the window, watching the clouds gather in the sky, and let out a long, heavy sigh. I poured myself another glass of amber-colored scotch, the liquid burning as it went down, but it didn't kill the frustration.​People think being the President of the Supreme Werewolf Council is all glory and power. They don't see the endless line of wolves, Alphas, and hangers-on who think they’re entitled to a piece of me. Everyone wants a favor, a handout, or a pardon for their screw-ups. So, when that girl—Zara—barged into my suite, I tried to be as friendly as I could. Even when she demanded dinner like she was ordering room service, I decided to oblige her. But the moment she hit me with a sob story about her father being a political prisoner, I knew it was time to kick her out.​"Right," I muttered to the empty room. "Her father is an innocent angel, and I’m supposed to just jump into the fray for a man I don't know?"She looked pathetic

CHAPTER 13: GO TO HELL, RIDER ZARA:When the screen of my phone pulsed with Rider’s name, my skin crawled. I scowled, gripping the phone tightly, tempted to smash the device against the floorboards. I ignored the buzzing the first time, then the second. But Rider wasn't a man who understood the concept of "no." He kept calling, the buzzing vibrating through the couch cushions like a persistent, annoying insect.Eventually, I gave in, mostly just to get him to leave me alone. "What do you want, Rider?" I snapped, not even bothering with a polite tone."Zara," his voice came through, smooth and arrogant, the same voice that had once made me feel like the center of the world. Now, it just made me feel sick. "I want you to come back home."I let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Why? So I can keep brewing your herbal tea? I already sent you a video of the exact process, Rider. If you followed the steps, you wouldn't get it wrong. It’s not rocket science.""That’s not why I want you back," he c

CHAPTER 15: DRAMA AT THE GROCERY STORE ZARA:I turned slowly, my heart clenching before I even saw her face. Standing at the end of the aisle, surrounded by a gaggle of girls who looked like they’d just stepped out of a high-fashion catalog, was Seraphina.​I didn't want this. I didn't want any drama here, because calling me a charity case clearly indicated she wanted drama. I didn't want the eyes of the shoppers on me, or the inevitable headache that came with interacting with someone like her. I turned my back, my fingers tightening on the handle of the shopping cart. "Ignore her, Mia," I whispered, trying to guide us toward the produce section.​"Oh, don't walk away, Zara!" Seraphina’s voice was high, mocking, and far too loud. She clicked across the linoleum, her stride perfect, confident, and utterly fluid.​My eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. My gaze dropped to her feet. Two days ago, she had supposedly sprained her ankle so badly that Rider had to skip our mating ceremony. That w

CHAPTER 17: KARMA IS REAL ZARA:"In what part of hell did you get such an idea?" I repeated, my voice tight.Mia just laughed, a low, knowing sound as she started pushing our cart toward the dairy aisle. "Zara, honey, look at the facts. You don't get the President of the Supreme Werewolf Council to personally settle a squabble in your favour except he likes you. Besides, I'm pretty sure he didn't pay for our groceries just because he didn't know what to do with his money. He said it himself that he was watching from afar before he stepped in to put Serena in her place. It’s all in the body language, girl. He’s pretending to be cold because he doesn't want you to know he likes you. Most men are like that."I rolled my eyes, feeling a heat creep up my neck that had nothing to do with the store’s thermostat. "Cut the crap, Mia. He’s not 'interested.' He’s doing this out of pure, condescending charity. Or just a way to compensate for being bullied in his establishment. Nothing more.""W

CHAPTER 19: FIRST DAY AS A JANITOR ZARA:"Okay, teach me," I whispered, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.​Mia grinned, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Your lecture starts tomorrow."​I looked at her, my brow furrowing in confusion. "Lecture? What do you mean, lecture? Am I taking this like it's some college course or what?"​"Exactly," Mia laughed, sipping a cup of juice. "It’s a course. You’ll learn gradually until you succeed. And don't worry, there’s no tuition fee required."I stared at her in disbelief. ​We both burst into laughter, the sound filling the small apartment and finally cutting through the suffocating tension that had been strangling me for days. It felt good to laugh, even if it was just a temporary escape from the crushing reality of my situation. After I finished the dishes, the silence of the night settled in, and we finally climbed into bed.​The next morning, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Mia shook me awake. "Wake up, Zara! You