Chapter 44 Does He Knows
SERAPHINA
Dante’s words clung to me like a shadow long after he disappeared down the corridor, echoing through my mind even as 1 changed in the bathroom stall.
“Disaster always follows those who think they can outrun destiny.”
My footsteps echoed too loudly in the empty dormitory hallway, the overhead lights flickering like even they were uncertain. But it wasn’t just what Dante said, it was how he said it. It hadn’t felt like a warning.
It felt like a countdown had begun.
As if I’d already triggered something I couldn’t undo.
What was it?
I inhaled slowly, trying to shake the weight of his gaze–the steel certainty in his voice. But it lingered in my chest like smoke. Thick. Suffocating. Toxic.
What had I done?
I survived. I fought back. I protected myself… my future. But in doing so, had I tugged on a thread that kept something far darker at bay?
My steps slowed as I reached the dormitory floor. My pulse quickened again, but not because of Dante this time.
Because of him.
Ronan.
The moment I pushed the door open, I felt it a shift in the air. It was thick with tension, heavy with dominance, threaded with something wild and feral. The room was dimly lit and there he was.
Seated on his bed like a fallen king, his posture relaxed, but his wolf’s eyes were anything but. Violet and sharp, they burned like twin embers in the low light, locking onto mine with bone–deep intensity.
My heart kicked into a sprint.
I had hoped–stupidly–that he would’ve gotten bored. That he’d moved to another room. That he was done with me.
But he wasn’t done.
He hadn’t even started, I could tell from his gaze.
“You’re late,” Ronan murmured, voice low and smooth–lethal in its calm. “I was starting to think you ran away.”
His gaze dragged slowly over me, possessively, pausing far too long at my chest.
I froze by the door, hand tightening around the knob. “What are you still doing here?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned back with a slow, predatory stretch, the tight black shirt clinging to the ridges of his torso. Shadows curled along his sharp jawline, making him look like he’d been carved from storm clouds and stone.
“I sold you,” he said evenly “This is our room now.”
My Ingath caught in my throat.
Had he completely ignored what I said? That I wasn’t into men? That I didn’t like him?
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1- told you, I’m noi- My voice faltered.
Before I could fuush, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside–never breaking eye contact. The smooth, deliberate way he moved made my skin thush despite myself
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“What?” he asked, voice slow, dangerous. “Not undressing?”
Panic clawed up my spine as realization struck.
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I spun around, reaching for the door–but in the blink of an eye, two strong hands slapped onto the wood on either side of me, caging me in..
I froze, trapped between the cold door and the heat of his body. His chest brushed my back, close enough for me to feel every breath.
“Seth Darven,” he whispered, his breath warm against my hair as he leaned in, inhaling. “Did you really think you could toy with me and get away with it?”
My throat dried instantly. His voice, it wasn’t just low. It sank into me, stirring something primal in my wolf, something that no other man had ever touched.
“Did you not realize…” he continued, voice a dangerous purr, “that the watch dog you seduced would bite if you tried to abandon him?”
Those words–those words–landed like sparks on dry tinder.
The moment 1 feh the unmistakable pressure of his chest pressing into my back, my body reacted before I could think. Spinning around, I raised my hands to shove him away-
But he was already prepared. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to his chest. “Not again. Tonight you are not running
out of this room.
His whisper sent chills straight to my bones. I slammed my heel into his foot, using the jolt of surprise to wrench one arm free and shove him backwards. Not graceful, not clean–but enough to make him stumble. I didn’t look back. I ran. But the next second, he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me on the bed.
My body bounced two times on his bed as I watched him climbing on the bed. I turned to get out but he pulled me back by my leg, causing me to fall face–down on the bed. My chest pressed into his mattress, my arms beneath me, and he seemed to be using just enough of his weight to pin me in place, without fully crushing me.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I snapped, breath catching as panic surged the moment he climbed over me and I realised how dangerous of a position we were in, “Let me go!” I shouted, this time really terrified of his intentions.
He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“What are you so scared of? Me? I wonder why?”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“What the hell are you talking about?!” I snapped, my voice sharp, but my panic sharper. “Why the fuck would I be scared of you? Sure, your creepy actions are making my skin crawl, but that’s not fear–it’s disgust.”
I twisted, struggling beneath him. “You’re pinning a man to your bed and asking me, What I’m afraid of” 1 let out a bitter laugh. “Is this your idea of proving how powerful you are? Is this how desperate you are to feel superior–by doing something this sick?”
If I couldn’t outmatch him physically, I had to get in his head so that I could break this dangerously close proximity. Throw him off. Push him back where it hurts most. His pride as a man.
“Don’t you feel disgusted. Ronan?” Hussed. “Doing this to a man?”
The room drujiped into heavy silence—thick, suffocating. For two seconds. I thought I got him but then came a chuckle,
Low Suft. Dangerous.
A shaver snaked down my spine
“Man” he repeated. Its leath grazing my car, cach word slower, darker, more deliberate than the last. “You move too
uefully. Always on alert. Always calculating”
Hp igers brushed the curve of my waist and I instantly stiffened
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“You dodge every touch like it might burn you. You flinch when someone brushes passed. You never undress in front of anyone, not once. You sleep fully clothed. You walk like you’re hiding something buried under your skin.”
My breath caught, frozen in my chest.
“You mask your scent. You’ve never shifted, not even in combat.”
He paused, just long enough to let the weight of his words settle into my bones like ice.
“And you shower every night.” he whispered. “Alone. In the middle of the night. Like you’re scrubbing something away that no one’s supposed to see.
I nearly stopped breathing.
Each word carved deeper than the last. He’d been watching me. Not just casually, not in passing.
He’d studied me.
Observed
Measured.
And he’d seen far more than I ever intended.
“Seth Darven.” he murmured, dragging me out of the storm of my own thoughts.
He hovered above me still–calm, quiet, predatory. Like a wolf savoring the stillness before the kill.
And then-
“And you look away from my manhood when we both had the same beast between our legs,” his hand slid from my waist, slowly rising-
Toward my breast.
“Or not?”
I snapped.
Fueled by sheer panic, I twisted violently beneath him, shoving with every ounce of strength I had. He staggered just enough for me to slip free, and I scrambled upright, heart hammering, breath shallow.
“If you ever play this sick game with me again,” I growled, voice raw and shaking as I yanked open the door. “I’ll kill you.”
I didn’t look back.
I bolted
It wasn’t until I rounded the corner of the hallway that my knees gave out. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down like a puppet with its strings cut
My lungs heaved, my fingers trembling as I clutched my chest.
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