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The President's Mate

The President's Mate

Sixteen years of marriage. Two children. A shared world built on lies, and now she knows. Devon never wanted this fate. Never wanted to find his mate, not when he’d already built a life with a woman he chose… And one he’s now destined to lose. When secrets unravel and truths claw their way to the surface, Eleanor doesn’t break. She burns. And Devon? He must choose between the love he built… And the soul that was never his to deny. But time is running out. The hunters are closing in, and the one who owns his heart is out there, unprotected. “You will reject him, Devon. You will renounce this bond.” “I can’t,” he says. Not now. Not ever. This isn’t just the collapse of a marriage. It’s the start of a war— Between the man he was… and the beast he cannot hide.
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Chapter: EPILOGUE: The Crimson Omen
JIMMIE POV“Clem, wait!”My lungs were on fire as I ran through the thick, mangled underbrush of the forest. The moonlight cut through the canopy in jagged flashes of silver, illuminating the back of my cousin’s head as she led the way through the ancient pines.“Come on, Jimmie! Catch me if you can!” Clem’s laughter echoed through the trees, a musical, taunting sound."This isn't funny anymore! I can’t keep up!" I screamed into the night, my heart thudding against my ribs."Don't be a chicken, Jimmie!" Her response sounded distant now, fading into the rustle of leaves and the hoot of an owl.I rolled my eyes, pushing my legs to move faster. I was so happy to see her again—to feel this carefree, even if it was just a game. I burst through the final line of trees, stumbling into a vast open space, but the laughter died in my throat. I froze.The mood had changed. The living woods were gone, replaced by a clearing thick with a dense, chilling white fog."Clem?" I called out. No response.
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-19
Chapter: A NOTE FROM BLISS_WRITES
DEAR WONDERFUL READERS,First and foremost, I want to say a massive THANK YOU for walking this beautiful, wild journey with me. To my dedicated readers who stayed by my side, through every twist, turn, and even my moments of inconsistency—your patience and passion kept me writing. This story belongs to you as much as it does to me.If you’ve enjoyed Devon and Jimmie’s story, please consider recommending it to your friends, family, or anyone you know who loves a story filled with heart, heat, and adventure! Your recommendations help this pack grow stronger.I am also thrilled to announce my next project: "TIMOTHY: MY FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION." I promise you a story filled with the same raw emotion, soul-shifting scenes, and intense dialogue that you’ve come to expect from my work. It is currently a work in progress, but updates will begin very shortly, and I can't wait for you to meet these new characters.As a token of my deepest appreciation for your loyalty, I have decided to make the fi
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 164 Wolves & Moonlights
Jimmie POVThe hum of the limo’s engine was a low, steady vibration that felt like a purr against my skin. I rested my head on Devon’s chest, the expensive wool of his suit jacket soft against my cheek, and let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for years.I still couldn’t believe it. The summit, the sea of flashes, the way the world held its breath when Devon claimed me in front of everyone. The kisses... God, the kisses. I could still feel the phantom pressure of his lips on mine, a brand that told the world exactly who I belonged to.As the car sped through the darkened streets of Astria toward the new pack house, I let my mind wander. We had moved months ago, and Woodland was finally breathing again. It wasn't just a fortress anymore; it was a home. We’d even opened a wing for visitors—humans who wanted to see the legend for themselves. Stella had taken to her role as the pack librarian and tour guide with a grace that made the transition seamless.And the boys... my heart
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 163  Howls & Kisses
~~ A Month Later~~DEVON POVThe flashbulbs were a rhythmic, blinding staccato against the evening sky. A month had passed, but the world’s hunger for the truth had only grown ravenous."Mr President! Over here!""President Devon, a statement on the rumours!"The shouts of the global press corps were a wall of sound as Jimmie and I stepped out of the black armoured vehicle. I didn't let go of his hand. Not for a second. We were both dressed in perfectly tailored midnight-black suits, the fabric shimmering slightly under the heavy spotlighting of the Vahsava Summit’s grand entrance.This night had been postponed three times. First by the insurgency, then by the mourning of our fallen, and finally by the sheer logistical weight of hosting the world’s leaders in a country that had just revealed it was led by a predator. I knew why they had come. It wasn't just for trade agreements or border treaties; they wanted the "President’s Mate." They wanted to see the man who had tamed the Silver A
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 162 Half Of Sunrise
Devon PovThe cool evening breeze felt like a balm against the lingering heat of the day's politics. I stood at the edge of the limestone cliff, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, watching the lifeblood of my pack move below."Hey, Devon."I didn't need to turn to know it was Franco. His scent—cedarwood and rain—mixed with the mountain air as he came to stand beside me."Hey," I responded, my voice barely a ripple.My mind was still echoing with Langston’s parting shot. I could still see the way his eyes hardened as he stepped into the black armoured vehicle, the gold pipe gripped between his teeth. “Devon, remember, we don’t have time. We will be waiting for a response. Astria will be waiting.” The weight of a nation was on one side of the scale, but as I looked down at the courtyard, the other side of the scale felt infinitely heavier.The scene below was a masterpiece of serenity. The pack house, glowing with amber light from the windows, spilt out into a bustling courtyard. Mot
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 161 New Dawn II
Devon POv"Unauthorised?"It was Jimmie’s voice speaking now, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "You dare term what we did as unauthorised?!"Rowe tried to defend herself, her hands fluttering. "That’s not what I intended to say—""That’s exactly how it sounds," Jimmie cut her off, his voice soft but like tempered steel. "Are you by any chance trying to tell us we acted irrationally? That while our son was being held and our friends were dying, we should have waited for a signature from a human court?"There was a moment of absolute silence as all eyes turned to Rowe and Langston. The Elders stood as one behind us, a wall of white silk and silent power, and Franco moved a half-step closer to my side, his hand resting visibly on his belt.Langston, ever the seasoned diplomat, felt the predatory tension thickening in the room. He knew the atmosphere had shifted against them, the scent of stagnant human fear clashing with the iron-willed resolve of the pack. He
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-19
Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation

