All Chapters of The Vampire King's Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21. Blake

DANIEL’S POVThe blue light from the monitors reflected in Zeke’s eyes, making him look even more like the sociopath he was. He had been hunched over the keyboard for hours, lines of code scrolling past at a nauseating speed. The air in his private den was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive espresso."Okay, for real, this is a hard task, Daniel," Zeke commented, clicking his tongue as he continued to punch mercilessly at the keys. "This user's firewall is strong. They seemed extremely prepared for this intrusion. It’s almost professional.""We have to keep trying," I snapped, pacing the length of the room like a caged tiger. My knuckles were white, my jaw tight. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look of utter betrayal on Ivory’s face. "I have to track down this bastard and give him the lesson of his life."“You are sounding like you want to beat up this person so badly. What if it is a girl?” Zeke smirked and I saw what he did there. He was trying to piss me off, he kne

22. SKULL! SKULL! SKULL!

Daniel POVThe air inside the underground fight club was thick with the smell of old sweat, copper blood, and cheap cigarettes. This wasn't the polished world of the Connors. This was a basement where the only thing that mattered was how hard you could hit and how much pain you could swallow."I am up first," Zeke said, cracking his neck. He looked bored, like he was about to do chores instead of a cage match. "I need to get this frustration out before I go back to Alicia. She is still not answering my texts."Zeke stepped into the ring. His opponent was a mountain of a man….twice Zeke’s size and covered in tattoos. The guy laughed when he saw Zeke.Bad move.The bell rang, and Zeke moved like a snake. He didn't waste power. He waited for the giant to swing, slipped under the punch, and delivered a sickening kick to the man's knee. I watched from the shadows as Zeke systematically dismantled him. A jab to the throat, a hook to the ribs, and finally, a knee to the face that sent the gi

23. Don't Move

Ivory POV I woke up expecting the world to still be on fire. I expected the whispers to follow me like a dark cloud and the laughter to ring in my ears the moment I stepped onto the school grounds.But as I walked through the front gates, something was... off.The atmosphere wasn't heavy or mocking. It was almost like the entire school had collective amnesia. People weren't pointing at me and whispering "easy" or "ho." Instead, I saw strange faces—people I didn't even know—grinning at me."Morning, Ivory!" a girl from the cheer leading squad called out, waving at me with a friendly smile."Hey, Ivory! Nice job on the hill!" a guy from the soccer team added, giving me a thumbs up as he passed.I stood there, frozen, awkwardly waving back like a confused pageant queen. My hand felt heavy, and my brain was spinning. What is happening? Did I step into a parallel universe where I’m actually popular?I didn't have much time to think before I was nearly tackled to the ground."IVORY!”Alic

24. Expelled?

Ivory POV I tried to drift back into the darkness, but the sharp smell of rubbing alcohol wouldn't let me. I slowly peeled my eyes open, only to find Dr. Lana….the school’s blunt, no-nonsense doctor standing over me. She was clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she checked the dark purple bruises blooming on my arms.I quickly squeezed my eyes shut again, pretending to be unconscious. I wasn't ready to talk. I wasn't ready for the "I told you so.""Oh, give it up, Ivory," Dr. Lana sighed, her voice dry as sandpaper. "I saw those eyelids flicker. You might as well stay on that bed and start booking schedules for 'beat-up appointments' at this rate. You are becoming my most frequent customer."Only Dr Lana is the one physician in the world to see a patient as their customer. Most doctors would get fired or sued for daring to say this out but not her.I opened my eyes and looked at her, feeling a dull throb in my temple. "I am sorry, Dr. Lana," I croaked. "But it's not l

25. Pop-pop Sounds

DANIEL POVI had managed to carry Ivory into her house, settle her onto the couch with about six different pillows, and pull a blanket over her legs. She looked small too small. Every time she winced, a fresh wave of guilt hit me. I needed to do something. Something "normal.""I am hungry," she whispered, her eyes half closed. "And my mom didn't leave anything prepped.""Stay put," I said, standing up and rolling up my sleeves. "I have got this.""Daniel, you don't even know where the kitchen is," she teased weakly."It’s the room with the stove, Ivory. I think I can manage."That was my first mistake: overconfidence.In the Connor household, "cooking" meant pressing a button on an intercom or sitting down at a mahogany table while a chef in whites presented a three-course meal. I had never actually made anything that didn't involve a microwave or a protein shaker.I stepped into the Walters' kitchen. It was small, warm, and smelled like cinnamon. I found a box of pasta and a jar of s

