Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

(Ari)

ns Vichars

“Not you. Your name is not on the list. One of your professors didn’t sign your clearance. You are not allowed to leave the academy tomorrow, Mr. Gray.”

Satan was up to something. I felt it. He didn’t taunt me during lessons although he still sparred with me like I was his worst enemy… although maybe it was partly my fault because he caught me grinning upon seeing the bruise on his jaw the day after Aidan lost his mind and fought him.

It was a picture-worthy sight. That was also the time I learned that if the prince himself fought Satan, it would take him three days to heal although it was the same with Aidan since his shoulder also took him a few days to recover.

Since then, Satan’s punches and kicks hit harder and I had to cough blood after every lesson as if he was letting out all his frustrations and hatred through the spar although I made sure that only the four corners of the bathroom would witness me. helpless like that. Seeing me bleed and bruise hard was a victory I would never give him.

So, this was how he wanted to get his revenge.

I’d looked forward to tomorrow. It was our first break after all that rigorous training, the day when I could have had morning o night all to myself outside the academy, the day when the Alpha King handed a mission to his son that’s why Aidan wouldn’t be able to hunt me down and Sebastian was visiting his pack house. It was my one day of freedom away from those domineering men, away from all the alphas in this place, away from Satan himself.

And he was denying it to me?

Even if the head of the guards didn’t say a name, I knew in an instant that it was Laurent. But I still had to confirm it.

Who didn’t sign my clearance?” I asked.

Professor Laurent. You can try talking to him, see if he changes his mind,” he added after seeing my shoulders drop.

Damn it.

knew I did well in my other lessons. The rest of my professors were more tolerable. I didn’t get perfect scores. There were ilways questions that I couldn’t answer not because I didn’t know but because I didn’t have enough time to use my mana to decipher every question. I was dyslexic, that’s why my tutors when I was young all had a difficult time teaching me.

They didn’t know what was wrong with me, they didn’t know why I couldn’t read simple sentences. I’d been laughed at and called dumb too many times in my life by people who were quick to judge which broke my dad’s heart.

He said it must have been because of the accident I had when I was young that affected my brain and memories although August said that there were similar cases in the human realm. That was how we found out about humans with dyslexia and why dad was forced to admit that my mom was a half human and half mage.

I could have handled the lessons. August taught me how to do it with a spell. But my mana was often drained after the spar with Satan. He was our first subject. After my time with him, my mana was almost depleted although I tried to get high

scores.

While the students behind me started gossiping after my clearance was denied, I was planning Satan’s murder in my head.

Tonight.

I turned my back from the long line of students and marched towards a specific direction. It was almost nine in the evening. Satan was still in his office. I could still see a flicker of light in there. My chest was heaving as I stormed inside and didn’t

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bother knocking. He was a mannerless son of a demon; he didn’t deserve that kind of politeness from me.

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I was too engulfed in my own rage that I didn’t notice the sounds coming from his office right away. It was too late when it finally sank in my mind.

Satan was with a woman. Another professor from another year. And they were not discussing lesson plans.

He had Ms. Gil bent down his desk, her skirt gathered around her waist, as he rammed inside her.

“Oh, Bradley! So good!” she chanted, her face and her exposed breasts flushed. “More please!”

He smacked her on her butt. “Quiet.”

She moaned loudly, earning another spank from him which seemed to drive her crazier as he thrust deep inside her before casually looking up in my direction. Our gazes locked. His usually crisp white shirt was unbuttoned. I could see his muscular chest and abs from here. With his fierce eyes as he drove himself inside her relentlessly, I somehow understood why Ms. Gil was like this.

Satan was like a fallen god, some of the strands of his long platinum-blonde hair slipped from his man bun, making him ook hotter than intended.

He was powerful. Magnificent. Stunning. Merciless.

A real heartbreaker.

‘Gray…” he whispered with utter nonchalance. “Would you like to join?”

Ms. Gil looked up. Upon seeing me, her eyes widened. But only for a while. She smiled shyly as if the thought of me joining was appealing to her. Her cheeks turned redder. She liked it. This pervert liked being watched. By me. Especially at the possibility of me joining them.

As if that would ever happen.

smiled and casually walked in.

You forgot to sign my clearance, professor.” I pulled a chair and sat right in front of Ms. Gil who was shaking like a leaf and panting like a dog in heat. Years of lessons about this made me certain she was about to come. “I can stay and watch until it’s over. How long is this going to take anyway? I don’t have much time. I still have to pack my things for tomorrow.”

I cupped Ms. Gil’s cheeks and playfully winked at her. Her pupils were blown. Her breathing became more erratic. This was iny woman’s dream. To be surrounded by two of the most beautiful alphas in the academy, or so I heard from the kitchen staff.

‘Don’t touch her,” Satan grunted as if me touching his lover would give them some sort of a virus. “Just hand me the paper.”

I kept my cool and stood beside him, desperately ignoring the way his long and thick cock slipped inside another woman, ignoring the filthy sound it created. He was still inside her as he signed my clearance quickly as if he wanted me out of here as soon as possible.

I understood why though.

I was intruding.

I showed him my brightest smile. “Thank you, Satan. Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.” I caressed Ms. Gil’s sweaty face. “I’ll see you around, professor.”

As soon as I closed the door, I heard Ms. Gil’s muffled screams. “I’m coming!”

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