LOGINđ±ïžVictorđ±ïžThirty minutes.That was all it took.Thirty minutes after we posted that picture and my phone was practically overheating from the amount of calls coming in. Notifications were one thing. Public outrage was another. But my father? That man was calling like the world was ending and I personally forgot to send him the memo.By the tenth missed call, my battery had already dropped to fifteen percent.By the twentieth, it died.I stared at the black screen and exhaled slowly. âThat old man needs to take a chill pill,â I muttered.Jayden was sitting cross legged on the bed, still glowing from the chaos we caused. Sammy was sprawled dramatically beside him, scrolling through his own phone like he was enjoying the apocalypse.âWell guys,â I said, straightening up, âI need to go take care of my old man. The plan is already in motion, so itâs time I become king.âThe words felt heavy.Jayden stood up immediately. He didnât say anything for a second. He just walked toward me and w
đ±ïž Jayden đ±ïžâWait⊠you have a way to stop this whole thing with one of us dying?â I asked, sitting up so fast I almost headbutted Victor in the chin.They both looked at each other.That look.The one that says we are about to do something insane but trust us.âSoâŠâ Victor began.âSo what, man? Talk. Donât keep me in suspense,â I shot back immediately because my heart was already racing and I did not have the emotional capacity for dramatic pauses.âChill, my love,â Victor said, smirking like he wasnât about to drop some life altering information on me.âYeah, chill, my love,â Sammy mimicked him in the exact same tone and I swear if I wasnât emotionally unstable I would have thrown a pillow at both of them.âHow the hell did I end up in love with these two idiots?â I muttered out loud.They both smiled.Then they both stopped smiling at the same time and their faces turned serious.That scared me more than anything.Victor sat beside me properly now, his knee touching mine. âWeâre
đ±ïžSammyđ±ïž âWe should probably go let Jayden in on the plan,â I said, looking at the bedroom door like it was some ancient vault heâd locked up with all the secrets of the world inside. The faint sound of muffled sniffles through the wood didnât help. âYeah, we should,â Victor agreed, his voice low but steady, the kind that makes you feel like heâs thinking ten steps ahead even when heâs just staring at a door. âThis is all about him, and he has the final say.â Jane rolled her eyes and started toward the door. âWell, Iâll go talk to my parents right away while I leave you guys to it,â she said, smirking like sheâd just left us in charge of the nuclear codes. Victor and I exchanged a look. That smirk said she was about to make our lives ten times more dramatic. We walked to the door, and I raised my hand for the first knock. Then the second. Then the third. Nothing. Victor frowned. âMaybe heâs asleep?â I shook my head. âNo. That was crying. And humans donât fake that very well.â
đ±ïžVictorđ±ïžâExactly,â Sammy said, and I swear something shifted in the room when he did.He stood there like he had just declared war on destiny and meant it. No shaking voice. No second guessing. Just straight confidence. I watched him closely and I wonât even lie, he has grown a massive backbone. Not the reckless kind. The calculated kind. The kind that makes people follow you without realizing they just signed up for a revolution.For a second I was tempted to grab his face and kiss him just because of that. Not even in a soft way. In a proud way. In a thatâs my king kind of way.Instead, I stepped closer to him.âThis is a great plan,â I said honestly. âI wonât even pretend itâs not bold.âJane raised a brow slightly like she was waiting for the but.And there was a but.âBut Sammy,â I continued, lowering my voice slightly, âif weâre going to do this, we canât half step it. We donât just announce our bond and hope for applause. We remove every single member of our fathersâ cabin
đ±ïžSammyđ±ïžI have never liked playing defense. Sitting around waiting for some dusty ancient council to decide whether my mate lives or dies is not my thing. I donât care how powerful they are or how many secret meetings they hold in underground chambers with dramatic lighting. I am not built to sit quietly while someone writes my future for me.Jayden left to be alone because this was too much for him to bear. And I want nothing more than to be with him right now and make sure heâs ok. But the matter about him dying or maybe me needs to be taken care of first.I looked at Victor. Then at Jane. âWe need to bring this game to public,â I said finally.Victor blinked at me slowly. Jane tilted her head. They both had that look like I just said something unhinged.âWhat exactly are you getting at?â Victor asked carefully.âWell,â I continued, pacing a little because my brain works better when I move, âwe all know the Supreme councils love playing in secret. They manipulate from shadows.
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïžDeath was the least thing I imagined when I stepped into the supernatural world. I thought the worst case scenario would be fights, powers going out of control, maybe the council breathing down my neck. I did not think I would be standing in a room with the two people I love most while discussing which version of my death sounded less tragic. That was not on my bingo card.I was raised in fear. Not the loud kind. The quiet, constant kind. My parents shielded me from everything. From constantly getting kidnapped. From extended family visiting too often. From anything that looked even slightly suspicious. I used to think they were just overprotective. Now I realize they were terrified. They knew something about me that I didnât. They were trying to delay the inevitable.And now here I am. In the middle of it.Either I die.Or one of my mates dies for me.This is so messed up I donât even know where to start.âCan we not talk about you looking peaceful or not, my love?â Vict







