Mated with a human

chapter 13

DYRAN’S FIRST DAY AT THE COMPANY

The building was massive—glass walls, polished floors, high ceilings.

Everyone greeted Gerald with respect, bowing slightly as he walked.

They had seen Dyran around the palace before…

But never by Gerald’s side.

When the elevator opened, Gerald handed Dyran over to his assistant.

“Take him to his office,” Gerald instructed.

Dyran frowned.

Office? Already?

The assistant led him down a hallway until they reached a medium-sized office.

Not too big, not too small.

“Your father assigned you to handle contract organisation,” the assistant explained. “Signing order, accuracy, priority levels. All is in here.”

Dyran stared at the mountain of files.

“…Huh.”

Sometimes it was busy.

Sometimes boring.

But Dyran said nothing.

He silently sat down, rolled up his sleeves, and started working.

Gerald entered his own massive office and began reviewing international documents.

Both men worked—side by side, but far apart.

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FOURTH DAY OF SCHOOL

The first bell rang.

Students filled classrooms quickly, whispering, laughing, chattering—

Then stopped.

Sofia’s seat was empty.

“Where’s Sofia?” someone asked.

Molly sighed.

“I… I don’t know. She’s not answering her phone.”

Mr. Brown entered the room with a stack of papers.

“Assignments! Bring them forward.”

Students rushed to submit theirs.

Luke and June remained seated—they had already submitted theirs the previous day.

Luke sat upright, focused, calm.

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SOFIA — THE FEVER

Across town, Sofia lay in bed, wrapped in sweat-soaked sheets.

Her aunt pushed open the door, ready to scold her for oversleeping—

And froze.

Sofia’s forehead was burning.

Her skin pale.

“Oh my goodness…” her aunt whispered.

She ran to call the family doctor, hands shaking.

Then hurried to the kitchen to heat up soup, heart filled with worry.

Her beautiful niece—sick and vulnerable for the first time in a long time.

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Luke’s POV – At school

The bell rang, announcing lunch break.

I packed my books slowly, just wanting a little silence. But of course, June was already beside me—talking nonstop as usual.

We walked together to the canteen, bought our food, and headed to our usual corner table. I sat down and focused on eating. The canteen was unusually calm today. Peaceful. It was obvious why—the troublemaker wasn’t here. Sofia was absent, and honestly…the silence was refreshing.

June kept talking even while chewing. I’d already told her a thousand times that I liked eating quietly, but she never listened. When we finished, she suddenly stood up.

“Luke, come with me. I wanna show you something.”

I didn’t even bother refusing. She wouldn’t let me rest until I followed her anyway.

We left the canteen, walking through a few corridors and climbing a long staircase that spiraled up. When we reached a door at the top, she pushed it open and stepped outside.

The rooftop.

There was nothing there except a bench. She walked further ahead and gestured for me to come closer.

I joined her.

Immediately, the cool breeze brushed against my face. Refreshing. Calming. I inhaled deeply, letting the fresh air fill my lungs before slowly releasing it. From up here, I could see everything—the rows of faraway houses, tall trees swaying, birds flying freely. The view stretched so far, it almost didn’t feel like school anymore.

I turned to June—

And froze for a moment.

Her eyes were closed, and her hair…

I had never seen it down before. It was usually tied in a bun—low or high—but now it flowed freely down past her torso, dancing softly in the wind. Her face looked different with her hair like that. Softer. Brighter. Beautiful, even.

Her skin glowed under the sunlight, warm and light brown. Her eyebrows were neatly shaped. Her nose fit her face perfectly. And her lips—small, pink, glossy, like always.

I didn’t even realize I was staring until she opened her eyes and caught me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked. “Do you like my face?”

I inhaled sharply and looked away.

“Your face is not bad.”

She chuckled.

“I knew it. My face is beautiful.”

Then she asked, “How’s the view? Do you like it?”

Instead of answering, I looked at her.

“Why did you bring me here?”

She smiled softly.

“This is my favorite spot. I used to come here and eat lunch alone.”

Her smile faded slightly. “But I don’t come here anymore. Ever since—”

She stopped.

I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t.

“Ever since what?” I asked, facing her.

