MasukCHAPTER 200: A NEW THREATCATHERINE:I followed the dealer around, looking at the rows of cars, my eyes lingering on a simple, sleek sedan that looked practical and low-key. "That one," I said, pointing to it. "It’s nice, Jordan. It’s enough for me."Jordan didn't like the car I pointed out. He let out a snort and shook his head. "Catherine, please. You’re a billionaire’s wife and the Luna of the Canon pack. You aren't driving something that looks like it belongs in a grocery store parking lot." He turned to the dealer, his eyes sharp. "Show her the latest Rolls-Royce Spectre. The custom white one with the starlight interior."My heart nearly stopped when the dealer pulled the silk sheet off the car. It was breathtaking—a shimmering, pearlescent white that looked like moonlight captured in metal. The interior was draped in the softest cream leather I’d ever touched, and the ceiling was covered in tiny LED lights that looked like a clear night sky."Jordan, this is too much," I whisper
CHAPTER 199: I NEED TO DISCUSS SOMETHING IMPORTANT WITH YOU CATHERINE:"Get in, Catherine," he said, his voice deep and commanding as usual.I climbed into the passenger side of the SUV, the smell of expensive leather and his woodsy cologne wrapping around me instantly. As he pulled back into traffic, he glanced over at me. "You look tired, Kitten. Did you even eat today?""I had some lasagna with Zoe," I said, leaning my head back against the headrest. "But I totally skipped breakfast. I was so engrossed in a romance novel I was reading this morning that I completely lost track of time."Jordan’s brow furrowed. He navigated the car through the busy city streets with one hand on the wheel. "What kind of book makes a person forget to eat? What’s it even about?""It’s about a girl who fell in love with the wrong man," I said, staring out the window at the passing buildings.Jordan whistled, then chuckled softly. "Oh, that character is gonna get hurt. That’s how those stories always go.
CHAPTER 198: DO YOU LOVE JORDAN?CATHERINE:The restaurant was one of those small, cozy Italian joints with red-checkered tablecloths and the smell of garlic so thick you could taste it in the air. I spotted Zoe sitting in a booth in the back, nursing a glass of iced tea. When she saw me walk in—no makeup, messy hair, and looking like I’d just survived a war—she sat up straight."Girl, you look like you haven't slept in a week," Zoe said as I slid into the booth opposite her. "What’s up? And don't give me that 'I’m fine' crap."I slumped against the padded seat and let out a long, shaky breath. "I’m just tired, Zoe. For real. I am so drained."The waiter came by, and I didn't even look at the menu. I just ordered a large plate of lasagna and a lemonade. I needed comfort food, and I needed it fast. Once the waiter left, I leaned across the table."It’s my mother in-law," I whispered, like the woman could hear me from miles away. "She’s been picking on me every single second. And Jordan
CHAPTER 197: MAKING COFFEE FOR LUNA ELIZABETH CATHERINE:It was barely 5:AM when I dragged myself out of bed. The room was still chilly, and the mansion was quiet, except for a few servants who had just come out to start cleaning the house. I was up early because I had a task. I headed straight for the kitchen, my feet moving quietly on the hardwood floors. I was going to make coffee for Luna Elizabeth and serve it to her in her room.Some people would’ve looked at me and said I was being humiliated, acting like a maid in my own house. But they didn't get it. I wasn't being a slave; I was being a soldier. I was determined to win this battle, and if that meant playing nice to the woman who tried to hex me, then so be it.I brewed the coffee exactly how the head maid told me she liked it—strong, black, and hot enough to melt lead. I carried the tray up the stairs, my heart doing a nervous little dance in my chest. When I got to her heavy oak door, I took a deep breath and knocked twice
CHAPTER 196: YOU AREN'T SAFE IN THAT HOUSE, CATHERINE CATHERINE:The living room felt like a graveyard after Seraphina the witch finally gathered her charcoal shawls and vanished into the night. My heart was still beating fast against my ribs like it wanted to escape from my chest. The air was thick with the scent of burnt herbs and the lingering vibration of that woman’s scratchy voice.Jordan was staring straight at his mother, his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of amber. "Did you really do it, Mom?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating with a growl. "Did you truly pay that witch to lay a curse on my wife?"Luna Elizabeth didn't look bothered. She smoothed down her silk dress, looking as cool as an ice cube. "That woman is delusional, Jordan," she said, waving a hand like she was brushing off a fly. "She has no idea what she’s talking about. I brought her here to unravel the mystery behind that mysterious attack on you. How was I supposed to know she had gone mad? If she’s making
CHAPTER 195: SHE'S A DESCENDANT OF THE GODDESS CATHERINE:Jordan had stopped answering his mother’s calls an hour ago. In fact, he had switched it off and slammed it down on the kitchen counter. His face was as hard as stone, but that didn’t stop Luna Elizabeth. Since she couldn’t get through to her son, she started blowing up my phone.I was done making dinner and we were at the dining table eating but each time the screen lit up with her name, my stomach would flip in fear. Eventually I decided to pick up and when I did, her voice came through like an angry storm. She was screaming that heaven would fall if Jordan and I didn't get back to the mansion immediately."The witch is here, Catherine!" she shrieked through the speaker. "I can’t afford to offend her. If you two don't get back here right now, she might cast a spell on this entire family and it’ll be your fault!"I looked at Jordan, my heart hammering. I didn't want any more trouble. "Jordan, please," I begged, reaching out t
CHAPTER 149: AS LONG AS YOU DON'T BETRAY ME CATHERINE:The heavy door creaked open, and I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The air in the room got ten degrees colder the second she stepped inside. Eve, the maid with the permanent scowl, marched in with a silver tray. She obviously
CHAPTER 139: PROMISE YOU WON'T HURT MY DAUGHTER JORDAN:As I gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, the leather felt smooth under my palms as I navigated the evening traffic toward St. Jude’s Memorial. Catherine was sitting in the passenger seat, quiet for once, I ignored her as she typed on her p
CHAPTER 142: THE MIND GAME JORDAN:I sat across from Catherine at the massive mahogany dining table, watching her pick at her food. She looked like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Her eyes kept darting toward the kitchen where the maids were lurking, and she wouldn't even look me in
CHAPTER 144: YOU WERE THE BEST, KITTY CAT JORDAN:“Please take me tonight, Alpha.”I stared down at her, the silence in the room heavy enough to drown in. I’d given her the out. I’d told her exactly what this meant—that once I claimed her, there was no undoing it. No other man, no other life, no t







