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CHAPTER 19 A THIN LINE

作者: Bliss_writes
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-27 18:20:43

Devon James

Ever since Eleanor’s outburst in the study, sleep had become an illusion I could no longer afford. Not because I didn’t want it. But because it simply refused to come. My body would lie in bed, but my mind remained a storm. Awake. Grinding. Gnawing.

I was unravelling.

Restless.

But the strange part was—my wolf wasn’t.

At least, not in the way I expected. He wasn’t pacing. He wasn’t fighting me to shift or take over. He was still. Quiet. Watching.

Agitated, yes. But calm in the way a predator crouches in tall grass, eyes locked on prey. Waiting. Hungry.

I’d never seen him like this before—composed, but seething beneath the surface. A quiet madness. Like he was waiting for something… or someone.

And I knew exactly what had cracked him open like this.

The rejection.

From him.

Our mate.

He called us a monster.

Refused us. Denied us.

And while I still hadn't said the words out loud, my wolf had heard them through me—Jimmie’s voice echoing in our shared soul. It suffocated him.
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Oh no.......something happened to Jimmie!
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