Semua Bab Betrayed By My Ex, Claimed By His Father: Bab 81 - Bab 90

CHAPTER 81 HE CAME BACK WITH A QUESTION. We sat across from each other in the small kitchen of the suite—his hand wrapped around a steaming mug, mine playing absently with a sugar packet. The early light bathed the room in a soft, golden haze, but the heaviness of the past still lingered like a quiet echo between us. “Would you go somewhere with me?” Julian asked, eyes careful but steady. I looked up. “Where?” “There’s an art exhibit showing tonight,” he said, tone casual, but something in his eyes betrayed the weight behind it. “I used to go to this gallery when I was younger. I thought maybe we could go… together.” I blinked. “Art?” He nodded once. “I know it’s not exactly thrilling, but… I want you to see it. A part of me I’ve never

CHAPTER 83 RAVEN’S POV WARMTH, AGAIN! The light spilling through the floor-length windows was soft, golden, like the world didn’t dare disturb the quiet wrapped around us. I stirred first, my limbs tangled with his—skin against skin, warmth against warmth. My thigh was draped over his hips, my cheek nestled against his chest, where I could hear that steady thump that anchored me. Julian’s arm tightened around me instinctively. I didn’t want to move. Last night’s heat still echoed between my thighs, the bruising memory of his mouth on my skin, his voice—rough and wrecked—claiming me with every thrust. But now? Now it was quiet. Intimate in a different way. He shifted slightly, his nose brushing into my hair. “You awake?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Mmm,” I hu

CHAPTER 85 JULIAN’S POV HUMAN CITY! The city pulsed like a living, breathing thing—lights buzzing overhead, cars streaming past in colorful blurs, music floating through the air like smoke. I wasn’t used to this kind of noise, this kind of rhythm. It wasn’t the wildness of the forest, but it had its own… hum. Raven, on the other hand, was already glowing. “Julian!” she called, tugging at my hand as we passed a crowded sidewalk. “Look!” A street artist was crouched low, spraying swirls of color across a massive canvas sprawled on the pavement. With a few flicks of his wrist, he brought to life a galaxy—stars, nebulae, wolves howling into the void. He worked fast, smearing and scraping like he wasn’t even thinking. Just moving. Raven crouched beside him, eyes wide. “This is magic.”

CHAPTER 87 THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM! I thought that the hum of distant traffic, the muted voices from the hallway, the faint creak of old hotel pipes were just scraps of sleep clinging to me. But then I opened my eyes and saw him. Julian. He was standing by the small closet, back tense, tossing shirts into a bag with sharp, efficient movements. The early morning light slanted through a crack in the curtains, washing his silhouette in a cold, colorless glow. My stomach tightened. I sat up slowly, the sheets rustling under me. "Julian?" My voice came out scratchy with sleep. He didn’t look at me. Just shoved another piece of clothing into the duffel and zipped it halfway. Then, he tossed a hoodie at me. "Get dressed. We’re leaving." The cold finality in his tone snapped the last remnants of sleep from my mind.

CHAPTER 89 EDGE OF NO RETURN. That's where I was. It was just my name—but the way she said it, soft and broken open, stripped me bare. Her hand slid up my chest again, hesitant but deliberate, tracing the lines of my collarbone, my throat. Her thumb brushed my jaw, lingering at the corner of my mouth. Every instinct roared to life. Yet again! Take her.Mark her.Make her yours. I caught her wrist gently, holding her hand against my heart. "Careful," I whispered hoarsely. "You're playing with fire." She bit her bottom lip—that soft, pink mouth driving me out of my mind—but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, so close I could count the faint freckles across her nose. "I'm not afraid of burning," she said, her voice trembling but sure.