The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 133

The Human Among Wolves

Chapter 133

I crossed my arms and mumbled, “Good. Because if you did, I sweard-”

“Kill me?” he offered, still half smiling. “You say that a lot.”

I sank down onto the couch beside him, curling my legs underneath me. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said without hesitation.

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“I’m serious,” I said, glaring, but it didn’t hold for long. A reluctant laugh escaped me, small but real.

He looked over at me, eyes softening a bit at the sound. “See? There’s that laugh,” he murmured. “Was starting to miss it.”

My breath caught for half a second, my chest tightening unexpectedly. I looked away, pretending to study the flicker of light from

the window. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said quietly, leaning back again. “But you like me anyway.”

I snorted, more to cover the weird warmth in my chest than anything else. “Keep dreaming.”

He smiled–an actual smile this time, not a smirk–and for a moment, neither of us said anything. The silence between us wasn’t

heavy anymore. It was easy. Comfortable, even.

“Hey,” Kael said after a while, his voice softer now. “For what it’s worth… you handled tonight better than most people would’ve.”

I glanced at him. “You mean aside from flashing you in your own apartment?”

He grinned. “Aside from that, yeah.”

I laughed again, shaking my head. “Thanks, I guess.”

He nudged my shoulder lightly with his. “Anytime.”

I reached for my phone on the coffee table, the screen lighting up the dim room in a cold blue glow. 4:55 a.m.

“Seriously?” I muttered under my breath, rubbing a hand over my tired face. “We should probably go to sleep–it’s… either really

late or really early.”

Kael, who’d been half–slouched on the couch across from me, stretched his arms over his head with a quiet groan. “Yeah,” he agreed,

voice low and rough from exhaustion. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I feel like it,” I said, forcing a small laugh. “But, uh… where should-?”

He didn’t even let me finish. “You’ll take the bed,” he said simply, already pushing himself up.

“What?” I blinked at him, startled. “No way. I can sleep on the couch it’s totally fine.”

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He gave me that look–that annoyingly confident, no–room–for–argument kind of look. “Not a chance, Princess.”

1 frowned, my voice soft but stubborn. “Kael, seriously, I don’t want to take your bed-

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He was already walking toward the hallway, glancing back over his shoulder. “Relax. I made it while you were in the shower. Clean sheets, fresh blankets. I’m not about to make you sleep on a couch.”

That stopped me for a second. “You… made your bed?”

He smirked faintly. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’m capable of adult things.”

I snorted quietly, standing up and grabbing my phone. “Right.”

The apartment had gone quiet again, except for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. The lights in the hallway were dim, the air warm and faintly scented with cedar and soap–him.

He stopped at the last door, pushing it open with an easy nudge of his shoulder. “Here,” he said, stepping aside to let me in.

The room was spacious but simple, like the rest of his apartment–dark walls softened by the glow of a single bedside lamp, clean gray sheets tucked perfectly over a king–sized bed. The bed looked soft enough to sink into and never wake up again.

I lingered in the doorway, hesitating. “You’re sure?” I asked quietly. I can seriously take the couch.”

He shook his head once, that stubborn edge back in his tone. “I said no, Princess. You’re exhausted. Get in the bed before you fall

over.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “You’re really bossy, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “Get used to it.”

I rolled my eyes but stepped past him into the room, the warmth wrapping around me like a blanket. “Fine. But if you sleep on the

couch and end up with a sore back, that’s on you.”

“I’ll survive.” He leaned against the doorframe, watching me quietly for a moment. “Goodnight, Aurora.”

The way he said my name–softly, like it meant something–made something tighten in my chest. I swallowed hard, pretending not

to notice.

“Goodnight, Kael,” I murmured, climbing into the bed. The sheets were cool and smelled faintly like him.

He lingered for a moment longer, then nodded and turned away, closing the door halfway behind him as he went back down the

hall.

For a few minutes, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of him moving in the living room–the soft thud of a blanket being unfolded, the sigh of the couch springs, and finally, silence.

Only then did I let out a slow breath and close my eyes.

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