System Glitch: My Mate from “Love” to “Hate” Chapter 07

System Glitch: My Mate from “Love” to “Hate” Chapter 07 All Repression Fades Away

Silence blanketed the entire arena.

You could hear a pin drop.

Caspian remained frozen mid–movement, the sash of his tunic still gripped in my hand, rigid as a carved statue.

Tiny beads of blood still seeped from his split lip.

After a long moment, he finally blinked. Those usually sharp, calculating eyes of his

were now filled with confusion.

“What… did you say?”

“I told you Simon likes male wolves!” I shouted.

Caspian’s Adam’s apple bobbed once, “Not that part.

“The line before that.”

My cheeks burned hot, and all my fire fizzled out at once, “I said… I didn’t want any other she–wolves staring at your collarbones…”

A drastic shift swept over his amber wolf irises. The dull, lifeless grey that had clouded his gaze faded away entirely, replaced by a blazing, overwhelming glow of unbridled joy.

He let out a quiet huff of laughter, which quickly swelled into full, shaking chuckles that rattled his shoulders.

“D*mn it.” He muttered the curse, his knuckled hand cupping the back of my head. Seizing control of the moment, he crashed his lips hard against mine.

The kiss carried the innate dominance and ferocity of a wolf, thick with his unique scent. His hold was bruising, as if he meant to tear me apart and merge me into his very bones.

The watching wolves around us erupted into raucous cheers and catcalls that flooded the arena.

But I heard none of it.

Only the System’s notification tone echoed inside my head: [Beep – Abnormal value fluctuations detected!]

[Recalibrating metrics…]

[Calibration complete.]

[Congratulations, host! The earlier system display glitch has been fixed. The metric was never irritation points – it was repression points.]

[Repression points: Measures the buildup of tension when the target suppresses his true nature, possessive instincts, and the urge to lock you away solely to cater to your preferences.]

[Current repression points: Zero.]

[Affection Level: 1000000% (Maxed Out)]

That night, Caspian carried me back to the dormitory on his back.

The rain had stopped, and moonlight stretched our shadows long across the ground.

He walked at a slow pace, as if he wished the path would never end.

“Hey.” He spoke suddenly, amusement still lingering in his voice, “Do you really

think my silver wolf fur looks good?”

I rested my cheek against his back and mumbled a quiet “Mhm.”

“Then I’ll dye it back tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Why not? You said you liked my wild side.”

I reached up and tugged lightly at his ear, “We’re almost finished with school. Wild looks won’t win us graduation credits. We can talk about it after we graduate smoothly.”

Caspian clicked his tongue fondly. “Such a worrywart.”

His tone was nothing but tender indulgence.

A sudden thought hit him, and his footsteps ground to a halt. “Speaking of Simon… it’s true he’s only interested in male wolves?”

“One hundred percent.”

“I see.” Caspian nodded slowly. All the dark, brooding aura clinging to him vanished completely, his delight plain to see, “I’ll host a feast in a few days and invite him over, along with your friend too.”

I grew instantly wary. “What are you planning?”

“To thank him.” Caspian tilted his head, his eyes glinting bright under the moonlight, “If not for him, I’d never have realized how much I mean to you.”

Heat flooded my face, and I buried my head in the crook of his neck, pretending to pass out from embarrassment,

We reached the dormitory fence.

Caspian set me down but refused to let go of my hand, twisting my fingers gently between his.

“Go on upstairs.”

“Mhm.”

I turned to leave, only for him to yank me back into his

“Yvaine.”

grasp.

“What?”

He stared at me, dead serious, “Don’t make me guess your feelings anymore. I’m not good at this sort of thing. I’ve never spent much time around she–wolves, and I don’t understand all these subtle mind games. If something upsets you, say it. If you want something, tell me. I’ll give you anything–anything but my permission to leave me.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. I stood on tiptoe and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of

his mouth.