Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 939

Chapter 939 215.5 - Finally

"But you can't."

The heat surging through her body, the high of his blood still in her veins, the satisfaction of finally being seen—everything halted.

She stilled, body tense, her breath caught somewhere between a snarl and a whimper.

"Why?"

The single word was sharper than it should have been, edged with something violent, something furious.

Why?

Why couldn't she?

She had waited.

Suffered.

Starved.

And still, still, she was being told she couldn't.

Why?

Why?!

Her nails dug into the fabric of his uniform, frustration curling inside her like a storm, dark and volatile. She had seen it. All of it.

She had seen Irina standing before him, standing too close. Had seen Sylvie by his side, watching him with those eyes.

And they could.

They could stand beside him. Speak with him. Laugh with him. Touch him.

But she couldn't.

She wasn't allowed to.

She had no form, no presence, no existence outside of Maya's hesitation and restraint.

She was forced to watch.

Always watch.

Her breathing turned heavier, unsteady, her grip tightening further.

She hated it.

She hated it.

She hated how they could have him. They could stand next to him, be around him, as if they had some kind of right.

As if they were stealing him from her.

Taking something that should have been hers.

The thought surged through her like a wave of fire, blinding, consuming, suffocating in its intensity.

She wanted to kill them.

Erase them.

Rip them apart until they didn't exist.

Because he was hers.

The first one she had ever seen.

The first one she had ever tasted.

The only one she could ever taste.

Why should they get to exist around him? Why should they be allowed to breathe the same air, speak his name, stand beside him—

When she couldn't?

Her breath shuddered, her grip tightening, her fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform. Her voice, when it came, was a whisper—a tremor laced with venom, with raw, unfiltered rage.

"Why?"

Her body moved before she even processed it.

One second, she was gripping his uniform. The next, she had shoved forward, her strength surging too easily, too naturally.

A dull thud echoed through the room as she tackled him down.

The sheer force of it sent them both crashing onto the wooden floor, but only one of them struggled to adjust.

Astron.

For the first time, he had been forced to react.

For the first time, he wasn't the one in control.

And she felt it.

She felt it.

The way her strength overwhelmed him, the way she had taken him down effortlessly.

She was stronger.

Not just by a little.

By a lot.

And the realization sent a sharp, burning thrill racing through her veins.

Because Maya—**weak, hesitant Maya—**had never understood this.

Had never understood what she was truly capable of.

But she did.

She loomed over him now, straddling his waist, her hands planted on either side of his head, caging him in. Her breath came fast, uneven, burning with frustration, with fury, with something dangerously close to satisfaction.

His violet eyes stared up at her, calm, unwavering—even now.

And that only made it worse.

Her jaw clenched, her fingers digging into the floor beside him.

"Why?" she repeated, louder this time, rawer, her voice trembling with anger. "Why can they stand beside you? Why can they talk to you, touch you, be near you—when I can't?"

She could feel it, the heat of his body beneath her, the solid weight of him pressed against the floor.

He was here.

She was here.

For the first time—she was real.

And yet—she still couldn't have him.

Her breathing turned ragged, frustration and obsession coiling into something unbearable.

"You let them," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You let them stay beside you, and you look at them—but not me."

Her fingers twitched.

Her body was burning.

And he was so close.

Her hunger had always been about blood before, about taste. But now, it was something else, something far more dangerous, something deeper than thirst—

It was possession.

It was need.

She needed him to see her.

Not Maya.

Her.

She had waited, suffered, screamed into the void for so long. And the moment she was finally free, the moment she was finally able to speak, to touch, to exist—

She was still being denied.

She trembled above him, her vision flickering red, her instincts screaming at her to take him, to make him hers, to sink her fangs into him again, to claim him in the only way she knew how.

And yet—

He just stared.

Calm.

Silent.