She looked up at me, hesitation in her eyes.

“Ever since I met you… ever since you became my friend. I now see you as my—” she paused, glanced down, then back up.

“I see you as my big brother.”

She smiled sweetly.

I looked at her quietly. I didn’t expect her to say that. Not at all.

“If you see me as your big brother,” I said calmly, “you wouldn’t have other thoughts about me.”

Her smile faded instantly.

I turned and started walking toward the door.

Behind me, she called out, “What did you just say? What do you mean by that?!”

I didn’t stop.

Her footsteps rushed behind me. Soon she ran ahead and blocked my way, eyes wide with confusion.

“What do you mean by that, Luke? Say it.”

I looked down at her, ready to speak—

But the bell rang.

Break time was over.

I walked past her, saying only, “We need to get back.”

She stood there for a second, stunned.

Then she followed me down the stairs without another word.

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At Gerald Group — In the Company…

Dyran was still seated in his office, buried in work, when the door suddenly opened. A beautiful woman walked in—dressed in a neat, formal outfit, heels clicking softly against the floor. She carried herself with confidence and grace.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Dyran. Here is your lunch,” she spoke softly.

He looked up…and paused.

For a moment, he froze as he took in her beauty—the way her long legs looked in heels, her perfect posture, her calm face. His voice dropped slightly.

“Is it…already lunch time?” he asked, checking his wristwatch.

She smiled politely. “Yes, sir. Mr. CEO instructed me to order your lunch. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so…I ordered my favourite.”

She placed the takeaway bag on his table.

Dyran got up slowly, walked around his desk, and opened the bag. Instantly, the rich aroma of lasagna filled the room. He inhaled deeply, smirking.

“Seems we already have something in common,” he murmured.

She blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

He chuckled quietly as he stood in front of her, hands sliding into his pockets. His eyes traveled down her body—her legs, her curves, her composed expression.

Noticing his gaze, she quickly tried to step back.

“Enjoy your lunch, sir,” she said, turning away.

Before she could leave, he gently grabbed her arm.

“Hey…wait. What’s the rush? I don’t bite.”

She looked at where he held her arm, then at his face, expression completely unreadable.

“I don’t think so, Dy…” she said calmly.

Dyran stiffened.

She…used his wolf name.

His face shifted into surprise. “You—”

She slowly removed his hand from her arm and straightened her posture.

“I know you’re a wolf.”

He smirked again. “Now that you know what I am…aren’t you supposed to be scared?”

She tilted her head slightly, as if analyzing him.

“No. The only person I should fear here…is your father. Not you.”

He stepped closer—so close his warm breath brushed her cheek. She didn’t move.

He lowered his head to her neck, lips almost touching her skin.

“I am not my father,” he whispered.

“He doesn’t like human blood…but I do. And right now…I’m craving yours.”

Still, she didn’t flinch.

Instead, she let him lean closer. His wolf stirred, hungry for a reaction—but she stayed calm, looking at him like she had already studied his soul.

His lips grazed her neck. He dragged his tongue slowly up to her cheek…then stopped, meeting her eyes. His eyes shifted from ocean blue to deep red.

She didn’t blink.

So he pushed further—he leaned in and kissed her, expecting her to push him away, slap him, something.

But she didn’t.

She kissed him back.

His body tensed in shock—his wolf roared with satisfaction. Her lips moved with his like they knew each other from a past life. Heat rushed through him.

When she finally pulled back, she gently pushed him away.

“Don’t try to intimidate me,” she said quietly.

“It won’t work.”

Then she turned and walked out of his office.

Dyran stood there frozen for a few seconds.

By the time he snapped out of it, she was gone.

He licked his lower lip slowly, smirk returning.

Then he grabbed his lasagna and sat down to eat, still unable to wipe that smile off.

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At School… After Lessons

The bell rang. Students packed their bags and rushed out.

Luke and June walked out together. June stopped him near the corridor.

“Luke…can I take you home again?” she asked shyly.

Luke paused. Adjusted his glasses.

“No, thank you. I’d like to walk alone today.”

He walked away toward the school gate. June hesitated, wanting to follow, but stopped herself and returned to her own car.