Chapter: Chapter 148 The Trail of the GhostDevon POVThe road to the Cave of the Forgotten was a jagged scar through the dark wilderness, and every jolt of the SUV felt like a hammer striking my raw nerves. I sat in the back, the leather of the seat creaking under my weight, feeling the heavy, suffocating silence of the forest pressing in on us. It shouldn't have taken this long. Time was stretching, distorting, turning every minute into an hour of agony.My mind kept drifting back to the sanctuary of our chamber, just before we left.I remember the weight of the leather pants as I pulled them on, my muscles still stiff, protesting every movement. I was reaching for my jacket when I felt him. Jimmie. He didn't say a word, just stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his face against my back, his warmth seeping through my shirt and hitting my skin like a brand.For a heartbeat, I just closed my eyes and leaned into him. The Alpha, the President, the Warrior—all of that stripped away until I was jus
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Chapter: Chapter 147 Black SeasJimmie POVHe was awake.My wolf was awake. That was the only thought spinning through my mind as I looked into those glowing gold eyes. It was the moment I had prayed for, but the timing was a jagged blade to the heart. Why did he have to wake up now? Why, at the exact second, was his world crumbling again?"Out," I said, my voice low and steady, though my insides were a chaotic mess. I didn't look back at them. "Fara, Franco, Klaus... everyone. Out. Now."They didn't argue. The command of a Luna was absolute, especially one who had just brought their Alpha back from the brink. The heavy doors clicked shut, leaving only the sound of Devon’s ragged, powerful breathing filling the chamber."My wolf," I whispered. I sat on the edge of the bed as he struggled to push himself upright. His movements were stiff, his body still protesting the trauma it had endured, but his spirit was a roaring fire."Hey," he rasped, his voice sandpaper and honey.I didn't give him a chance to say anything e
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Chapter: Chapter 146 The Slow ReturnJimmie POVThe Pack House was quiet now, but it wasn't the peaceful silence of a sanctuary. It was the heavy, breathless hush of a recovery room.It had been one week.One week since the sky over Astria turned orange with the fire of the Sledge’s end. One week since I dragged Devon’s broken body through a wall of flame, feeling my own skin blister as I refused to let go. One week since I came back from that ancient cave, from the presence of the Great Thora. I hadn't told anyone about the waterfall, the ancient markings, or the woman with Devon’s eyes. How could I? They were already looking at me like I was a miracle; I didn't need them looking at me like I was a ghost.It had been one week since we lost Molly. The grief for her was a dull, constant ache in the back of my throat. She had sacrificed everything for a world she believed in, and now her ash-colored fur was only a memory in the wind.And for one week, Devon hadn't stirred.He lay in the centre of our massive bed, the silk
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Chapter: Chapter 145 The Final Spark Jimmie POVThe cold of the concrete floor bit into my skin, but it was the silence that truly woke me. I gasped, my lungs burning as if they were tasting air for the first time. My hand flew to my neck, trembling, searching for the jagged hole Eleanor’s bullet had left behind.Nothing. The skin was smooth, warm, and perfectly healed. The only evidence of my death was the sticky, drying pool of crimson that coated my back and the floor beneath me.I sat up slowly, my head spinning. The Sledge basement was still a hellscape of red emergency lights and shadows. My eyes darted to the far corner, and my heart shattered. Molly lay there, her body small and motionless, her ash-colored hair fanned out in the dust."Molly," I whispered, the name catching in my throat like a shard of glass."Is this what you want, Devon! Is it!"The shrill, unhinged scream of Eleanor James ripped through the room. I stayed low, my eyes finding her. She was pacing the perimeter of the cell like a caged animal, h
