Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940 215.6 - Finally

"You can't be with me," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, "because if you do, then the whole world will hunt you."

Her entire body stilled.

"And I don't want you to be hunted."

The moment she heard those words—"I don't want you to be hunted"—her body trembled.

A sharp, involuntary shudder ran through her, something deep, something visceral.

It wasn't from fear.

It wasn't from anger.

It was something worse.

Something she couldn't place.

Because she had always known.

She had known from the very start that Maya and Astron had tried to hide her. That whenever Maya felt herself slipping, she would force control back, suppressing her, pushing her down.

She had known that they were afraid of what she was.

Afraid of what would happen if she was revealed.

And she had hated it.

She had resented being treated like something that needed to be contained.

Like something dangerous.

But hearing it like this—

Hearing it from him—

Feeling the steady warmth of his hands against her back, the solid weight of his presence as he held her together—

She shook again.

Her breath hitched, her fingers twitching against his uniform, gripping at nothing, clinging to something she couldn't even name.

It was suffocating.

This feeling was suffocating.

Because it wasn't rejection.

It wasn't disgust.

It wasn't fear.

It was concern.

For her.

For her.

Not for Maya.

Not for the hesitation.

Not for the restraint.

For the part of her that no one was supposed to see.

For the part of her that wasn't supposed to exist.

And then—

His voice again, calm, steady, undeniable.

"I don't want you to be gone, or be locked up permanently."

His hand moved, slow, deliberate, a careful weight pressing against the back of her head as he patted her.

The motion sent another shiver down her spine, something strange, something foreign, something that made her shake more.

'This… feeling… again…'

She had never known it.

Had never even considered it.

Her world had always been hunger and anger and obsession.

Wanting and never having.

But this—

This quiet, steady concern that wrapped around her, that settled into her chest and made it ache—

She didn't know what to do with it.

Her lips parted, but no sound came.

No rage.

No demands.

Just silence.

And then—

"Really?"

Her voice was hoarse, unsteady.

She hated that.

Hated how weak she sounded.

Hated that the fire inside her was flickering, cracking under something she didn't understand.

She forced the next words out, forced them through her teeth.

"Doing it for me?"

Astron didn't hesitate.

Didn't waver.

Didn't leave her any space to doubt.

"Yes."

His voice was firm, certain, like it was fact.

And it made her tremble all over again.

His arms didn't loosen around her, didn't shift away—

He held her.

Not to restrain her.

Not to control her.

Not to force her back into the dark.

But simply to be there.

"Do you think I don't care about you?" he asked, his voice quieter, but no less steady.

Her breath hitched again.

"If I didn't really care about you, would I be here to give you my blood?"

His fingers pressed lightly against her back—once, twice, slow, steady.

"Would I be here to listen to you?"

Something inside her snapped.

Not in the way it usually did.

Not in anger.

Not in madness.

Not in desperation.

But in recognition.