Masukđąď¸Jaydenđąď¸âCan someone read the content,â I asked quietly, my voice still rough, âbecause I believe this thing is written in English.âThe words on the open pages swam slightly in my vision, not because they were unclear but because my head still felt like it had been shaken and set back wrong. I could see letters. Proper letters. Lines. Paragraphs. This was not some ancient runic nonsense or glowing prophecy language. It looked almost ordinary, which somehow made it more unsettling.Jane leaned closer immediately, curiosity winning over caution like it always did with her. She released my hand and carefully lifted the book off my chest, settling it between her palms like it might bite if mishandled.âIt is English,â she said after a quick scan. Then her brows pulled together. âBut⌠this is strange.âSammy shifted beside the bed, impatience tightening his shoulders. âDoes it even matter who wrote it. Just read the bloody content.âJane shot him a look but did not argue. She cleared
đąď¸Jaydenđąď¸My whole body felt wrong.Not pain exactly. Worse than pain. It was like someone had reached inside me and scooped everything out with brutal efficiency, leaving behind a shell that still breathed but barely remembered how. Every muscle felt hollow, heavy, useless. Even blinking took effort.Energy had not drained from me.It had been ripped out.One moment I was standing, forcing reality to obey my voice, forcing kings and time and memory to kneel, and the next my legs gave out completely. If Sammy had not been there, I would have hit the floor like a discarded weapon.I barely remembered falling into his arms. I only remembered the way he held me, tight and desperate, like letting go would end me for real. For a second, everything went quiet inside my head. No roaring power. Just emptiness.And somehow⌠peace.Jane appeared almost immediately. Of course she did. She always showed up when things went sideways, like chaos personally sent her a memo. Her hands were firm an
đąď¸Victorđąď¸ âOk dude⌠I think⌠no. I know. I am in love with this soulmate of ours.â The thought did not come from me. It came from the thing that lived under my skin, the thing that watched and waited and growled when the world got too close. My monster said it calmly, like it was stating a fact everyone else had somehow missed, and the second it did, my chest tightened so hard I had to suck in a breath just to stay upright. After the miracle Jayden just performed, after watching my father walk away like his mind had been wiped clean by a god with attitude, there was no other word for it. Miracle. Everything about him felt insane. Unreal. Like I had slipped into one of those dreams where nothing makes sense but your heart knows exactly where to stand. Reality felt thin, stretched too far, and part of me kept waiting to wake up in my bed with blood on my lip and my father yelling down the hall. But I did not wake up. Jayden stood there for one last second, pale and shaking, eye
đąď¸Sammyđąď¸Maybe Jane teleported them to her room. Maybe she dragged them into some pocket of space only her insane fairy brain understands. I honestly did not know how it happened, only that one second the room was crowded with danger and secrets and the next it was empty enough for my lungs to work again. Whatever she did, it worked, and I sent a silent prayer to every goddess that ever existed because if my mate had been caught in here, nothing in this realm would have survived what came next.My father turned slowly, his sharp gaze sweeping the room one last time, nostrils flaring as he searched for traces that were no longer there. Then he looked at me, eyes narrowing with that familiar mix of authority and disappointment.âI told you,â I said, forcing my shoulders back even though my heart was pounding. âThere was no one in there. I was not hiding anyone from you. Do you believe me now.âHe studied my face like he was looking for cracks, for hesitation, for the boy he could sti
đąď¸Jaydenđąď¸ The first time Sammyâs father raised his hand, something ugly and terrifying stirred in my blood, hot enough that for a second all I wanted was to tear his throat out and watch the Alpha King learn what it meant to touch someone who belonged to me. I did not do it. I forced myself to breathe, forced my power to stay quiet, because killing him would have shattered Sammy in ways even time could not fix. Control mattered more than rage in that moment, and somehow I found it. Still, my blood remembered. I had only touched Jane, barely brushed her wrist, and her power answered me like it had been waiting for permission all along. The space around us folded without resistance and the world slipped sideways, neat and obedient, carrying us out of Sammyâs room before his father could rip the truth out of him with his bare hands. I did not plan it. I ordered it, and the difference scared me more than I wanted to admit. Now Victorâs father stood in front of us and he was not maki
đąď¸Victorđąď¸ One moment we were in Sammyâs bathroom and his father was talking about four days like we actually spend that much days away. The tension between them felt too familiar, sharp in a way I recognized instantly, the same weight that always hung between my father and me, love twisted into authority and fear disguised as concern. When we heard him approaching the door, I actually thought game over⌠my father will murder me in cold blood if he finds me here and the alpha king is not the type to keep quiet. Jayden movement surprised the shit out me. I did not even feel the magic build. There was no warning, no ripple, just Jayden grabbing Janeâs wrist like he had done it a thousand times before and suddenly the air folded in on itself. The room vanished. Sammy voice vanished. My stomach dropped like I had been thrown off a cliff and the world snapped back together in a blur of shadows and heat. We reappeared in my room. Right in front of Tony. Tony screamed. Not a dignifi







