บททั้งหมดของ The President's Mate: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Jimmie POV—Fara cleared her throat.“Yes, I did take Nadia from Devon’s custody,” she admitted evenly. “But not with the intent of bringing her here.”“Then where is she?” Elder Kael pressed, his eyes narrowing.“Somewhere secure,” Fara answered, her tone clipped, leaving no room for argument. Then, colder: “And that is all I will say on the matter.”The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. I could feel the weight of the elders’ stares, but no one dared push further.Fara leaned forward slightly, voice steady, measured.“We need Devon here. He’s the only one who can tell us what’s truly going on. Any move we make without clarity could be used against us, especially since the Hunters haven’t acted yet, and neither have the humans.”Elder Throne broke the silence. “So… do we wait until they strike first?”Fara shook her head, calm but firm. “No. That’s why we reinforce. Strengthen security and guard details.” Her gaze shifted to the female seated opposite us—the Pack’s genera

JIMMIE POV I didn’t even know how I ended up here. One moment, I was running from Devon, the next, my legs had dragged me straight to the statue of Selene. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was fate. Now I sat slumped on the cold stone stool at her feet, dawn light spilling across the clearing, brushing the goddess’s marble face in gold. I should have felt peace here, but I couldn’t. My chest was still burning.How dare Devon. How could he?Yes, he’d found me with Karl, and yes, it had looked bad. But of all people, he should have given me the benefit of the doubt. Instead, he’d looked at me like I was nothing more than some cheap slut to be claimed and shamed. My fists tightened at the memory. Karl had kissed me, not the other way around, and yet Devon hadn’t even stopped long enough to ask.Then another memory stabbed through—the sharp crack of my palm against his cheek. I winced, pressing my hand into my lap as if I could erase the sting that still lingered there. I hadn’t meant to

Jimmie POV He had a reason. He fucking had a reason! That was all that kept ringing in my head as Devon sat before the council and told them why he did what he did.I knew it. I knew the man I was mated to wasn’t some callous, selfish bastard, but a thinker. A true Alpha. Loyal to the bone.Sure, Devon could be a pain in the ass literally and otherwise. God help me, I actually blushed at that thought, but he always meant well. He always did.Still… there was something he wasn’t saying. I could feel it in the way he spoke, the way his eyes lingered on the council. He was holding back, keeping something close to his chest, like he was still figuring out who he could trust.The chamber emptied. One by one, they filed out until Franco was the last. “I’ll go check the perimeters with Fara. Make sure things are in place.” Devon only nodded, his expression unreadable. The heavy door shut with a thud.The silence pressed in. Devon stood there, shoulders tight, carrying the weight of the whol

JIMMIE’S POV I woke before Devon. The room was dark, quiet, and heavy with the scent of him. I yawned, reaching for my phone—7:00 PM. We’d slept seven hours straight. Stretching, I turned and caught him watching me, calm and unblinking. “You’re awake,” I murmured. His voice was thick, deep, sending shivers across my skin. “I’ve been awake for a while. It’s soothing… watching you sleep.” My face warmed instantly, and I recoiled shyly. “Don’t say that, Devon.” “Say what?” he teased, leaning closer, the bed creaking under his weight. Heat rushed through me, anticipation prickling. “How long?” I whispered. “For a while,” he said without hesitation. “You’re beautiful even when you sleep.” My blush deepened, and before I could respond, he shifted nearer. His body pressed against mine, and I felt the undeniable hardness straining against my thigh. God, I wanted him. I wanted him to take me, to quench the fire tearing through me, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed answers. I needed to

Clementine POVThe ride downtown was too quiet. Eerily quiet. Normally, Klaus couldn’t shut up—he was a loudmouth, always teasing, always finding new ways to get under my skin. But tonight? He just sat there in the passenger seat, jaw tight, one hand gripping his leather jacket as if it was the only thing keeping him anchored to this world.Streetlights flashed against the windshield as I sped through Astria’s city streets. Neon signs flickered, pedestrians hurried across glowing crosswalks, and a massive billboard lit up the skyline: “Varshava Summit – A Month Away.” My stomach twisted. That date wasn’t just an event—it was a deadline. My mission. My burden.I forced my eyes back to the road, refusing to let the weight of it crush me. Klaus was supposed to be the one keeping me sane, but right now, he looked like a ghost of himself.I rolled my eyes, breaking the silence before it swallowed us both.“Hey!” I called, pitching my voice higher, cheerful in the fakest way only I could ma