LOGINCHAPTER 186: JORDAN IS MINE CATHERINE:After Jordan left for work, the mansion felt less like a home and more like a high-end prison. I spent the first few hours doing basically nothing—scrolling through my phone until my eyes hurt, flipping through channels on the TV, and eventually just crashing on the bed and sleeping off.This was supposed to be my house. I was the Luna, right? I should’ve been able to walk down to the garden, sniff the roses, or just wander the halls without looking over my shoulder. But I couldn't. Every time I heard some footsteps, I jumped, thinking it was Luna Elizabeth coming to bark another order or tell me how much of a rogue I was. Jordan kept telling me to stay out of her way and not to be rude, but it felt like I was living in a cage.I heaved a long sigh, staring at the ceiling. I thought about calling Zoe, but she was at work and probably busy with actual life. I didn't have any other friends, and I wasn’t really the type to go blow money at the mall
CHAPTER 185: LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOUJORDAN:The morning had been nothing but one long, headache-inducing drama after another. First, my mother. Luna Elizabeth was officially losing it. She moved into my mansion with one mission in mind; getting rid of Catherine. Imagine standing in the middle of our bedroom and actually demanding that Catherine—the Luna of this pack—get out of bed at six every morning just to serve her coffee. I told her it wasn't happening, but Catherine insisted she was gonna do it. As if that wasn't enough drama for one morning, the Council meeting was a total disaster. Those old wolves had the nerve to sit there and tell me Catherine wasn't "Luna material" just because she was born outside a pack. They called her a rogue like it was a curse word, ignoring the fact that the Alpha King himself had already given us his blessing.The whole thing left a bitter taste in my mouth.I stepped into the bathroom and washed up, hoping the warm water could help me clear my h
CHAPTER 184: MEETING THE COUNCIL JORDAN:I felt Catherine's eyes on my face as I closed the mind link. Without waiting for her to ask who it was, I reminded her that I was supposed to introduce her to the Council members. I saw the slight tremor in her fingers. Then I reached out, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it tight."Take deep breaths, kitty cat," I whispered. "I will be right here with you. They’re just old men with loud voices."We headed downstairs toward the Council chambers. Catherine's steps got slower the closer we got to the double oak doors. I could smell the stagnant scent of old spice and aged wolves—the Council was already seated. I pushed the doors open, and the room went dead quiet.The twelve members of the Canon Pack Council rose to their feet as one. It was a sign of respect, but I could feel the tension vibrating off them like a live wire. I acknowledged their greetings with a short nod and led Catherine to the front. I sat in my elevated position, the
CHAPTER 183: I CAN DO ITJORDAN:Watching Catherine with her eyes sleepy, and her voice raspy from sleep, I felt the tension in my shoulders drop about an inch. I stepped closer and sat on the edge of the mattress, the weight of me making her roll slightly toward me. I leaned down and plastered a long, wet kiss on her cheek, breathing in the scent of her skin—it was better than any coffee."Morning, kitty cat," I said. "You sleep okay?"She nodded, a little shy smile playing on her lips. "After that intense session in the dungeon? Yeah. I was beyond exhausted. I slept like a baby."I couldn't help it; a low chuckle escaped my throat. I ran a thumb over her jawline. "Is that right? Well, noted. That just means we’re gonna be visiting my dungeon a lot more often if it helps you sleep that good."Catherine’s face went a bright shade of pink, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nodding softly. I leaned in again, my lips inches from hers, ready to pick up right where we left of
CHAPTER 182: I'M DONE! JORDAN:I took a deep breath, trying to put into words the nightmare I’d seen at the edge of the woods."They weren't just wolves, Mom," I started again, my voice low and tight. "There were two of them. And they were massive, way bigger than any rogue I’ve ever hunted. Their fur wasn't even fur; it looked like matted, black wire, and they smelled like a grave that had been dug up in the middle of a swamp. But it was the eyes that got me. They weren't yellow or blue. They were this glowing, sickly crimson, like they were fueled by some kind of dark magic. When they moved, they didn't just run; they blurred, shifting their weight in ways that shouldn't be possible for a four-legged creature. They had these elongated claws, jagged and black, that sliced through my shoulder like it was nothing."I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees. "I don’t know how best to describe them, but I know they weren't there for a snack. They attacked us, but they seemed... targeted.
CHAPTER 181: GOING TO MOM FOR HELPJORDAN:When Catherine said she would like to save my life everyday to get this kind of paycheck, I laughed, because she didn't know what she was signing up for. Instantly, I turned her over so she lay on her stomach, then slid my cock into her wet cunt and drilled her until she was out of breath. And by the time I released and pulled out of her, she was barely awake.I lay there on my bed, watching the steady rise and fall of Catherine’s shoulders. She was out cold, her face looking peaceful.Man, that session had been something else. Seeing her give herself to me the way she did, seeing her enjoy those rewards... it should’ve been the only thing on my mind. But as I stared at the ceiling, all I could see were those red eyes in the woods.I was worried. I was losing my damn mind.Those things at the edge of my territory? They weren't just some mangy rogues looking for a scrap. Something felt terribly off about them. The smell, the speed, the way the
CHAPTER 90: IT COSTS JUST A KISS CATHERINE:I moved fast, pulling on the fresh clothes like my life depended on it. The white T-shirt was soft, smelling like expensive laundry soap, and the jeans fit like they were made for me. Wait, did he just get these items from a store? It was still early and
CHAPTER 96: WHY SHOULD I BE WITH YOU? CATHERINE:The silence in that massive living room was thick enough to freeze a drink. I stared into my tea, watching a little swirl of honey dissolve, while my heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. Jordan was sitting right there, his eyes burning
CHAPTER 98: MOM, WE NEED TO TALK JORDAN:I should’ve been angry. Any other woman in Texas would be tripping over herself to stay in my Villa, but Catherine? She was backing away like I’d just offered her a poisonous snake instead of a soul-deep connection. But honestly, as I watched her stand ther
CHAPTER 101: COFFEE ON MY BLOUSE CATHERINE:Diana caught the look on my face—that split second where my jealousy probably flared like a neon sign—and she smirked. She looked at me like I was a bug she was about to crush under her designer heels. But Jordan didn't even reach for the cup of coffee.







