Fake Dating The Lycan's Heir의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Cole My father had dismissed me before, usually with a look that meant the conversation was over, whether I agreed or not. But tonight, I stayed in front of his desk. “You told me to stay away from Vanessa as though she is the danger, when a stranger followed her through town and knew things about her childhood that she does not know herself.” I kept my hands away from the archive keycard on his desk because taking it would turn an argument into something easier for him to punish. “If you want me to listen, give me a reason that is more useful than because you said so.” My father leaned back in his chair. “You think information becomes harmless because you demand it loudly enough.” “I think refusing to explain why someone is being hunted is a poor way to convince me to leave her alone.” “You do not know that she is being hunted.” “A man tracked her from school, called her Evelyn’s daughter, knew Albany, and asked why her mother buried her. What word would you prefer?” My fathe

Vanessa The sentence stayed with me long after my mother said it. I did not let her leave the table. “You are going to explain that sentence before either of us sleeps tonight.” I pulled my chair closer because I was tired of having conversations across distances my parents could use as exits. “I am done accepting protection as an explanation for information you decided belonged to everyone except me.” My mom wiped beneath one eye with her thumb. “Your father’s family carries wolf blood. You know that much.” “I know Dad comes from wolves. I also know I never developed one, which has been the defining joke of my life at school.” “Your father’s line is ordinary by pack standards. Mine is not.” “Christopher called it a forbidden witch line.” My mother’s lips pressed together. “That is how the councils described us. My grandmother would have used another name.” “What name?” “Keepers.” I waited for her to continue. “Our magic worked through living inheritance,” she said. “We co

Vanessa Rose did not react when I told her my parents had finally admitted the truth about my bloodlines. That made me trust her less than if she had looked surprised. “You knew,” I said. “I suspected several possibilities.” Rose folded her hands in her lap. “Suspicion is not permission to tell a patient a family history I cannot verify.” “You asked me about hearing another voice and what I remembered at four. Those were not ordinary therapy questions.” “They were questions based on symptoms you described.” “My mother says I inherited wolf blood and witch blood, although she claims neither developed properly. I want to know whether that explanation makes medical sense.” Rose studied me for a moment. “Inherited traits may fail to express. Your recent symptoms make that explanation less persuasive than it was before.” I leaned forward. “Then tell me what is persuasive.” “There are documented forms of supernatural suppression.” I thought of my mother explaining that her family

Vanessa I did not sleep after the memory returned. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw a child’s hand covered in blood, and the image remained too precise to dismiss as something my mind had invented after hearing my parents’ story. By morning, Mom was waiting outside my bedroom. “You remembered something,” she said when I opened the door, and her certainty made me stop. “How would you know?” “You used to wake after the nightmares with your hands hidden under your pillow.” She kept her voice low. “You are doing it again.” I looked back at the bed. I had not noticed where I had put them while trying to sleep. “I saw blood.” Mom’s fingers closed around the sleeve of her sweater. “Whose?” “I do not know, which is why I am asking you.” “Come downstairs. Your father is waiting.” “I am not doing another family meeting where both of you decide which pieces I am allowed to have.” “Then ask what you need, and we will answer what we can.” The phrase irritated me enough that I follo

Vanessa Rose did not pretend she had never heard of the Covenant of Pure Blood. The moment I said the name, she locked her office door and turned off the small recorder she used for session notes. I had never seen her do either before, which told me more than reassurance would have. “Cole’s father says they hunted hybrid children after the Ash War,” I said. “My parents say they were the reason I was hidden. I need to know whether everyone in my life has been using different words for the same thing.” Rose folded her hands on her desk. “What words have you been given?” “Illegal hybrid. High risk. Forbidden bloodline. My personal favorite is dead, because apparently that was the legal status chosen for me before I could read.” “You have every right to resent the language.” “I do not need permission to resent it. I need facts.” Rose accepted the correction. “The Ash War ended more than twenty years before you were born, although the laws and alliances created afterward lasted mu