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: Fleeting Emotions
The week had dissolved into a frantic, high-stakes blur. Between the shadowed meetings at Christoff Private, the whispered calls with Harrison, and the silent, agonising weight of Ethan’s unanswered texts, time had become a distorted currency. Now, the weekend had finally arrived, and the Friday nightlife at Nashville’s Central Field Riverside was vibrating with a splendour that bordered on the surreal.Outside, the Cumberland River reflected the shimmering neon of a city that never felt more alive. It was the debut of the latest Beauty by Dorian collection, and the elite had descended in droves. Exotic cars lined the curbs like polished beetles, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive oud and the electric hum of anticipation. Paparazzi bulbs shattered the darkness in rhythmic bursts, capturing the glitter of diamonds and the sharp lines of tailored silk as guests took their seats. They stared at the glowing runway—a river of white light—waiting eagerly. There was no doubt,
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-14
Chapter:  The Masquerade on the Dance Floor
The air in the VIP wing of Christoff Private didn’t smell like a hospital. There was no sharp scent of antiseptic or the heavy, metallic tang of blood. Instead, it smelled of lilies and expensive vanilla candles—a manufactured comfort designed for the elite who refused to acknowledge their own mortality. This wasn't just a ward; it was a sanctuary of medical luxury, a home away from home where the wealthy could suffer in silence behind velvet curtains.Timothy moved through the corridor with a heavy tread, his mind a storm of unanswered texts and corporate wreckage. When he pushed open the door to Olivia’s room, the sight of her brought a momentary pause to his racing thoughts. She was sitting up, propped against ivory silk pillows. The expensive, specialised medications were finally doing their job, bringing a faint, healthy flush back to her cheeks, yet the threat to her life still loomed like a shadow in the corner of the room.Tim walked to the bed, leaning down to press a soft ki
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-14
Chapter: Chapter 58 By The Rim
Tim watched the screen of his phone go dark, the rejection of the call echoing the hollow silence of his office. He tapped a restless, frantic rhythm against the mahogany desk.This was bad. Things were spiralling out of control faster than he could comprehend. The carefully constructed layers of his life were peeling back, exposing the raw nerves of a past he had spent twenty years burying.His mind flashed back to the previous night—to the suffocating tension in the hospital corridor. He could still see the look on Chloe’s face, that sharp, inquisitive tilt of her head when the name Timothy had hung in the air like a smoking gun."Is it you?" she had asked, her voice small but piercing.Tim had been taken aback, his heart hammering against his ribs. Paul, that dimwit, he thought bitterly. Paul’s pettiness had nearly cost them the entire game. Tim had forced his muscles to relax, stepping toward Chloe while sharpening his voice into a tone of gentle, wounded surprise."Chloe?" he had
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-05
Chapter: Chapter 57 Impeding Doom
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wellman Corporate Tower, but for Ethan, the light felt abrasive, exposing the dark circles beneath his eyes that no amount of expensive grooming could hide. It was 10:15 AM. The coffee on his desk had gone cold, untouched, as he stared at a laptop screen filled with architectural blueprints."Yes, come in," Ethan murmured, not looking up.The heavy oak door creaked open. Carl, Ethan’s long-time assistant, stepped in with a measured, hushed tread. He held a thick brown leather file against his chest like a shield."Mr Wellman, here are the documents for your review," Carl said, placing the file on the edge of the mahogany desk.Ethan finally pulled his gaze from the screen, his neck stiff. He glanced at the file. "Thank you, Carl. Are these from my mother?""Yes, sir. From Ms Madison. She requested that you sign them before leaving the office today. She mentioned they were time-sensitive."Ethan nodded, the weight of
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-05
Chapter: Chapter 56 An Enemy In The Shadows
The mirrors in the hall seemed to ripple with the sheer weight of Ethan’s surrender. For Madison, the air suddenly felt lighter, though for Ethan, it felt like lead."Okay. I will consider the marriage proposal," Ethan said, his voice quiet, resigned to the gravity of the Wellman name.Madison was visibly stunned. She pulled back slightly, her hands dropping from his face. She had expected a war of weeks, a siege of his will, but here he was, offering a truce. "You will?" she whispered, her eyes searching his for a trick, a lie, or a catch.Ethan nodded, but his eyes remained hard. "On one condition.""What’s that?" Madison asked, her business instincts instantly sharpening even through her tears."I have to do something first," Ethan said, his posture straightening as he reclaimed a shred of his own agency. "I have to at least try on my own. You have to give me a chance to sort this out before I sign my life over to Emilio."Madison’s brow furrowed, her mind racing. "What do you mean
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-04
Chapter: Chapter 55 Altered Bonds
The Wellman estate was a tomb of silent marble and shifting shadows. Ethan moved through the grand foyer, his boots thudding against the stone with a rhythmic, angry pulse. He had slammed the car door so hard back in the driveway that the glass had groaned, and that same violent vibration was still thrumming in his bones.The house was cast in a haunting, dim light. In certain corridors, the darkness was absolute, but the architectural skylights and mirrored ceilings allowed the silver moonlight to spill down, illuminating the space like a stage. It was past midnight; the staff had retired to their quarters, and the silence should have been a sanctuary.Good, Ethan thought, his jaw tight as he reached the staircase. He couldn't stand the thought of an audience. He especially couldn't stand the thought of facing the woman at the centre of this web.But just as he rounded the corner toward the sanctuary of his bedroom, a voice—sharp as a razor and just as cold sliced through the stillne
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-04
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