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Chapter 38 Twisted Truth
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The President's Mate Chapter 38 Twisted Truth
ELEANOR POV“When you bury the truth deep enough, it eventually claws its way back up.”The morning after the dinner, Devon walked into our room like a large, looming, quiet.I had been awake long before him.Just lying there. Still. Like glass. Fragile on the outside, shattered on the inside.He stood by the doorway for a few seconds, as if unsure whether he had the right to step closer. When he finally did, his steps were cautious, like he was approaching something wild.Something dangerous.Me.Our eyes met for the briefest second, and I forced a smile. I had to. I needed to play dumb.I couldn’t afford for him to know that I remembered. I heard the snarl. That I saw those gold, inhuman eyes staring at me from across the dinner table like I was prey.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low. Too careful. Too measured.I nodded, sitting up slowly and rubbing my temple. “Probably work stress. It’s been a heavy week.”He hesitated again.I pushed the lie further. “I’ll go to the hospit
The President's Mate CHAPTER 37 The Taste of Regret
Jimmie’s POV It was the ache that woke me up first.Not the hangover, not the guilt just the physical, sinking kind of ache in the gut that tells you before your brain can catch up: you fucked up.I rolled onto my back, and there he was.Karl.His body was sprawled across the bed like a lion after a feast—my feast. Golden skin, toned arms, a trail of ink across his ribs, I used to trace like scripture. Naked. And smug, even in sleep.I sat up slowly. Sheets are sticking to my skin.The scent of sweat and stale lust hung in the air like bad perfume.God.What the hell did I do?My stomach turned as fragments of the night before rolled in like dirty waves.My hands in his hair.His tongue on my chest.He whispered, “You still feel like home”, while I tried to pretend it was Devon pressing into me, Devon kissing me like I mattered, Devon holding me like I wasn’t disposable.But it wasn’t him. It was Karl.Karl, the man who’d lied. Cheated. Left me when I wanted more—my ex.And now here
The President's Mate CHAPTER 36 Golden Eyes and Buried Truths
Eleanor POV I was six again. The snow was thick, soft like powdered sugar, blanketing the sloped land behind our family’s modest cottage. My dark hair, long and sleek, had just been combed neatly into a ponytail by Mother. Her voice rang out, warm and clipped with that ever-familiar worry. “Don’t wander off, Eleanor.” “I won’t, Mama,” I remembered saying. Stanley, my elder brother, fourteen and wild, had already darted ahead, his laughter echoing across the white. He was taller than most kids his age, proud and fearless. I tried to match his energy, adjusting the fur-lined coat Mama insisted I wear to protect me from the frostbite. We played in the snow for what felt like hours. Stanley rolled us down a small hill, and I laughed as snow got into my boots. He made little snow-people, one with crooked arms that he said looked like me. We tossed snowballs, ducked behind trees, made angels, and forgot the world. Then... it came. From the woods. A beast. A huge dog. Bigger than a
The President's Mate Chapter 35 Before Dinner Part 2
Devon POV Another year.Another damn year built on lies.I stared out the limo window as the world passed in a blur of gold-lit buildings and silent ghosts. Franco sat across from me, but neither of us spoke for a while. He didn’t need to. His earlier reminder, the one he threw like a dart cloaked in soft concern, had already done enough damage.Anniversary night.Eleanor and I.My secretary had mentioned it casually this morning. Too casually. She didn’t know what it meant to me to my wolf. Franco had brought it up again just minutes ago, reminding me that I couldn’t avoid this night. That I shouldn’t.And he was right.She didn’t deserve the cold shoulder.She didn’t ask for this... for the lie I turned into her life.I closed my eyes.The weight pressed hard on my chest.I had to make it right. Or at least, make it decent. For her. For the mother of two beautiful children.So, I asked Franco to call ahead. Told him to make sure the staff prepared something special: candles, soft l
The President's Mate CHAPTER 34 Before Dinner Part 1
Devon’s POV Earlier that day, after the haunting call with Elder ThroneThe moment the door shut and it was just Franco and me in the limo, the weight I’d been carrying crushed down on my chest again.I exhaled sharply, rubbing the heel of my palm against my brow. “Elder Throne knows,” I muttered.Franco straightened. “Knows what?”I met his gaze, jaw clenched. “The lie. About Eleanor. That she’s not my mate. That she never was.”Franco’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but he didn't speak. He knew there was more.I turned, eyes locking onto his. “Nadia. She’s not just threatening my title. She’s threatening everything.”“She’s playing dirty?”“She’s playing smart. She reminded me of something I’d been too proud to admit: those leaked hospital footage clips? The ones that started all this? They didn’t just reach the press. They reached the Hunters. And if the Hunters know…”I swallowed hard.“The Elders know Jimmie is my mate and we’ve been summoned”, I finished.The words tasted l
The President's Mate CHAPTER 33 The Silence Between Us
Jimmie’s POVThe ride back home with Eleanor was beyond awkward.It was suffocating, like being trapped in a velvet coffin. The air between us was thick, silent, weighted, stretched taut over the tension neither of us dared to acknowledge. She sat by the window, her eyes distant, her posture regal yet withdrawn. I sat beside her, hands clasped tightly in my lap, pretending the silence was comfortable when it was anything but.I had complimented her speech earlier, telling her it was beautifully delivered and heartfelt. And it was— even though I was occupied with my thoughts and that shewolf, Nadia, during most of her speech. She’d stood on that stage in front of thousands and held them captive with her words. A symbol of strength, grace, and purpose. But she hadn’t responded. Not even a nod. Just that same quiet, that unreadable expression on her face, like she was a million miles away.I didn’t press. Maybe she needed space. She didn’t owe me anything, not an explanation, not a smile
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