The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350

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He saw the moment it hit me. He didn’t react-not with cruelty, not with atisfaction. His face remained impossibly calm, but his eyes… his eyes devoured every flicker of pain crossing mine. Quietly. Patiently. Absorbing it like nourishment.

“But they still betrayed you.”

My throat tightened. The words clawed their way out, thin and uneven. “If they were so loyal… why lie? Why hide me? Why keep me from

you?”

Annoyance flickered across his expression-not fury, not surprise, just a soft, sharp annoyance that implied my question was beneath him.

“They grew attached,” he said, the word laced with disdain. “A mistake. They forgot their purpose. Forgot who held their leash.”

Attached.

The implication hit me harder than his earlier truths. My stomach twisted so violently I had to swallow against the nausea rising in my throat.

“Affection,” he continued, almost spitting the word, “was never part of their task. They were meant to guard you, shape you, keep you alive until your powers surfaced-nothing more.”

His fingers came back to my jaw, pressing just firmly enough to anchor me in place.

“But they began to think you were theirs.”

He let out a small, humorless laugh, bitter and cold. “Imagine that. Two witches believing they could claim my blood.”

My pulse pounded so hard I felt the pressure reverberate through my skull my ribs, my teeth.

“And when the time came to return you to me,” he said, lowering his voice “they disobeyed.”

“Zayn will find me,” I whispered. The words came out on a quake of breath thin and desperate. “He will. And-

He laughed

A seal laugh

Sharp Amused Cruel

it cut through my vidce, through my hope, through the entire cou

“No,” he said, shaking his head slowly-as if correcting a child who insist the sky was grown. “He won’t”

My breath fractured

“It isn’t just distance,” he said “You aren’t in the same ravelry’

He leaned in, and his voicy lowered, colder, heavivi

“You aren’t even on the same continent.”

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The world tilted.

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The floor seemed to sway under my feet.

My fingers scraped against the wall behind me, trying to find something slid, something real, something that didn’t feel like it was crumbling

beneath me.

Not the same continent.

My mind spiraled, scrambling, clawing for logic, for possibility, for any path that didn’t lead to the suffocating realization settling like chains

around my ribs.

He watched it all.

Watched the panic unravel me thread by thread.

“Zayn could search for a lifetime,” he said almost conversationally, “and still die before coming anywhere near you.”

No.

No, that couldn’t be true.

He wouldn’t-

He couldn’t-

My breath trembled out of me in a weak, uneven exhale.

He stepped closer again, his shadow enveloping me completely.

“You belong to me, Aurenya,” he murmured. “And no one-not your mate,ot those witches, not your parents, not anyone-will take you from

me again.”

He finally released my jaw. My skin burned where his fingers had been, a phantom pressure lingering like a bruise beneath the surface. He stepped back just enough to look me over one more time, his gaze sweeplig my face, my posture, the tremble in my throat-as if committing

every detail to memory.

Then he turned.

Just turned.

As though he hadn’t just dismantled my entire reality.

As though the revelations weren’t still echoing in the room.

As though the terror flooding through my veins meant nothing.

His footsteps were slow, unhurried, the sound of a man walking away frong something he already owned. His hands clasped behind his back, his posture calm–as if inspecting a piece of property he knew no one else wild dare to touch

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He reached the door, lifted his hand-

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Then paused.

A cold wave swallowed me whole when he turned back around. His eyes found mine again, pinning me in place with the same effortless command he’d held since the moment he spoke my name.

“You’ll get food soon,” he said.

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