Chapter 83: Chapter 83
JONEA
When Daran hugged me all of a sudden, so possessively, he whispered that a demon had appeared behind me. When I turned around to see, Daran used his magic to easily dissolve the demon.
“This place isn’t safe,” Daran immediately got serious. “We should go home.”
“What about the winter insects?”
Daran gave me a sharp look. “Is that still important right now? Your safety is my top priority.”
I didn’t argue anymore, and we rushed back to the car.
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HUNTER
The warriors I sent to keep an eye on Jonea’s activities sent me some photos they took on my phone. The photos showed Jonea having a good time, looking so happy by the lake. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her smile like that.
“Who’s she spending her time with?”
I couldn’t stand looking at those pictures anymore, so I threw my phone on the table in frustration.
Earlier today at the campus, I tried to find her in the art studio, but only found Marilyn there. I didn’t waste any time and started interrogating her.
“Tell me, I think Jonea’s been seeing someone lately. Can you tell me who it is? And don’t say it’s Aland because I know no one has a clue where he is right now.”
Marilyn blinked at me silently, trying to avoid the conversation, but I kept pressing her. I even cornered her, demanding she tell me what I wanted to hear.
“I don’t know who’s getting close to Jonea,” she replied.
“Liar!” I hissed.
She glared at me. “But one thing I do know is, that guy isn’t you, Hunter Abraham!”
Marilyn pushed past me and walked away quickly. I moved ahead of her again, and she gasped in fear.
“There’s no one here but us. And you’re alone. You know full well I can do anything I want to you. So you better just answer my questions. Tell me, what kind of guy does Jonea like? Didn’t you talk to a guy from the last class? I’ve seen Jonea with him a couple of times. Is that her new boyfriend?”
With a shaky voice and a pale face, Marilyn answered, “You mean Owen Rivers? I don’t know what their relationship is, but I’d fully support it if they were really dating!”
Marilyn gave me a look of pure disgust.
“Anyway, Jonea needs to keep moving forward and leave Aland and all of you in the past! And what I do know for sure is that Jonea likes good-looking guys like Owen Rivers. Though personality is what matters most to her. She likes nice guys! And… you don’t meet that criteria!”
I was left speechless after hearing Marilyn’s sharp words. When I snapped back to reality, she was already gone. I punched the wall, leaving a crack where my fist hit.
I glanced back at my phone lying on the table. Jonea’s picture was still there, her sweet smile staring back at me.
“Why? Why doesn’t she ever smile like that around me? After Aland Hamilton, now Owen Rivers? What am I missing for Jonea?”
A beta walked up to me and placed dinner in front of me.
“I’m not hungry, and I don’t want the food. Take it away!” I shouted.
“I didn’t bring the food at your request, Alpha. It’s an order from the Dragon King.”
I clenched my fists under the table. Even now, my betas no longer listen to me. They’re completely under Luke Draken’s control. They still show me respect, but only as a puppet leader of the Abraham Pack.
“You need to eat, Alpha. If you want to survive and get your revenge,” whispered the beta, eyes full of hope. He gave a slight nod and walked away.
“Hey!” I called out, asking him to return.
“Yes, Alpha. Say the word, and I’ll serve you loyally.”
“I just want to ask you one thing. What does it really mean to be a ‘good guy’?”
The beta standing before me looked puzzled, thinking deeply. “Isn’t it obvious? It means a guy with a good personality.”
I thought for a moment. “What do I need to do for people to say I’m a good guy?”
The beta tapped his chin, thinking hard. “In your case... you’d need to be reborn.”
“WHAT?”
He said it with such a serious face, but it really annoyed me. Does that mean he and everyone else really think I’m not a good guy?
“Hey, are you joking?” I growled.
“Sorry, Alpha. Do I look like I’m joking? I’m just being honest. Anyone who sees you would think you’re a guy who plays around with women.”
“WHAT?” I was even more shocked than before. “I look like a guy who plays with women?”
“Hasn’t being a player always been the identity you built up? I’ve been with you since you were a kid. You’ve never truly liked just one girl. I can’t even count how many women I had to deal with to clean up your messes with them.”
“Get out!” I snapped, incredibly irritated. I couldn’t believe I’d been such a jerk all this time.
I let out a frustrated breath and ruffled my hair angrily. Starting today, I’m determined to change my playboy and bad-boy image. I’m going to become a good guy, no matter what.
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JONEA
After the demon appeared at the lake yesterday, Daran increased his protection and surveillance on me. He’s even been personally driving me to and from campus. Owen, on the other hand, was tasked with keeping an eye on me whenever I left the house.
“In a way, I feel like a prisoner. I can’t even breathe, and I have no space to myself.”
Daran keeps sending me text messages, even when we’re apart.
“Come home on time, and don’t drink alcohol. The moment you lose consciousness, you could lose your life!”
“Be careful of people trying to get close to you!”
I hadn’t even replied to the first message when more texts kept flooding in.
While I was too focused on reading all the messages from Daran, I didn’t notice a group of students running from the opposite direction at the end of the hallway, and we almost collided.
I was about to dodge, but someone suddenly grabbed the hood of my hoodie from behind, saving me from the impact.
I turned around and saw Hunter standing behind me, smiling sweetly. He looked so neat, and I was honestly shocked to see him. But when I noticed him carefully holding the hood of my hoodie, I immediately stepped back.
“Let go!” I demanded.
What was Hunter doing? He could’ve grabbed my arm to stop me from the collision. But he chose to pull my hoodie instead? Was he trying to avoid physical contact with me? Did he know I shouldn’t touch him because of the red mark on his forehead?