Chapter 31

The moment the bell rang, the classroom erupted into absolute chaos.

It wasn't just a normal, excited chatter—the students practically stampeded toward the door, desks screeching against the floor, chairs tipping over.

Some were already scrambling for their phones, frantically unlocking them as they sprinted out.

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE—"

"I NEED TO CHECK THE GROUP CHAT!"

"WHO GOT A VIDEO?! I NEED EVIDENCE!"

The students outside in the hallway turned to look at the stampede with sheer confusion.

"What the hell happened in there?" a junior whispered.

"I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT WAS INSANE!" someone else yelled back, not even bothering to explain before racing down the hall.

While everyone else was losing their minds—inside the classroom, a completely different scene was unfolding.

Athasia had barely taken a step before she felt a strong grip on her wrist.

Yanked.

Before she could react, Zamiel pulled her straight into his lap.

Her back slammed against his chest, his arms caging her in before she could escape.

"What the f—"

She barely had time to finish before she felt his fingers loosening her tie.

The fabric slid against her neck, the sudden sensation making her breath hitch.

Mira, who had been lingering near the door, suddenly froze.

Her mouth fell open.

"Oh my God."

Zamiel, still completely ignoring the rest of the world, buried his face into Athasia's neck.

A sharp inhale.

He exhaled slowly, his lips grazing against her skin.

"Smells so good," he murmured, his voice dropping into something dangerously deep.

Athasia's body stiffened.

Her fingers twitched as she tried to push away—only for Zamiel's arms to tighten around her waist.

"Let me go," she muttered.

Zamiel only chuckled.

"Nope."

Mira was about to burst into laughter at the whole absurdity of the situation—until she saw it.

The shift.

Zamiel's body tensed.

His fingers twitched against Athasia's waist.

His head tilted, his lips parting slightly.

Then—

His fangs extended.

Mira's entire body went cold.

"Wait—"

She barely had time to warn Athasia before—

His fangs sank into her neck.

Athasia's entire body jerked.

But—not in pain.

A sharp, shocking warmth spread from the bite, making her breath hitch violently.

A wave of pleasure shot through her veins, making her fingers instinctively clutch at Zamiel's arms.

Her mind blurred.

Her body twitched involuntarily.

Her lips parted, but she couldn't speak.

The sensation was too much.

Too warm. Too electric.

Zamiel, holding her even closer, pressed his face further into the curve of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he slowly drank from her.

Mira stared.

Mira screamed.

"DID YOU JUST BITE HER?!"

Her voice practically echoed through the emptying halls.

Zamiel didn't even look up.

He slowly pulled away, lips red, his gaze dropping to Athasia's half-lidded eyes.

He licked the corner of his mouth.

His voice came out low, dangerous—satisfied.

"Perfect."

His fingers brushed against her jaw.

"Just like I knew you'd be."