The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

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I tightened the towel around my waist, took a deep breath, and cracked the door open. The apartment outside was quiet, lit only by

the golden glow from a lamp near the couch. Kael was sitting there, leaned back, scrolling on his phone. He looked too relaxed for

someone who’d just gone through what we had.

Perfect. Maybe he wouldn’t even look up.

I stepped out quietly, my bare feet cold against the floor. Every step made my heart beat faster, the air outside the bathroom cooler

against my still–wet skin. My backpack was right there–on the couch. Just a few more steps.

I crouched down, trying not to make a sound, and started unzipping it.

Kael’s voice came out of nowhere. “Forget something?”

I jumped, my hand slipping, the zipper making a loud, sharp sound that echoed in the room.

“I–uh–no!” I stammered, eyes wide.

He tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You sure? ‘Cause you look kinda guilty there, Princess.”

My face burned. “I’m fine. I just—”

And then it happened.

The towel slipped.

It started slow, just loosening around my waist, and before I could grab it–before I could breathe–it fell.

Straight to the floor.

For one horrifying heartbeat, I froze. My brain completely stopped functioning. Then I gasped, dropped to grab it, and in a full panic, did the dumbest thing imaginable.

I snatched the towel off the floor and threw it–straight at Kael’s head.

It hit him square in the face with a soft thud, wrapping around himke a wet ghost.

“Don’t look!” I yelled, mortified, clutching my underwear from the bag and bolting toward the hallway.

From under the towel, his muffled voice came through, startled and Half laughing. “What the-?”

“I said don’t look!” I screamed again, my voice high and breathless as I sprinted toward the bathroom.

He started laughing–actually laughing–his shoulders shaking under the towel as he tried to peel it off.

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“Oh, come on,” he managed between chuckles, “you could’ve just wrapped it back around yourself-”

“Shut up!” I screamed. “Do not–do not–say a single word!”

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I sprinted back into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and pressed my back against it, breathing hard. My heart was racing, my skin burning, my dignity completely gone.

On the other side of the door, Kael’s voice came through–amused, calm, absolutely insufferable.

“You know, Princess,” he called lightly, “I wasn’t looking.”

“Good!” I yelled back. “Keep it that way!”

There was a pause. Then his voice again, teasing, low.

“Shame, though.”

“Kael!”

His laughter echoed through the apartment again, easy and warm, and despite my humiliation, I couldn’t stop the small, strangled laugh that escaped me.

I buried my burning face in my hands, shaking my head.

“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself. “I’m never living this down.”

By the time I’d finally managed to pull on my clothes, my face was still burning. The oversized T–shirt hung loosely on me, the hem

brushing against my thighs, and my damp hair clung stubbornly to my shoulders. I took one last look in the mirror, trying to

convince myself I didn’t look like someone who had just launched a towel at a guy’s head while completely naked.

I failed miserably.

“Get it together,” I muttered under my breath, exhaling hard.

When I cracked the bathroom door open, the apartment was quiet again. The only sound came from the soft hum of the fridge. For

a second, I thought maybe Kael had gone to his room–maybe he’d decided to let me live this down.

I should’ve known better.

As I stepped into the living room, I spotted him exactly where I’d left him–lounged on the couch, one arm draped casually over the backrest, the towel I’d thrown at him now hanging neatly around his shoulders like some kind of victory prize.

He looked up when he heard me, and that stupid smirk spread across his face immediately.

“Well,” he said, voice low and teasing, “that was quite the show.”

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I stopped dead in my tracks. “Don’t.”

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“What?” he asked, feigning innocence, though the sparkle in his eyes ruined the act completely. “I’m just saying–if you wanted my

attention, you could’ve just asked.”

I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said easily, leaning back with that infuriating grin. “That’s why you threw a towel at me instead of putting it back

on.”

I glared at him. “It was a panic reaction.”

“Looked more like a personal attack.”

“Kael.”

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “Relax. I didn’t see anything.”

I raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “Promise?”

His smirk softened just a little, eyes flicking briefly away before he said, “Promise.”