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CHAPTER 74
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2026-08-31 06:48:52
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JARRETT'S POV The rain never stopped.After the bridge, after Vane and his cavalry finally turned tail and rode south with their velvet getting soaked through and their banners dragging in the mud, we didn't go back to the main hall.We went back to the shrine.It was the only place that ever felt like it was actually ours. Not the palace's. Not the council's. Ours.The fire was dead when we got inside. Cold ash and the smell of old smoke. Helena knelt to relight it immediately, like she needed something to do with her hands. While I barred the door. Two heavy beams, iron brackets. The sound it made when it slid into place was final.Her cloak was soaked through, plastered to her back. Her hair stuck to her neck in dark, wet ropes. She was shivering so hard I could see it from across the room."You're going to get sick," I said."I'm fine," she said, but her teeth were chattering so badly she almost bit the words.I didn't argue with her. I never win when I argue about her taking car
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JARRETT'S POVThe old stone bridge was already soaked by the time we got there.Thirty minutes was a lie. It took twenty. Helena didn’t waste time, and I wasn’t about to let her walk into Vane’s teeth alone.We rode hard through the wet pine trail from the shrine, Kael ahead, me tight on Helena’s left. The rain had started while we were still inside, a cold, thin drizzle that turned the dirt path to mud. Her cloak was already dark with water by the time we cleared the tree line.The mist rolled off the River Bend in thick, slow banks. The river below was black and fast, swollen from three days of northern melt. And one man in velvet at the center of it; Lord Vane.He was everything I expected. Fat, soft, and draped in damp red velvet that had cost more than the entire northern granary combined. His face was flushed, his jowls damp with rain and sweat. Irritable, just like Kael had said. Two archers flanked him, bows strung but not drawn. Yet, the cavalry behind him sat still, but th
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 89
JARRETT'S pov The morning sun hit the stone walls of the shrine like a pale blade, breaking through the high arches and scattering light across the floorboards.Helena was still asleep in my arms. Her face was soft, unclenched from the constant, grinding stress of the last few months. No golden fire flickered beneath her skin; no tight, defensive line pulled at her mouth. For a few fragile hours, she had just been a girl sleeping off bone-deep exhaustion.I didn't move. My right arm was dead asleep beneath her shoulder, but I would have let it go numb entirely before I risked waking her.A heavy knock rattled the iron hinges of the heavy oak door.Helena flinched, her eyes snapping open instantly. For half a second, the wild, disoriented panic of a hunted wild animal flashed across her face before her gaze found mine. The tension bled out of her, replaced by a slow, groggy sigh as she sat up and pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes."Enter," she called, her voice raspy from sleep.
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 88
JARETT'S POVThe ride north through the pass was brutal and dead quiet.Helena rode in the saddle directly in front of me. I kept my arms wrapped securely around her waist, holding the leather reins because I needed the physical proof that she was safe. She didn't fight the proximity; instead, she leaned back, letting the back of her head rest heavily against my shoulder as the horse negotiated the frozen mountain trail.“You don’t have to push yourself like this,” I murmured, leaning down so my breath warmed her cold ear. “We could have sent Kael and the vanguard.”“Yes, I do,” she replied softly, her voice barely carrying over the crunch of hooves on hard ice. “Those people in the northern camps are chewing on boiled leather tonight because of me. Because Lucian used my bloodline to justify his war, and now his ghosts are punishing them for my freedom.”“They’re starving because Lucian’s sycophants are ruthless bastards,” I corrected gently. “It isn't your fault, Helena. None of it
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 87
JARRETT'S pov The walk down the ridge ended far too soon.Helena’s hand was warm in mine, her fingers laced so tightly with mine it felt like a promise. The late afternoon sun glittered across the fresh snow, throwing sharp, golden light over the tree line. Every few paces, she’d lean sideways, her shoulder bumping against mine with a quiet, rhythm—a deliberate little touch that pulled me right back to the quiet warmth of the cabin. Back there, we weren't a commander and a Crown-Bearer. We were just us.I wasn't ready to let that go.Kael noticed, of course. The old tracker didn't say a word, just took a slow sip from his wooden travel mug and kept a steady two paces ahead of us. It was his subtle, begrudging way of granting us the last few feet of privacy we were likely to get for the rest of the week.When we crested the final rise, any lingering peace vanished. The shrine grounds were already packed, but not with the usual posturing Council members or whispering guards.It was fu
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 86
HELENA'S POVI woke up to the firelight and Jarrett’s heartbeat.The cabin was still dark. The hearth had burned down to embers, but the heat was still there. His heavy arm was around my waist, sending a warm sensation to course through my body.And I wasn’t wearing the Crown.I lifted my head. The gold was gone from under my skin, the slight hum was gone and there was no voice in the back of my head telling me who to punish and who to spare, it was just... quiet.Jarrett was asleep with his mouth slightly open. The scar on his chest rose and fell with each breath, creating a pink in the low light.I’d kissed it last night. I’d kissed him everywhere last night.My face went hot.“Stop thinking so loud,” he murmured, without opening his eyes. His thumb brushed my hip under the blanket. “I can hear you.”“You’re asleep.” I shot out in embarrassment, my face becoming even more red. “I’m pretending.” One eye cracked open, revealing a blue, tired and amused eyeball. “Morning, Crown-Bearer
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