Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569 126.6 - Evergreen

As Maya stood before Astron, her heart beat steadily in her chest, but there was a subtle tension coiling beneath the surface. She had always prided herself on maintaining her composure, serene smile, calm demeanor, and mask, which she wore so well. But today, that mask felt fragile.

When she heard Astron's voice—steady, calm, yet inquisitive—she couldn't help but feel a tinge of satisfaction. He had uncovered a truth she had kept hidden, a part of her that few people knew. His perceptiveness, his ability to piece together the smallest clues, had always impressed her. But this time, it went beyond mere admiration.

"You're right," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of relief and satisfaction. "I knew you would see it, Junior."

Maya had known this moment would come eventually. She had prepared herself for the day when Astron, with his sharp mind and keen instincts, would uncover her secret. Her family's connection to the Elves had always been something they guarded closely, and she had inherited that same carefulness. But for Astron, she had decided to make an exception.

As he stood before her, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over her. There had been so many moments when Astron had proven himself, not just as a capable mage, but as someone she could trust with the most guarded parts of herself. He had saved her, stood by her, and never once demanded anything in return.

Maya's pink eyes, usually so gentle, darkened ever so slightly with the intensity of the moment. It wasn't just the weight of her elven heritage that she had kept hidden—it was also the growing vampiric nature within her. She had worked tirelessly to suppress it, to remain in control, but every time she was near Astron, it became harder to keep at bay.

'He must know the truth,' she thought, her gaze lingering on him. 'He's done so much for me, and I've always kept parts of myself hidden. But not anymore.'

Maya's thoughts twisted and turned as she stood before Astron, her calm exterior barely masking the turmoil inside. She had always been in control, always the one who kept her emotions in check, but now—now everything felt fragile.

'Is this selfish?' she wondered. It wasn't like her to act purely on emotion, yet here she was, baring one of her most guarded secrets to tie him closer to her. The moment Astron knew about her family's Elven heritage, he would be bound to her in a way that no one else could be. There would be no going back. Her family, too, would ensure that. She had been deliberate and calculated, but there was an undeniable weight in what she had just done.

'I won't give him to anyone,' she thought with a fierce intensity. The image of Irina Emberheart flickered in her mind, along with other potential threats, real or imagined. No one would take him from her.

But even as she clung to this thought, there was a flicker of doubt—a creeping sense of fear. She looked into Astron's eyes, those deep purple eyes that always held a sharp, calculating edge. This time, however, something was different. His eyes, which usually assessed every situation with cold precision, were now filled with something unfamiliar: emotion. It was subtle, but there was a softness there, a hesitation.

Maya felt her pulse quicken. 'What is he thinking?' The usual certainty she relied on slipped away, replaced by a growing sense of unease. This wasn't part of her plan.

She had expected Astron to accept her revelation, to understand the depth of her feelings and, perhaps, even share them. But now, seeing the conflict in his eyes, she wasn't so sure.

Her chest tightened with a surge of insecurity. 'What if I was wrong? What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if this pushes him away instead of drawing him closer?' The thought gnawed at her, sending a wave of panic through her mind.

Her grip on her composure faltered. For the first time, Maya wasn't entirely sure of her actions. She had never miscalculated like this before, and the fear of rejection—of losing Astron—loomed over her like a shadow.

Just as the tension between them threatened to swallow her whole, a familiar voice interrupted the moment.

"Lady Maya," Alfred's calm tone called out as he entered the gazebo. "I've brought the tea."

The sudden intrusion was a welcome distraction, yet it did little to calm the storm brewing within her. Maya's gaze shifted to Alfred, but her mind was still reeling. She had acted hastily, hadn't she? She had revealed too much too soon.

Maya forced a smile, but inside, she was unraveling. The uncertainty, the fear—it all mingled with the possessiveness she couldn't deny. She had thought this would secure Astron's place by her side, but now, she wasn't sure if she had just made everything more complicated.

As Alfred set the tray down, Maya's eyes darted back to Astron, searching for any hint of reassurance. But his expression remained unreadable, and that only made her anxiety grow.

'I've come too far to turn back now,' she thought, trying to steady herself.

Maya took a steadying breath, but it did little to ease the tension winding tighter in her chest. Alfred's presence was a temporary reprieve, but the suffocating feeling of uncertainty still loomed heavy in the air. Her gaze flickered to Astron, whose unreadable expression only intensified her unease.

She couldn't let this continue. Not here, not now. The longer she waited, the worse it would become.

"Thank you, Alfred," she said, her voice calm but clipped, the forced smile still on her face. "You may leave us now. There are things we need to discuss privately."