Fake Dating The Lycan's Heir의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

NathanI went looking through my father’s messages because he had started deleting things.He had always been the person who told me deletion was pointless. When I got my first phone, he taught me how backups worked after catching me wiping a conversation I did not want him to see. According to him, people only trusted delete buttons because they did not understand where information went afterward.Apparently, he had changed his mind.Three conversations had disappeared from the family account during the weekend. I noticed because the backup log still showed their dates.I restored the oldest version and searched Vanessa’s surname out of curiosity. James appeared forty-three times. I stopped with my hand on the trackpad.Some results were useless because my father had known Evelyn and Daniel for years. Their families had crossed paths before I was born, and until recently, I had never cared enough to ask how.Then I found a message from eleven months before the bonfire.Dad: You stil

ColeVanessa handed me the flash drive in Rose’s parking lot and told me not to protect her from anything I found.“I mean it, Cole. If there is something ugly on there, I would rather hear it from you than discover later that you decided I had enough problems.” She held the drive between two fingers until I took it.“I heard you the first time, and I am not going to decide what you can handle.”“You have a habit of deciding things without consulting me.”“I am working on that.”“Work faster.” She adjusted the strap of her bag. “Nathan says his father was discussing me before we dated.”“I’ll check everything he gave you, and I’ll separate what we can prove from whatever his father was speculating about.”“And then you’ll tell me all of it.”“I’ll tell you all of it.”She studied my face as though she expected to find an exception hidden somewhere.“I’m going to remember you said that.”“I assumed you would.”She left me with the drive and a promise that had become harder to make casu

Vanessa By Friday, I had reached the point where every adult conversation began with danger, and every private thought ended with a question I could not answer. Cole noticed before I said anything. “We are not researching today,” he said when I climbed into his Jeep after school. “We are also not discussing the Covenant, your seal, Nathan, Subject Two, or anything Christopher has hidden in a drawer.” I put my bag at my feet. “You forgot my parents.” “They are included under anything likely to make you want to throw my dashboard through the windshield.” “I have never threatened your dashboard.” “You looked at it aggressively yesterday.” “I was reading a text.” “You read with hostility.” I looked at him. “Where are we going?” “You told me last week you needed new photographs for the senior yearbook because the school somehow chose the one where you look like you are planning a murder.” “I was planning a murder. Nathan was standing behind the photographer.” “Th

Vanessa I searched mate bonds because I was tired of pretending the word inside my head could be postponed until the rest of my life became less complicated. I did not use the school network. I did not use my home computer. I went to the public library, chose a terminal near the reference desk, and started with medical sources Rose had mentioned before. Most of what I found was uselessly romanticized. Mate recognition was described as immediate, mutual, undeniable, and accompanied by enough dramatic language to make me suspect the writers had never met two actual people. My experience had been none of those things. I refined the search to suppressed wolves and mate recognition. The first useful paper came from a supernatural medicine journal archived twenty-three years ago. It described cases where one partner recognized a bond before the other because illness, magical interference, trauma, or developmental delay prevented the second wolf from responding normally. I read

Vanessa I did not go home with Cole after he admitted it when he recognized the mate bond. I called my mother, told her I needed a ride, and waited near the main entrance while Cole remained beside his Jeep across the parking lot. Mom arrived ten minutes later and took one look at my face before asking whether Cole had happened “You knew,” I said as soon as I closed the passenger door. “I suspected.” “Everyone loves that word.” “Vanessa, I did not know for certain.” “You knew enough to warn me away from Lycans.” “I warned you because a Lycan bond could affect the seal. I did not know Cole had recognized you until recently.” “How recently?” “After your wolf began speaking.” I looked out the window. “He knew from the first day.” Mom did not answer. “He says he did not tell me because I had too much happening.” “That sounds like Cole.” “You barely know him.” “I know the kind of mistake people make when they think protection excuses silence.” I turned toward her. “Are y