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.

Astron's voice cut through the haze, steady and firm, a tether pulling her back.

Her body stiffened slightly, her grip on his uniform tightening. But? What did he mean, but?

"It's not the time right now," he continued, his voice calm but deliberate. "For now, you can't."

Her breath caught.

Can't?

She felt the flicker of her previous frustration curling at the edges of her mind, the burning need to resist, to argue, to fight back.

But—

His grip on her back remained warm. Present. Not as restraint, not as rejection, but as a silent assurance.

"You'll endure for me, won't you?"

His voice was low, quiet, threading through her like something solid, something unshakable.

She should have fought it. She should have resisted. She should have refused.

But instead—

Her lips parted, and the word slipped past them before she even thought about it.

"Yes."

A trance.

That's what it felt like.

Like she had fallen into something deep, something inevitable, something she couldn't escape.

"Good," he murmured.

She barely had time to process the word before she felt it—

His hand shifting.

His fingers lifting.

And then—

The tip of his index finger pressing gently against her lips.

"Here." His voice was softer now, closer. "Take a drink. And leave the control to Maya."

Her pupils dilated, her body shuddering slightly at the weight of his words.

"But don't forget," he continued, his violet eyes locked onto hers, unwavering. "I will be there."

The promise coiled around her like a chain, like a lifeline.

He would be there.

She wasn't disappearing.

She wasn't being erased.

She wasn't being buried again.

He would be there.

That was enough.

Her lips parted slightly, and without hesitation, she took his finger into her mouth.

Her fangs sank in.

A sharp puncture, the familiar warmth of his blood flooding against her tongue, into her throat, curling through her veins.

And this time—

It wasn't just about the hunger.

It wasn't just about possession.

It was trust.

Pure. Unquestioning. Absolute.