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Chapter: Chapter 144 World’s ApartJimmie POVI was adrift in a void. At first, there was only the cold, a numbing weightlessness that made me think I had finally stopped existing. But then, something shattered the silence—sound seeping in, constant and rhythmic, like the beat of the earth itself, punctuated by a far-off din speeding by.The ringing in my ears was deafening. I tried to move, to reach for the wound in my neck where Eleanor’s bullet had torn through my life, but my hand met nothing but smooth, unblemished skin. I gasped, my eyes snapping open.I wasn't in the abattoir anymore.I was in a place where the darkness seemed to have a life of its own. It started with complete darkness, an engulfing depth that left me feeling submerged, but then a glimmer of light erupted from within the rock. The light grew, casting eerie shadows on the walls of an ancient cave.It was staggering. The walls were not just rock formations—rather, they were a living tapestry of history. Ancient markings like cuneiform and symbols
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Chapter: Chapter 143 Cage, Love & Sorrows.Jimmie POVThe word died in my throat. The sight before me was a sacrilege. My Alpha, the most powerful man I had ever known, was pinned to a tilted metal slab like a common lab specimen. Huge steel screws were driven through his palms and his feet, anchoring him in a cruciform of agony. On both sides of his torso, thick silver rods were jabbed into his flanks, the flesh around them blackened and raw.He was a ghost. A hollowed-out shade of the man I loved. His chest was matted with thick, dried crimson, and his head was slumped to the side, chin resting on his collarbone. He was motionless. Unconscious."God, please," I whispered, the tears finally breaking over my lids. "Please let him be alive."I forgot about the traps. I forgot about Eleanor and Jim. I forgot that I was in the heart of enemy territory. I dropped my guns and ran. I skidded across the blood-slicked floor, reaching the base of the slab and reaching up.I took his face in my hands. His skin was ice-cold, grey as the
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Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation
He was robbed of everything—his name, his home, his future. Now he wants it all back.
When Timothy’s father died, the family empire should have been his. Instead, Madison Wellman, the mistress in the shadows, emerged with forged papers, ruthless ambition, and the muscle to throw Timothy and his mother into the streets. Penniless and broken, he watched grief consume his mother until he lost her too. That day, Timothy vowed he would return. That day, he vowed Madison would pay.
Fifteen years later, Timothy is no longer the boy who was cast out—he is a man of power, wealth, and deadly charm. And his revenge begins with Madison’s most vulnerable weakness— her son, Ethan. Handsome, closeted, and trapped by his mother’s control, Ethan is everything Timothy needs to destroy her from the inside. But Ethan is also something Timothy never expected, someone who awakens feelings he thought long buried.
Now Timothy stands at the brink of victory with Madison’s kingdom crumbling, her deceit unraveling, and retribution stands within his grasp. But to take it, he may be compelled to sacrifice the one thing his own heart craves most
Will he choose revenge… or succumb to the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy them both.
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Chapter: Chapter 16 Roses & PrejudicesEthan finally tore his gaze away from the painting — a burst of silver and shadow that suddenly seemed less interesting than the man beside him and looked at Tim with a raised brow.“Excuse me?” he asked, his tone cool but his voice just a shade too tight.Tim chuckled under his breath, that dry, knowing sound that always seemed to find its way under Ethan’s skin. He took a slow step forward, reaching out as a passing waiter floated by with a silver tray of champagne flutes.With effortless grace, Tim plucked one from the tray and lifted it to his lips. Ethan’s eyes betrayed him — watching, almost hypnotised, as those lips curved around the rim of the glass. The subtle motion of Tim’s throat as he swallowed… the faint sigh that left his mouth as he closed his eyes for a second, savouring the taste. It was such a small thing, yet Ethan’s pulse spiked, his stomach knotting in ways he couldn’t name.He must have lingered too long.Because when Tim opened his eyes again, there was a glint
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Chapter: Chapter 15 Velvet StormEthan steadied himself at last, though his heart raced beneath his ribs and his hands shook with a nervous energy he never knew he possessed. His entire body was a battleground of contrasts — control, composure, and something dangerously close to desire.He drew a sharp breath, meeting Tim's gaze, his voice cutting through the tension like steel."You are going to watch your tone with me, Mr Dorian," he said, low and even, not blinking. "And stop this insinuating of what is not."Tim's eyebrows rose somewhat, that maddening smirk tugging at his mouth — the kind of smirk that appeared to be both challenge and certainty. He tilted his head, voice cool, teasing, and yet subtly inquiring."Insinuating?" he echoed softly.Ethan squared his shoulders, feet planted. "Yes. Insinuating." His tone was harder now, each word slow and measured. "Quit implying what isn't so."He took a slow step forward, closing the space between them to inches where he could discern the faint glint of amber light
