The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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“What… what the hell are you doing here?” His voice cut through the air, sharp and cold, every syllable like ice against my skin. His eyes were fixed on me, stormy and unreadable, a mixture of anger, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite place. My chest tightened, and I felt like I’d been caught

somewhere I didn’t belong.

*I… I was waiting for you,” I stammered, words tumbling out before I could think My palms were clammy, and I fumbled with the edge of my sleeve. “About… the thing you said you’d help me with.”

For a heartbeat, his expression softened–or maybe it was just recognition flickering across his features. “Oh… yeah. Right. I’m sorry,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in that way that made him look both frustrated and distracted. “Something came up. We can do it another time.”

My stomach sank, disappointment knotting in my chest. I had been counting on him, had imagined this moment all morning, and now it felt like it had been

swept away.

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He shifted his gaze behind me, to Zade. Zade’s posture was perfect, controlled, like a predator ready to move.

“The King is waiting for you in the car,” Zayn said, voice clipped. “You should go. I’ll call you later. We… we need to talk.”

Zade started toward the door, long strides closing the distance with his usual, intimidating grace. I watched him go, but then, just as he reached the doorstep, he paused. Slowly, deliberately, he turned back to me, eyes glinting with that teasing, confident smirk that made my stomach twist.

“Nice to meet you, beautiful.”

I almost rolled my eyes at the nickname, but my tongue froze. My throat felt tight, my hands clammy. I wanted to snap at him, to tell him he had no right to talk to me like that, but the words refused to come.

Before I could say anything, Zade opened the door fully and stepped out, leaving silence in his wake. The only sound was the faint hum of the Academy

corridors beyond.

I turned back to Zayn, who had been watching the exchange quietly. He raised an eyebrow, expression sharp, that familiar unreadable look settling on his

face.

Zayn’s gaze lingered on me, sharp and piercing, and I felt like he was dissecting very thought I had. His brow furrowed slightly, the muscle twitching in that way he always did when something didn’t make sense to him.

“That nickname,” he finally said, voice low but edged with curiosity, “what the fuk did he call you?”

I hesitated, my fingers curling nervously around the strap of my bag. “B–beautiful I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Beautiful?” His tone shifted, half disbelief, half something I couldn’t place–angg, maybe, or irritation. He stepped closer, crossing his arms, his eyes narrowing. “He called you… that?”

“I… yeah,” I muttered, cheeks warming. “He said it like… like a joke or something I don’t know. Don’t read into it.”

Zayn’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he tilted his head, studying me like he was trying to figure out whether I was lying or just naive. “Hm. “Beautiful,‘ huh?” He shook his head slowly, exhaling through his nose. “I should probably tell him to watch his mouth…”

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I blinked at him, heart thudding in my chest. “W–what do you mean?”

He let out a humorless laugh, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You think I’m joking, but trust me… He knows how to push people’s buttons. And I

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don’t like people pushing yours. Not like that.”

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For a heartbeat, his gaze softened, just slightly, letting a flicker of something human peek through the storm. Then it hardened again. “Next time… call me before knocking on his door. Saves a lot of awkward moments.”

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