The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378

Aurora

After breakfast, he didn’t say much.

He didn’t need to.

One look from him-cold, unreadable, like he was observing a painting rather than a person-was enough to keep every word trapped in my throat. He finished eating long before I did and stood up without a sound. Just placed his napkin down, smoothed the sleeve of his

suit, and said:

“Return to your room.”

The maid appeared instantly, bowing her head to him before motioning for me to follow. I walked behind her, every step too loud in the silence of that enormous house. When she led me back into the room, she didn’t meet my eyes. She just guided me in…

…and locked the door from the outside.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the handle as if it might turn again. It didn’t.

Eventually, I moved to the bed and sat on the edge, my fingers twisting into the blanket to keep them from trembling. The quiet pressed in thickly, the kind that filled my lungs until breathing felt heavy. The room was warm, too warm, and the air smelled faintly of roses

but none of it softened the knot in my stomach.

We barely spoke at breakfast, but the way he watched me…

The way his eyes followed every movement…

There was something beneath that calm exterior. Something too controlled. Too focused. Like he was studying every reaction, every breath, cataloguing me for a purpose he didn’t bother to hide.

Hours slipped by without me realizing it. I didn’t move from the edge of the bed. I just kept staring at the door, waiting for something-

anything-to happen. My wolf was still silent, curled somewhere deep inside me, unreachable under the weight of that damn mark on my

wrist. The quiet in my own head scared me almost more than the quiet in the room.

Then-footsteps.

Soft at first.

Then clearer.

Closer.

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its breath with me.

Metal clicked.

The lock turned.

Slowly.

The door opened, and he stepped inside.

Sergei Morozov didn’t move like other men. He didn’t hurry. He didn’t hesitate. He filled the doorway with that tall, cold presence, his eyes sweeping the room first- walls, window, vanity-before finally settling on me.

changed instantly.

Tightened.

Thickened.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded louder than a slam. For a heartbeat, he just stood there, watching me the way someone watches a candle flame-quiet, patient, waiting to see which way it will flicker.

Then he took a single step forward.

And another.

Slow. Controlled. Measured.

My breath lodged in my chest, trapped and burning.

When he finally stopped a few feet in front of me, he tilted his head slightly, as if considering something. The silence stretched until my

nerves felt stretched thin enough to snap.

Then, in a voice low and unhurried, he said:

“Strip.”

I froze.

Everything inside me went still, like the air had been sucked out of the room.

My fingers curled in my lap. My legs locked in place. My throat tightened so painfully I couldn’t swallow.

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Chapter 378

I understood too well.

“No.” I breathed-but it wasn’t even a real word. It was just a sound. A plea that barely made it past my lips.

He didn’t react.

Not with anger.

Not with confusion.

Just that same calm, unreadable stare that made my skin crawl.

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