26. Framed

Ivory POV Returning to school after being discharged from the clinic felt like stepping into a movie set where I had somehow been recast as the lead. My ribs still gave me a sharp, stinging poke if I breathed too deeply, and the fading yellow bruise on my temple was a grim souvenir from the bathroom floor, but the atmosphere in the hallways had shifted completely.It wasn't just respect anymore. It was fear.As I walked down the main corridor, the sea of students parted like I was carrying a contagious disease. Groups that used to snicker at my thrift store jeans or whisper about my shifts at the diner suddenly went silent, their eyes dropping to the floor. About the thrift store...even my mom used to complain about them. She literally begs me to get designer brands but I am too stringent for that.I saw a girl drop her textbook, she scrambled to pick it up, glancing at me with wide, terrified eyes as if she expected me to summon a lightning bolt and strike her down right there by th

27. Yo Romeo

Ivory POV The city lights below suddenly felt like cold, mocking eyes. The sirens weren't just background noise anymore, they were a scream, tearing through the quiet of our perfect moment. The red and blue flashes danced across the hood of the Mustang, turning Daniel’s pale face into a flickering mask of shadows."A bag of what?" I whispered, my voice trembling so hard I could barely get the words out. "Daniel, what are you talking about? I haven't been near Stella’s locker in weeks!""It doesn't matter if you were there or not," Daniel hissed, his fingers flying across his phone screen as he ignored three incoming calls from unknown numbers. "They found a stash. A big one. High grade stuff, Ivory. And there’s a ledger. A notebook with your handwriting or a damn good fake of it listing names, dates, and amounts. It makes it look like you were the one supplying Stella and her crew. Like this whole 'feud' was just a cover for a deal gone wrong.""That is insane!" I cried, the world sp

28. Please, please

DANIEL’S POV The basement felt like a cage. Every second we sat here staring at screens, the police were getting closer to Ivory’s front door. I was pacing the length of the concrete floor, my shadow stretching long and jaded against the wall. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to find whoever put that bag in her locker and snap their hands off. "Okay, here is the crazy plot twist!" Zeke shouted, slamming his palm onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot, making Ivory jump. "This individual? He is a ghost, Dan. He is one of those dark web bottom feeders. They take any job...framing kids, wiping servers, whatever as long as the crypto clears. Completely anonymous." I stopped pacing and stepped over to Zeke, loitering over his shoulder. I didn't care about the guy's resume. "I need a name, Zeke. Now." "In order to get the mastermind, we have to track this asshole down and make him fess the fuck up," Zeke muttered, his fingers blurring over the keys. "Give me a second... his

29. Stay Down

DANIEL POV"Zeke, floor it!" I roared, the sound tearing through the cramped, metal interior of the van.The black SUV didn't just pull into the diner parking lot. it screeched in with a predatory hunger, tires screaming against the cracked asphalt like a banshee. We scrambled into the back, the sliding door rattling on its tracks. Before it could even click shut, Zeke jammed the vehicle into gear. The scent of burning rubber and desperation filled the cabin as we peeled out, the force of the acceleration slamming me against the metal paneling.I looked through the rear window just in time to see four men in charcoal suits vaulting out of the SUV. They weren't moving like street thugs; they moved with a clinical, terrifying efficiency. These were Arthur Sterling’s professional killers—men paid to make "problems" disappear permanently."Miller, stay down!" I yelled, reaching out to grab Ivory.CRACK.The sound of the gunshot was deafening in the enclosed space. A bullet shattered the

30. My Baby

IVORY POVWalking up the path to my front door felt like a dream. The air felt cleaner, the sun felt warmer, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could actually breathe without feeling like the walls were closing in. The weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders, and the phantom sound of sirens had finally faded into the background of a quiet, suburban afternoon.My mom didn't even wait for us to knock. She threw the door open, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated joy mixed with the kind of relief only a parent can feel."My baby!" she cried, throwing her arms around me and squeezing me until my ribs.... almost healed now gave a tiny protest. I didn't care. I buried my face in her shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of home."I knew it! I knew justice would find its way!"But before I could even say a word, she pulled back and turned her attention to the boy standing behind me. Daniel looked startled, his shoulders tense as he shifted from one foot to th

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