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š±ļøJaydenš±ļø āDo you want me around, or should I come over with your dada?ā The voice on the phone was calm, familiar, and strong, and I could feel the weight of concern in every word. I wiped the fresh tears from my cheeks, trying to straighten my back, trying to pull myself together. I forced a smile even though it felt fragile, shaky at best. āPapa⦠Iām supposed to rule a world. I have to be a man⦠a boy who still needs his papa and dada canāt rule,ā I said, my voice carrying the conflict I felt inside. There was a pause on the other side, and then his warm, steady voice cut through the fog of my grief. āAnd who said that, son? My son is a very strong man. He can do anything he sets his mind to. You think ruling is just sitting on a throne? No, son. Itās being patient. Itās knowing when to speak and when to listen. Itās understanding your people, even when your heart aches for someone youāve lost. You are strong, Jayden. Donāt let grief make you forget that.ā I swallowed hard, t
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø āBaby, you need to eat something.ā Sammyās voice was soft but steady, though I could see the edge of pain behind it. He was trying not to break, trying not to crumble in front of me, but I knew him too well. I could see it in his eyes, that familiar storm he always fought to hide. I shook my head slowly, my hands trembling as I clutched the blanket tighter around me. āDo⦠do you know how he⦠how he died?ā I asked, keeping my voice as calm as I could, though the tremor betrayed me. It felt impossible to ask, even now, but I needed to know. The night⦠last night had been ours. It had been perfect, full of warmth and closeness, and I had woken this morning to a pain in my chest and a hollow ache in my neck. I had thought it was normal after everything but now the truth pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Sammy swallowed hard. āItās⦠itās been a full month, Jayden.ā His words were careful, deliberate. āA full month since that night. You were⦠in a sleeping state. You
š±ļøJaneš±ļøI had been watching him for what felt like forever. The hospital room had been my world for a month, and he had been trapped in a deep sleep the whole time. Every single day, Iād sit there, barely blinking, barely breathing, just staring at him. Just waiting for him to open his eyes. My heart had been aching, my chest tight with worry, every second feeling like I was losing him all over again.And then, finally, he moved. His eyelids fluttered, and the color in his eyes returned slowly, like the sunrise chasing away a long, bitter night.āJaneā¦āHis voice was faint, broken, but it was enough to undo me. Tears I had been holding back for weeks spilled over, hot and relentless, running freely down my cheeks. My hands shook as I reached toward him, needing to touch him, to make sure he was real.āYou crying, Jane?ā His lips curved into a small, sleepy smile. And that smile⦠it shattered me further, because it was him, finally, here, alive. My tears flowed even faster.āYou loo
š±ļøSammyš±ļø I tried so hard not to cry. Goddess knows I tried. But the tears kept coming anyway. They slipped down my face quietly at first, then faster, like my body had completely ignored the command my brain kept giving it to stop. I wiped my face roughly with the back of my hand and stared at the ground again, hoping maybe if I blinked enough times the scene in front of me would somehow change. It didnāt. The smell of burnt stone and smoke still filled the air. The massive building that once stood proudly in the middle of the council grounds was nothing but a destroyed skeleton now. The walls had collapsed inward, the windows were shattered, and everything inside looked like it had been swallowed by hell itself. Fire had done its job well. Too well. Around the ruins were the remains of bodies that the rescue teams had already tried to collect. Most of them were nothing but burnt bones and ash at this point. I stared at them without blinking. My chest tightened again. So
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø Pain. That was the first thing I felt before my mind even caught up with reality. Not the normal kind of pain either. This wasnāt the soreness from training too hard or the dull ache you get after reading all night. This felt different, deeper, like something inside my chest was being squeezed by invisible hands that refused to let go. My eyes snapped open. I sucked in a sharp breath. āAh~~~ā The sound left my throat before I could stop it, rough and shaky like my lungs had forgotten how to breathe properly. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. One beat. Two. Three. Each one felt wrong. Too heavy. Too painful. My hand immediately shot to my chest, fingers pressing against the spot like that would somehow stop whatever the hell was happening inside me. āJayden?ā The voice beside me sounded strained. I turned my head slowly and saw Sammy sitting up beside me on the bed. His hair was messy, his breathing uneven like he had just woken up from the same
š±ļøVictorš±ļø āVampire king, welcome to the panel.ā The voice that greeted me carried the kind of calm confidence that only people who believed themselves untouchable usually had. I walked into the circular chamber slowly, the sound of my footsteps echoing across the polished black floor as the large doors behind me shut with a quiet final click that almost felt symbolic. So this was it. The heart of the Supreme Council. The room was massive, designed like an ancient senate hall, with a large round table placed in the center and tall windows stretching all the way to the ceiling. Sunlight filtered through the glass but somehow the room still felt cold, like the warmth refused to stay inside these walls. Ten people were already seated around the table. I took the empty seat they had clearly prepared for me and leaned back slightly while studying them carefully. To be honest⦠I was surprised. My whole life the Supreme Council had been spoken about like they were ancient gods who
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøThat was a great kiss.There was no point pretending otherwise. No point softening it or downplaying it in my head. It was steady and sure and just rough enough to feel intentional, like Sammy was listening instead of taking. The worst part was how quickly my body agreed with it. How n
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø The hug with Jane was I needed to become sane again. Dad Jay stood there with his hands on his hips, eyes bouncing between me and Jane like he was trying to solve five puzzles at the same time. āOkay,ā he said, taking a sharp breath. āNow will you two tell me how you got here, who sh
š±ļøVictorš±ļø Helping Sammy was not charity. It never was. I did not know exactly how I would get him into the human world yet, but I knew one thing for certain. If I helped him now, he would owe me. And when the time came, that debt would be paid in blood. His mateās blood. Fresh. Powerful. Untouc
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøI still do not know what came over me.I swear I did not go to Sammyās door with some grand plan or hidden intention. I went there for a simple reason. One kiss. Just one. Something that can stop this crazy mess. Something that would quiet the noise crawling under my skin since the ass







