CHAPTER 37: KISSING KAITO?

Angela’s eyes flew open. Her head spun so badly she wished she could close her eyes and sleep again. The memory of that strange dream rushed back—the one where she was a werewolf with a wolf side called Mighty Storm. It had felt so real that for a second, she truly believed it. She had been scared of what she saw, scared of what she had become. But thank the moon it was just a dream.

Wait. Why was she thanking the moon? She had never said anything like that before. That wasn’t something normal for her.

She shifted, trying to sit up. But the surface under her back felt hard, not like the soft couch she remembered falling asleep on. She looked around and realized she had been lying on the floor the whole time. Her heart skipped. How did she get here?

Then it hit her. Everything from earlier wasn’t a dream. It had really happened. She was a werewolf now. And she had a wolf spirit called Mighty Storm inside her. Angela sat still for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it. It was too much to take in, but there was no time to think because suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by a voice she recognized—Kaito.

Panic rushed through her. She scrambled to get up, but her head hurt so badly she had to hold it with her palm. She was about to open the door when she froze. She looked down and gasped. She was bare-chested. If Kaito saw her like this, it would all be over. He would know she was a girl pretending to be a boy. Then, he would report her to the Academy, and she would be kicked out and punished.

Worse, she would have to go back to her uncle.

And Uncle Toga—he wouldn’t waste time. He would sell her off this time for sure. Maybe not to the West Pack. Maybe to somewhere far worse.

"Kaito? He is our boyfriend," Mighty Storm said suddenly, sounding way too happy. Her voice echoed with excitement.

Angela blinked, confused. "Is everyone my boyfriend now?" she asked, annoyed and panicking at the same time.

There was no time to argue with the wolf in her head. She grabbed her oversized shirt and quickly put it on. She ran to the mirror and checked her reflection. Her eyes were no longer glowing. The strange light that had covered her chest was gone too.

"But you like him," her wolf said again, softer this time, but still sure.

"No, he is just my roommate," Angela said firmly as she walked toward the door.

"No, we like him," her wolf whispered again, full of excitement.

Angela let out a deep sigh and ignored her. She turned the lock and opened the door, but before she could say a word, Kaito’s fist came flying toward her face. He stopped just in time, his knuckles barely an inch away from her. If he hadn’t held back, he would have punched her. Hard.

Her heart jumped. Not out of fear, but because her body was already weak, her head pounding like a drum. She didn’t want to imagine how much worse it would’ve been if he hadn’t stopped himself.

"Mate... he is our mate!" Mighty Storm cheered, her voice filled with joy. Angela froze.

Mate?

That word echoed in her chest like a bell. She didn’t need anyone to explain it. She knew what it meant, and it scared her more than anything else. No way. There had to be a mistake. Her and Kaito? That couldn’t be. She would figure it out later, but right now, she refused to believe it.

Still... his scent was different tonight. Sweeter. Stronger. Like something smoky and warm. And it pulled at something deep inside her. A part of her wanted to step forward, wrap her arms around him, and just breathe him in.

"Do it! Hug him!" Mighty Storm wagged her tail, clearly enjoying herself.

Angela shook her head, forcing the voice away. Kaito wasn’t happy. She could see it in his eyes.

"What the hell were you doing inside?" he asked sharply as he stepped in and started looking around the room.

Angela stood still, unsure of what to say. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

"I-I..." she stuttered, her mind completely blank. Mighty Storm wasn’t helping. She kept shouting the same thing again and again—tell him you’re his mate, and everything will be fine.

But Angela knew it wouldn’t. That truth wouldn’t fix anything. It would only destroy everything.

"You’re not saying anything," Kaito said, shaking his head as he stared at her, clearly confused. The way he looked at her made it obvious he knew something was off. Angela tried her best to act normal.

"I had a migraine," she said softly, rubbing her forehead.

He didn’t reply. But the expression on his face said it all—I don’t believe you.

She could see it. He didn’t trust her answer, and instead of walking away, he started moving closer. Step by step. She felt panic rising in her chest. Was he beginning to figure it out? Did he know the truth?

Her heart skipped a beat. Earlier, she had sensed him even when he was nowhere near her. Could he feel her too? Could he sense that she was not just his roommate but his mate? Could he already tell that she was not a boy?

Her heartbeat became louder and faster as she backed away until her back hit the wall. Then it hit her—she hadn’t tied her wrap. Her oversized shirt hung loosely on her, and she could feel the way her chest moved with every breath. She was exposed.

Angela wished she could vanish. She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. But it didn’t. Instead, she was stuck in that room with Kaito who kept walking forward like he wasn’t going to stop.

He stopped right in front of her, closer than she expected. Her chest rose and fell in fear and something else she couldn’t name. He didn’t say a word, and the silence made it worse. Her hands shook slightly. What was he planning to do?

"Ohhh, I love this," Mighty Storm said inside her head, batting her lashes like she was watching a love scene. "Let it happen. Bonding time!"

Angela could barely breathe. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to take in air. Kaito moved again. He placed one hand on the wall beside her, closing the distance between them completely. There was no space left, no escape.

She stood frozen, staring at him. His eyes were locked on hers, deep and unreadable. A cold shiver ran down her spine when her gaze dropped to his lips. They looked soft and tempting. Why did she suddenly feel like kissing him?

"Then do it, girl. What are you waiting for? Should I play some soft music in your head?" Mighty Storm teased, clearly enjoying herself. She gave Angela a little push from inside, and now their lips were almost touching.

But Kaito didn’t move.

Angela’s breath caught in her throat. Her body was tense, her heart felt like it might burst. This wasn’t just a mistake waiting to happen. This was the start of her worst nightmare. She wasn’t ready. And the night was far from over. It was just beginning and it was going to be a very long one.