Mated with a human

chapter 7

L U K E ’ S P O V

After putting my books back, I closed my locker and—of course—found that girl standing right in front of me with a smirk on her face.

“Can we be friends, please?” she asked, looking way too hopeful.

I stared at her coldly. “No.”

I didn’t wait for her reaction. I just started walking toward the canteen. But she followed me anyway, talking nonstop about who-knows-what. I didn’t listen. Not even a little. I kept walking in silence, pretending she didn’t exist.

She literally ran after me until we reached the canteen.

Walking in, I realised the place was huge… students everywhere, packed at tables, some already half done with their meals. I went straight to get food. She still followed, talking and smiling like we were best friends. I ignored her completely.

When I finished picking out what I wanted, I looked around for a place to sit—but there was nothing. Every seat was taken.

She stood beside me, nudging me with her arm. I looked down at her. She was definitely shorter than me.

“There’s a place at the corner where I usually eat,” she said. “Come.”

She walked off. I honestly didn’t have a choice, so I followed her. She sat at a table in the far corner. I sat across from her. People stared, whispering, judging—but I didn’t care.

While I ate, she kept talking. Nonstop. I focused on my food instead.

Then a commotion broke out.

I heard her gasp first, then the noise from the other students. I didn’t want to look… but I did anyway.

Some girl was on her knees on the floor, like she had dropped her food. She looked completely pitiful. No one moved to help her.

Behind her stood another girl with long grey hair, holding a glass of milk and smirking. Then she dumped the milk on the girl’s head. The entire canteen gasped.

Irritating. But not my business.

I looked away and kept eating.

The grey-haired girl shouted loud enough for the whole canteen to hear:

“What are you all worried for? This redhead is a new student! This is how I, the beauty queen of this school, welcome new students! So all the new kids—your turn is coming!”

She laughed and went back to her table like nothing happened.

The girl in front of me looked at me wide-eyed. “Did you hear what she just said? That means she’s coming for you too!”

I looked up at her slowly. “Can we please eat in silence?”

She nodded immediately like a bobbing chicken and finally kept quiet.

For the first time during this whole day… I ate in peace.

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D Y R A N ’ S P O V – PRIVATE VILLA

The house was still quiet when morning hit. I was still knocked out on the bed, exhausted from the party last night. I barely remembered getting back. I barely remembered the girl I came home with—except that she was human. And she had no idea she’d slept with a wolf.

Something moved beside me. A hand slid onto my waist.

My eyes opened a little, adjusting to the faint light slicing through the curtains.

I looked around, then sat up, pushing her away gently. She woke up slowly, rubbing her eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my temples. My head felt like hell.

She crawled up behind me, kissing my back and shoulder. “Morning,” she whispered.

I kept rubbing my temples, ignoring her kisses. My headache was getting worse. She climbed onto her knees and reached for my hands gently.

“Let me,” she said softly.

I let my hands fall, letting her massage my temples. I slowly started relaxing—

Then a knock ruined everything.

I growled. “Come in.”

Kyeran walked in, took one look at the scene, and smirked.

“Sorry to disturb,” he said, definitely not sorry.

I kept my eyes closed. “What do you want?”

“My sister is waiting downstairs for you.”

My eyes shot open. “Which one?”

He laughed while walking away. “How many do you have?”

I shot up immediately, grabbed my robe, and left the girl without a glance. I walked downstairs and saw Amara sitting there, drinking coffee. She stood up as soon as she saw me.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t know you cared about me so much that you’d track my location.”

She scoffed. “Do you think I have time to waste on you? Please. I have better things to do.”

She grabbed her bag. “Mother sent me. She said you must come home. She said it was urgent.”

She walked out without another word.

I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair. What now? What was so urgent?

I went upstairs to change. The girl was still on the bed, smiling at me.

“Come back to bed,” she said.

“I have to go somewhere,” I replied, heading into the bathroom.

I meant to take a quick shower.

But she followed me.

And… well… who was I to turn her away? Things got intense.

When we were finally done, I left the villa in my sports car, tires screeching, dust flying behind me as I tore down the road.

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L U K E ’ S P O V

Lunch ended too fast. Everyone scattered down the hallway toward their classrooms. June walked beside me, still rambling about something I didn’t understand. I didn’t even try to understand — I just kept walking.

We stepped into our classroom. Students were already inside, chattering loudly, swapping stories, laughing, complaining. I ignored all of them and walked to my desk.

That’s when I saw it.

An envelope.

Sitting right where I was seated before.

Written on top in neat handwriting: little boy.

And in the corner, a lipstick print. Definitely from a girl.

I stared at it for a second… then brushed it aside like it was nothing.

June sat down and immediately stared at me like she was waiting for me to tear it open. When she saw I wasn’t even looking at it, she leaned close and whispered:

“You should open it. Just see what’s inside.”

I replied, “It’s not mine.”

Her eyes widened. “It’s on your desk, Luke. On your side. And it literally says little boy. You’re a boy—”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Do I look like a little boy to you? And if the sender wanted me to open it, they’d come give it to me directly. Not dump it on my desk. I’m not interested.”

June blinked, stunned. “You seriously don’t know who sent it? It’s obviously from the beauty queen. Sofia. She’s the one who bullied that new student in the canteen.”

I didn’t respond.

June continued, “She said she’s welcoming every new student. Including you. If you won’t open the envelope, I’ll open it for you—”

Before she could touch it, I grabbed it first and threw her a cold look.

“No need.”

She lifted her hands in surrender and dropped it. Just then the teacher walked in and everyone quieted. The lesson started.

At the back row, Sofia sat with her arms folded, eyes on us, a smirk playing on her lips before she finally looked forward.

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M A N S I O N I N T H E W O O D S

The mansion was quiet. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful.

Cillian sat in the garden, sipping coffee, her posture elegant, calm — but her eyes sharp as a blade.

Dyran walked in through the side path, striding straight toward her. He didn’t sit.

“What was so urgent?” he asked coldly.

Cillian slowly lifted her eyes to him. “Where are your manners?” she said, voice low and icy. “I am your Queen. Your mother. Yet you speak to me without greeting… and you’re still standing?”

Dyran sighed heavily and finally sat, greeting her properly.

She scoffed and looked away, sipping her coffee in silence. The air between them thickened.

After a long moment, he spoke, “Mother… I hope you didn’t call me here just to watch you drink coffee. Can you talk? I have urgent things to deal with later.”

Her gaze snapped to him.

“Other urgent things? There is nothing more urgent than this. While you’re busy gallivanting… your father is thinking of replacing you.”

Dyran froze.

Replacing… him?

His brows tightened. “What do you mean?”

She leaned forward, voice turning colder.

“Must I spell everything out? If you’re not careful, someone else will be king. This is your throne. You are the heir. But with your stupidity, you keep pushing yourself into your father’s bad books. What exactly is going through that head of yours?”

Dyran’s jaw clenched. He hesitated… then asked:

“Do I have a brother I don’t know about?”

Cillian slammed her mug onto the table so hard the sound echoed. She stood abruptly, fury radiating from her.

“Are you insane?” she snapped. “How can there be another child? Your father is my mate — he can’t cheat on me. How dare you say something like that?”

Dyran rose to his feet too. “I was just asking. If not another child, then who? Who else is supposed to take the throne? No one but me.”

He exhaled sharply.

“Father was speaking out of anger. No one will sit on that throne while I’m alive.”

He turned away. “I’m leaving.”

Cillian watched him go, her mind spiraling into thoughts no one else could guess.

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