Semua Bab The Lycan's fated weak mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Twilight turned and headed toward the small building, but before she could reach it, the door creaked open, revealing her father stepping out.Twilight froze, locking eyes with the man. He looked slightly disheveled, and the stench of alcohol surrounded him."You’re back early," he said, eyeing her with a questioning look."I..." Twilight hesitated. "I lost my job."The confession hung in the air for a moment before Manson, her father, barked out a small laugh."You’re joking, right?" His voice was edged with venom. When Twilight didn’t reply, he stepped down from the threshold, approaching her with menace, while she kept her gaze lowered."How could you lose your job at a time like this? You have to be serious! The monthly pay is due soon. I’ve got budgets on the line, and now you’re telling me this?""Well, I can’t work there anymore. I’ll find another job.""Another job?" Manson scoffed. "Let me guess. That rich friend of yours, Bella—is she finally going to tell her father to give

Tears burned in Twilight’s eyes, but she lowered her gaze, unwilling to let him see her cry. “This won’t work,” she shook her head lightly. “I never thought I'd be given a mate. I don’t even know much about the werewolf world, but they are cruel.”Seth’s sharp gaze softened.Twilight inhaled deeply, staring at the floor as she spoke. “We are exiled wolves… rogues, forced to hide among humans. Entering any pack means death. I’ve been an outcast since the day I was born—banished alongside my parents for something that wasn’t even their fault.”Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to continue. “My mother was a healer. A gifted one. She dedicated her life to saving others. But one day, the Alpha’s son fell ill—some strange sickness no one had seen before. She did everything she could to save him, but in the end… he died.”Seth remained silent, his intense gaze fixed on her.“The pack turned on her instantly. They blamed her, called her a murderer, a disgrace. And since she was pregn

Seth snorted on the other end. “I guess that means you’re already falling for me.”Twilight pressed her lips together at his words, but his voice soon turned serious.“Remember what I told you about Professor Ste-phen?”“Yeah, I do. He scares me. I knew what he was the moment he stepped into the class, but I stayed quiet since my scent is low enough for him to mistake me for a human,” Twilight muttered.“He’s not a bad person. Soon, I’ll introduce you to him,” Seth assured.“Do you have to? I think we should fix us first before letting anyone else know,” Twilight suggested.Seth stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again.“Courting like a human. Alright, Sparkles, I’ll give you time. We’ll take things slow.”A warm smile spread across her lips, but it quickly faded when she saw Bella stepping into the classroom.“Thanks… I have to go,” she said and immediately ended the call before Bella reached her.Bella folded her arms, her expression one of pure frustration.“You bitch,” she

“Stop!”Mason's voice pierced the incredibly suffocating silence of the room. He hadn't realized how hard he was already breathing.The rage was slowly clutching at his nerves. A weird weight blossomed on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.Ste-phen glanced over Bella's shoulder, meeting Mason’s gaze.“What?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.“Don't do it,” Mason quickly said, and Ste-phen’s smirk widened.“Why, Mason?” Ste-phen asked, still holding Bella's chin. “Would you like to replace her then?”Mason froze, even Bella, who was in between his legs, frowned with a questioning look.“What are…?”“Shh,” Ste-phen whispered to her, running his thumb over her lower lip and silencing her with those dark, charming eyes. “Let him talk.”Mason's nerves were on fire.In between Ste-phen’s legs… I should be there. Not her! Fucking damn it!“Let her leave first,” Mason demanded, his voice almost a whisper.“No. She wants it so badly,” Ste-phen didn’t shift his gaze away from he

*******The next day, Mason barely spoke a word. No greetings. And if Ste-phen asked him something, he either gave a short response—yes or no—or simply nodded his head.Even while they shared the same bathroom, Mason barely glanced at him. During his leisure time, he preferred to keep his distance--going to the hospital or studying for exam.For the first time, Ste-phen felt ignored—ghosted. He found himself wanting attention… slowly reconsidering what Mason had told him.A date?But telling Mason about his past was out of the question. It was dark—too dark for him to understand. Ste-phen decided not to bother him. First, he had his own issues to deal with, and Mason needed to focus on his exams.Two days later, it was time for the Gothic and Literature exam—the course Ste-phen was currently handling.That morning, the moment Mason stepped into the bathroom, Ste-phen’s eyes widened slightly at the faint scent mingling in the air.His gaze settled on the cold boy as he walked over to s