The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

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I watched him carefully–the way his posture held a tense pride, the fight line of his jaw, the restless twitch of his fingers against

the table. He wasn’t just upset–he was cornered.

“What kind of life do you want then?” I asked quietly.

“A life I actually choose,” he said, voice low. “Not one dictated by councils or tradition or centuries of dead men telling me who I

need to be.”

He let out a breath, leaning back slightly.

“Everyone expects the future Lycan King to want the crown more than his own damn heartbeat,” he muttered. “But power doesn’t

mean freedom. Not when your whole life is planned out before you can even talk.”

My chest tightened. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like, carrying a destiny that heavy.

“So you don’t get to choose your mate,” I murmured.

Kael’s laugh was sharp and humorless. “No. They pick for me. A pristine Luna from a noble family–someone who’ll look good

beside the throne and give the kingdom pretty heirs.”

He met my eyes again–and this time, there was no sarcasm to soften the truth.

“I don’t want my life to be a political transaction,” he said. “I want someone who sees me–not just the crown.”

His fingers stilled on the table. The silence stretched, thick with words he wasn’t saying out loud.

“And if you already found someone your father wouldn’t approve of I asked, though my voice came out much quieter than I

intended.

Kael didn’t so much as blink.

“I’d fight for her,” he said–like it was the easiest decision in the world. Like he’d already made it.

I opened my mouth to respond to Kael, but his attention suddenly shifted behind me.

And when I turned-

yeah.

Zayn.

He stood just a few steps away, like he’d been there long enough to hear… way too much. His eyes weren’t angry. They weren’t

anything. Just flat, unreadable.

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But his hands–holy shit.

His knuckles were a mess. Split skin. Dried blood.

Like he’d taken out all his emotions on a brick wall and the wall almost won.

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And for some stupid reason, I couldn’t look away from them.

What the hell happened?

Zayn’s gaze lingered on me for one heartbeat too long–and then he turned and walked straight out of the canteen. Not a word. Not

even a glare.

Somehow, that made it sting more.

Like he’d already decided I wasn’t worth reacting to.

I forced myself to breathe, swallowing down whatever that feeling was clawing up my chest.

Then my phone buzzed.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The screen lit up and my stomach knotted.

Unknown number:

You’re ignoring me.

A second message came right after:

Last warning.

I barely noticed Kael leaning closer until his voice dropped low. “You good?”

I locked the screen way too fast and shoved the phone toward my bag. “Yeah. It’s fine. Just–spam.”

He gave me a look that basically said

Nice try. Try harder.

“Aurora,” he said, and there was no teasing in it. “Show me.”

I hesitated–then sighed and handed him the phone.

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Kael wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t even blink at first. He just read the messages calmly… until his jaw clenched hard enough that I saw

muscle jump.

“That’s a threat,” he said, voice low but sharp.

“It could just be someone trying to-”

“It’s not a joke,” he cut in. “You get that, right?”

I didn’t answer, because yeah–I got it.

I’d been trying not to.

Kael stood up so fast his chair scraped loud across the tile. Heads turned.

He didn’t give a damn.

He held his hand out for mine.

“We’re going,” he said.

I blinked up at him. “Going where?”

“To find out who thinks they can mess with you,” he said. “And make sure they regret it.”

My heart did a weird flip I wished it wouldn’t. “Kael-”

“No,” he said, softer this time but still firm. “You’re not dealing with this by yourself.”

Before I could overthink it, his hand was on the small of my back–gentle but guiding–urging me up from the table.

“We’ll start with the Headmaster,” he added. “Someone’s gonna tell us what the hell is going on.”

And just like that, the gossip, the photo, the whispers–it all felt a lot less important.

I barely had time to grab my bag before Kael was already leading us toward the exit. His hand rested lightly against my back-

steady, protective–like he’d decided I was suddenly made of glass. Or maybe something worth guarding.

But the further we walked, the faster my pulse climbed. The walls fel like they were closing in–eyes tracking me, whispers rising,

every step heavier than the last.

Halfway across the courtyard, I pulled back.

“Kael,” I said, voice low.