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Chapter 23- Captive
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The Lost Heir Chapter 66 — Mom
Nix hadn't slept.She had been awake when the phone rang. She stayed awake through the drive, Dylan's hand in hers across the center console, both of them holding on with a grip that didn't loosen once. The road signs counted down the miles; she read every one of them, felt each mile land in her chest like something being wound tighter.She kept hearing Kendra's voice on the phone. The way it had held and then hadn't. Mommy. One word and three years compressed into it, the seventeen-year-old she had lost surfacing through whatever the compound had made her into. Nix had not let herself cry on the drive. She was afraid that if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. She needed to drive. She needed to function. She needed to get to her daughter.She was afraid it wasn't real.That was the thing she couldn't say out loud, not even to Dylan, not even with his hand in hers. That Vargr had her phone. That this was something else, a trap, a cruelty she hadn't imagined yet. That they would
The Lost Heir Chapter 65 — The Drive
They had been on the road for an hour past the gas station when Celeste said it. She had been watching the dark outside the window, the road unreeling ahead of them, Kendra's hands steady on the wheel. The silence between them had shifted into something she recognized — the quiet of two people who had been through something together and were now on the other side of it and didn't yet know what the other side looked like."I don't have a home to go back to," she said.Kendra glanced at her. "You have somewhere. Everyone has somewhere.""I burned that bridge." She kept her eyes on the window. "There is no going back.""People rebuild.""Not from this."Kendra was quiet for a moment. The road moved under them. Somewhere ahead the mountains were beginning to separate into shapes that meant they were getting close to territory Kendra recognized."What did you do," Kendra said.Celeste had been deciding how to say it for the last hour. There was no version that landed softly. There was only
The Lost Heir Chapter 64 — North
They drove through the night.Kendra kept her eyes on the road. Both hands on the wheel. Celeste watched the mirror — every set of headlights catalogued, assessed, held until it turned off or passed or fell far enough back to stop mattering. Most were nothing. A truck that rode their bumper for ten miles then swung off at an interchange. A sedan that matched their speed for long enough that Celeste's hand found the gun in her waistband before it turned onto a side road and disappeared.She left her hand there for another twenty minutes."It's gone," Kendra said."I know."She moved her hand back to her lap.The mountains fell away behind them. The road flattened into valley, rose again into foothills, the dark making everything the same color. Celeste watched the mirror. She thought about forty eight hours. A man waking from a drugged sleep, reaching for the woman beside him, finding the bed empty. The safe. The garage. The gate guard remembering two women and a late run.She stopped
The Lost Heir Chapter 63 — The Run
The safe opened on the first try.Celeste pressed his thumb to the sensor and felt the click release through her whole chest. She lifted the lid. Key card. A thick fold of cash. A gun, smaller than she expected. She took all three. The cash went inside her jacket, the key card into her pocket, the gun into the back of her waistband. Her hands were steadier than the rest of her.She looked at him once — the rise and fall of his chest, slow and even, a man sleeping off a celebration he had believed in completely.She went to the door.Kendra was in the corridor, dressed, a bag over one shoulder. She looked at Celeste's jacket, at the key card, at her face. Something passed between them that didn't need words. They moved.The compound ran on its nighttime logic. Kendra had mapped every beat of it — shift change at ten, kitchen closed, the lab corridor gone quiet after midnight. Celeste counted her steps and kept her breathing measured. Her heartbeat filled her ears.They turned the corne
The Lost Heir Chapter 62— Good Girl
His rooms were different from hers.Celeste had never been inside them before — he had always come to her, which she understood now as its own kind of control. His rooms were larger, darker, the furniture heavier, the window facing the mountain rather than the valley. A table had been set near the window, candles lit, two places, something that smelled of braised meat coming from the covered dishes on the sideboard. It was beautiful. She registered that before she could stop herself.Kendra stood at the sideboard. Celeste had arranged it that way — a quiet word that morning, Kendra's face giving nothing. She was there to serve. That was all anyone needed to know.Vargr was waiting. He looked at Celeste when she came through the door with the expression she had learned to read over three months — pleased, anticipating, a man holding something he was about to give. Something in her chest responded before her mind caught up. The groove held even when the meaning didn't."You look beautif
The Lost Heir Chapter 61 — The Vial
He came in the morning, which was unusual.Celeste was at the vanity when the door opened, coffee in hand, halfway through her makeup, the room still carrying the quiet of early morning. Kendra was making the bed behind her. Then Vargr was in the doorway with a small case in his hand, his expression pleasant, unhurried, entirely at home."Good morning," he said.Celeste met his eyes in the mirror and smiled. "This is a surprise."He crossed the room and pressed his lips to her temple. "I had a few minutes." He glanced at the coffee cup. "You haven't eaten.""I was going to after.""You should eat first." He crossed to the small table by the window where the breakfast tray sat untouched and picked up a piece of bread and held it out to her. She took it because it was easier than not taking it. Three months of this had built its own momentum. The groove held even when the meaning didn't.She ate. He watched her with the warm satisfied attention of a man whose chosen woman was doing what
The Lost Heir Chapter 26: The Northern Coalition
They left Ivy under the watch of three guards—Garrett's most trusted fighters, wolves who would die before they let anything touch her. Maya kissed their daughter's forehead, whispered something Alec couldn't hear, and then turned toward the door without looking back. The walk through the compo
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-23The Lost Heir Chapter 29- No Going Back
The tea was still warm when they brought it to her. Celeste sat with her hands folded in her lap and looked at the cup and thought about Alec's face in the doorway of her house. The way he had stayed on the threshold. The way he hadn't crossed it. She had given everything to Stonehaven. To Alec. Ha
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-24The Lost Heir Chapter 24 -Vargr
Alec found Garrett at the top of the stairs, waiting in the pre-dawn cold. Garrett's expression shifted. "What name did he give you?" "Vargr." The color drained from Garrett's face. For a moment, he didn't speak. When he did, his voice was strained. "My father used to tell a story. A warning." G
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-23The Lost Heir Chapter 25 -Together
The den was exactly as Alec had left it—cold stone, dim light, and the faint drip of water somewhere in the dark. But the air felt different now. Heavier. Like the weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on the small space, making it hard to breathe. Maya sat on the edge of the
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