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Chapter: Chapter 14 Under the Gilded Lights The moment Ethan stepped into the Gilded Emporium Art Gallery on Norman Street—the most exclusive gallery in all of Nashville, a sanctuary for the rich, the elite, and the mighty, the atmosphere hit him instantly. The scent of fresh paint mingled with expensive perfumes, polished marble, and the faint trace of champagne bubbles bursting in tall crystal flutes. They all glittered. Gold-leaf ceiling mirrored the light of dazzling chandeliers, casting rays over glass walls adorned with irreplaceable paintings like jewels in a crown.A slenderly dressed man in a stylish black suit came out at the door, slightly bowing.“Your jacket, sir?” he asked smoothly.Ethan gave a small nod, sliding off his tailored coat and passing it over without a word. His expression stayed collected, but his eyes, sharp and restless, were already sweeping the vast hall.The music drifted on the breeze, a quiet string quartet playing a delicate piece to soothe and astonish. Tuxedos-clad men and couture-gown-wear
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Chapter: Chapter 13 Loose Ends ~Later That Afternoon~Madison’s perfectly manicured nails drummed restlessly against the edge of Harrison Fabian’s mahogany desk. Her eyes, sharp, stormy, and brimming with a fury she rarely allowed anyone to see, cut straight into the man before her.“What do you mean by we still don’t have access to the original documents, Harrison?” she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice carrying the venom of a serpent ready to strike.Harrison Fabian — the man who had once promised her the world, who had schemed with her fifteen years ago to secure the fortune and empire of the Hemsworth estate shifted uneasily in his leather chair. His office was lined with shelves of law books and dark portraits, but in that moment, even the grandeur of the room felt suffocating under Madison’s rage.He swallowed. “Madison… I’ve told you before. The documents were hidden in Alexandra’s private study. He was meticulous, secretive. He placed them in a safe, one I know exists. But the location of the key…”
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Chapter: Chapter 12 The Queen’s GambitEthan stiffened in his seat, his mother’s question still hanging like a blade above his head. Nothing, he thought bitterly. He had nothing. He hadn’t drawn up a single political strategy for the upcoming election. He had left all of that in Madison’s hands, just as he always had. He managed the estates, the fortune, the legacy she had somehow built from shadows—yet the gears of politics? That was her world, not his.His mind, almost involuntarily, slipped back to the beginning.He could still remember that day. The day Madison came home, her face was glowing with a joy he had never seen before. She swept him into her lap, the faint scent of her rose perfume and the perfect crimson outline of her lipstick etched forever in his memory. He had grown up watching those lips curve into sharp smiles, but that day, they curved differently—into promise.“My pretty son,” she had whispered, her voice velvet, her hands smoothing down his hair. “Momma is taking you to a bigger place. A much better
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Chapter: Chapter 11 The Mother’s Hand~PRESENT DAY~Ethan woke with a pounding in his skull, the kind of headache that throbbed behind his eyes and refused to let him rest. Sleep had eluded him since their return from the Delula Fashion Hub, and no matter how many times he tried to close his eyes, a certain face forced its way into his mind—sharp, arrogant, unforgettable.Tim.Tim Dorian.The name alone set Ethan’s jaw tight. That young man—cocky, self-possessed, with eyes that seemed to look through him instead of at him had managed to shake something deep inside him. The incident from last night rushed back with the violence of a whirlwind.He swung his legs out of bed, muttering to himself, voice harsh and low.“How dare he? What does he know about me? He knows nothing.”The words echoed against the marble of the washroom as Ethan stepped under the spray, the water doing little to wash away his thoughts. By the time he dressed and made his way to the dining hall, his mask of control was back in place.The long dinner t
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