Semua Bab Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Bab 141 - Bab 150

JamieAmara let out a slow breath, her eyes downcast. “You’re right,” she admitted softly. “I don’t want to believe it, but… you’re right about Asher.”I didn’t say anything, just exhaled sharply through my nose.She looked up at me, her face tight with guilt. “We need to release Malia,” she said. “Right now. We’ve wasted enough time.”I gave a single nod. No hesitation.We moved quickly, leaving my office and heading straight for the cells.But just as we turned a corner, I heard something.A muffled sound—like a low groan, followed by a stifled giggle.I froze. Amara did too.Then another noise—something shifting, a quiet moan.Coming from Corey’s room.My heart leapt to my throat.I didn’t think.Didn’t hesitate.I shoved the door open, ready to fight—ready to kill whoever dared touch my brother after everything that had happened—And then I saw Corey.On the bed.With the women who were supposed to be cleaning him up.My mind blanked.Amara gasped.Corey barely acknowledged us.He

JamieThe spy smiled, her lips curling slightly, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.But just as I was about to say something, something hit me—hard.Her scent.It was overwhelming, maddeningly intoxicating in a way I couldn’t even begin to explain.It wasn’t just any scent. It wasn’t the kind that lingered faintly or the kind I could brush off like any other wolf’s. No, this was something else entirely—something that wrapped around my senses and refused to let go.I stiffened. My instincts sharpened, body tensing as my head swam from the sheer intensity of it.Who the hell was she?I parted my lips to ask, but before I could even get a word out, she moved.Smoothly, effortlessly, like she already knew.Like she had expected this.In one swift motion, she turned and slipped through the door, disappearing before I could stop her.I stood frozen for a moment, gripping the edge of my desk as I tried to shake off the fog in my mind. My pulse was racing, something primal clawing at

MaliaI woke up to the cold, hard feeling of a cell floor beneath me. Again.A wave of exhaustion crashed over me as I tried to move, my body aching from being manhandled so many times in the past few days.But none of that compared to the chill that ran down my spine when I saw who was standing in front of me.Jude.I blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the grogginess. Last thing I remember was being locked up in Jamie’s cell, convinced I was never going to be free. Then, out of nowhere, she appeared. Rayna… The same woman who had stolen my face, used my voice, and framed me for Corey’s death. The same woman who had fooled everyone into believing her lies.She had shown up unexpectedly, her presence swallowing the space around me. The guards left. I didn’t know how, only that one moment they were there, standing watch, and the next, they were gone. That alone was enough to send every alarm in my body screaming.Then she turned to me, her hood lowered, revealing the face I had once t

MaliaAt first, I couldn’t help it—I laughed. A short, sharp bark of disbelief.But when Jude didn’t so much as smirk, when he just stood there with that same unreadable expression, my laughter died in my throat."You’re serious?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.Jude tilted his head slightly, as if amused by my disbelief. "Why wouldn’t I be?""Because it’s ridiculous," I snapped. "You’re not a Lycan, Jude. You never will be. How the hell do you expect to rule over them?"Jude let out a slow, condescending sigh, shaking his head. "Malia, Malia, Malia," he tsked, as if I were some naive child. "You’re still thinking too small. Do you really believe I need to be a Lycan to rule them?"I stayed silent, but my stomach twisted at his tone."I already proved that was a myth," he continued smoothly. "I did it through my son."My fists clenched. "You used him, you mean."Jude just smirked. "Semantics. The point is, Asher’s reign made it clear that the Lycans follow power, not blood. And I have mor

MaliaI swallowed hard, my pulse thundering in my ears."You can't refuse your destiny, Malia," Jude said smoothly, watching me like a predator studying its prey.I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking what he meant.But he didn’t need my question. He smirked anyway, stepping closer, his red eyes gleaming with sick amusement."Let me tell you why I invested in your parents to create you," he said. "It wasn’t out of kindness, I can assure you."No, of course not."I had a plan," he continued, pacing slowly, like he was savoring every word. "You see, becoming Lycan King requires strategy. I can’t just walk in, slit Ronin’s throat, and sit on the throne. No, no, no… they’d just find another replacement. A puppet. And I have no interest in ruling under another man's name."I scoffed. "There’s no way you could just steal the title. Everyone knows who you are, Jude."He laughed."Do they?" he mused, tilting his head. "Do they really?"Something about the way he sai