Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577 127.6 - Answer

"It is all your fault."

Maya whispered again, her breath ragged as she leaned over Astron. Her hands pressed firmly against his chest, her body trembling with the emotions she could no longer contain. Her eyes, wild with desire, bore into his, her face flushed as she fought to make sense of everything she was feeling. "You… you always do this."

Astron's gaze remained locked on hers, still holding that flicker of surprise, but there was something else there, too—something she couldn't place. But it didn't matter. Not now.

"You don't even know, do you?" she continued, her voice low and strained. "How you always make my heart race. Every little thing you do—every gesture, every word—" Her fingers curled into his shirt as she leaned closer, her body nearly trembling with the force of her emotions. "Even when you don't mean to, you make me feel this way… You make my heart flutter."

Maya's breath hitched again, her body trembling as she pressed even closer to Astron. Her fingers gripped his shirt tighter, her eyes dark with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

"And I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet it carried the weight of her thoughts. "I'm probably not the only one you do this to, am I?"

Astron's expression shifted slightly, but he still remained silent, his gaze unwavering, yet his silence spoke volumes.

"Like that Emberheart girl..." Maya continued, her tone filled with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "I'm not stupid, Junior. I may not always show it, but I see things. I notice the way people react to you." She paused, her fingers digging into his chest slightly, her heart racing faster with every word she spoke. "Especially her."

The name felt heavy on her tongue, like a bitter truth she had been avoiding.

Maya's instincts were rarely wrong. She wasn't oblivious to the subtle tensions between people, and she could feel the way Irina Emberheart looked at Astron. That wasn't just casual interest—it was something deeper, something more complicated.

"I saw the way she looked at you," Maya said, her voice trembling now as if her emotions were threatening to spill over. "The way she reacted. I know there's something between you two. Maybe it's from before we met, or maybe… it's something growing now. But I'm not blind."

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to steady herself, but the vulnerability and the intensity of the moment made it impossible. "You probably don't even realize it yourself, do you? How you pull people in without even trying. How you make people feel this way..."

Her words trailed off, her heart aching. Despite the heat of her desire, the overwhelming need, there was a part of her that felt unsure. She didn't want to be just another person caught in his orbit, lost to the same gravitational pull that seemed to surround him.

Maya's heart pounded in her chest, each beat reverberating through her entire body as her gaze locked onto his. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her resolve didn't waver. She wasn't like the others. She couldn't be.

'I'm different,' she thought, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he understood. 'I'm the one you belong to. You're mine.'

The thought settled deep in her mind, cementing itself with each passing second. No matter what happened, no matter who came into his life—he could only belong to her. There was no turning back now, not for her. She had already crossed a line that no one else could follow, and there was no escape for either of them. Not now.

As she looked at him, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes trailing slowly over him. From his intense, unreadable gaze, down to his chiseled jaw, and finally to his lips—those smooth, slightly parted lips.

A new desire stirred in her chest, a need far more intense than anything she had felt before. It wasn't just the desire to kiss him again or to feel his warmth against her skin. No, this was something deeper. Primal.

She wanted to mark him. To leave a trace on him that no one else could. Something that would show the world—and him—that he belonged to her. That no one could take him away.

'Mine… only mine.'

The words echoed in her mind, and before she could stop herself, she leaned down, her breath grazing his lips. Her heart raced as the temptation grew stronger, her fingers curling into his shirt as if to anchor herself to him. She could feel the overwhelming need surging inside her, demanding that she claim him in a way that would leave no doubt.

Her lips hovered just above his, but instead of kissing him, she shifted her head slightly, her gaze locked on his neck. A part of her knew it was irrational, that this feeling was consuming her too quickly, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop herself.

Maya's lips brushed against the skin of his neck, her fangs itching to bite, but this time… this time it wasn't for blood. This time, it was to leave a mark, a symbol of possession. She pressed her lips softly against his skin, leaving the faintest trace of warmth. The desire to bite, to leave something more permanent, surged again, but she held back, her control just barely hanging on.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice breathy, trembling with the intensity of her emotions. "No one can take you away from me… no one."

Maya's breath quickened as her lips hovered over his neck, her body trembling with the intensity of her emotions. She needed more—needed confirmation of everything she was feeling, everything she had already decided. Her instincts screamed at her, urging her to claim him, to make him hers in every way.