I Rejected My Obsessive Werebeast novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Aurora’s POV

Jessica’s figure disappeared around the corner of the rest area.

I stood by the railing and took a slow, deep breath. I let the tight feeling in my chest sit there for a few seconds, then I walked toward the track.

Silas saw me before I even reached the pit wall. He dropped the water bottle he’d been holding and came straight over.

His forehead was still damp from the run, and the smile on his face was impossible to miss.

“When did you get here?”

“A while ago.” I reached up and brushed a smudge of track dust off his cheek with my thumb.

He caught my wrist before I could pull away. Brought my hand down to his mouth. Pressed a kiss to my fingertips.

Then he laced his fingers through mine and started walking toward the rest area, pulling me along with him.

“When does the demo start?” I asked.

“Ten minutes, maybe less.” He glanced down at me. “Front row. I want you right at the barrier.”

We walked side by side, our hands still linked between us. I looked down at our interlocked fingers and felt the tight, shallow breathing from earlier

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slowly smooth out, replaced by the warmth of his hand against mine.

El Nourite!

The track lights flipped on like someone had turned day back on. The whole field was flooded with white light, and the roar of engines rolling down the grid made the seats beneath me vibrate.

Silas’s car launched off the starting line like it had been shot from a

cannon.

I didn’t blink. My eyes were locked on the dark–colored car as it carved through the first corner, the second, the long straight–every movement fluid, controlled, fast. Too fast. But he was in control. I could tell.

The final lap came and went in what felt like seconds. He crossed the line, braked hard, and rolled into the access lane.

He pulled off his helmet, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, and looked straight up into the stands. Found me. Grinned. Wide and bright and stupidly handsome.

My fingers finally let go of my bag strap.

I stood up to walk down to him, but he was already there, coming up to the barrier, leaning his forearms on the rail beside my seat, looking up at

1. me.

“Well?”

“Not bad,” I said.

His eyebrows went up. “Not bad? That last corner I took inches from the inside barrier.”

“I know.” I patted his arm. “You were very impressive.”

He laughed. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

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I couldn’t help but smile. He was so full of himself.

Well, bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I said

He nodded. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

I headed toward the back of the stands.

The bathroom was quiet. I ran cold water over my wrists, leaned over the sink, and looked at myself in the mirror.

Hair slightly messy from the wind on the track. Cheeks a little flushed.

I dried my hands, turned off the tap, and that’s when I saw movement in the mirror.

Footsteps in the corridor behind me. Then Jessica appeared around the corner, like she’d been waiting.

She walked up to the sink next to mine and stood there, catching my eyes in the mirror.

“What a coincidence,” she said, smiling.

She pulled a lipstick from her bag, uncapped it, and reapplied it while watching my reflection.

“By the way,” she said casually, “I saw the Matching Center’s public list the other day. Connor’s name is still on it. Two days left.” She capped the lipstick and set it down. “You’re really not going to withdraw application? You were together for so many years. What if he changes his mind?” She turned her head slightly, looking at me with a bright, curious

your expression. “I’m actually curious. If Connor got down on his knees in front of you and begged for forgiveness, who would you choose? Him? Or your S–class tiger?”

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