All Chapters of The President's Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jimmie POV“Hey, easy, tiger,” Fara’s voice brushed against me, soft but firm, as my fingers fumbled with the buckle of her belt. We were suiting up in the pack’s armoury, the air heavy with the scent of steel and leather, every surface gleaming with the weapons that would soon draw blood. Devon had said it, the mission had begun, and now there was no turning back.The groups were splitting. Fara would lead her eight wolves to Clemsville, far north in Astria. Devon, with Franco at his side, would take theirs to St. Nicholas Work Way, the shadowed outskirts. The tension hummed in the air, vibrating like a wire pulled too tight.“You okay?” Fara’s voice came again, cutting through the metallic stillness.I glanced at her. Just a glance. My tongue stayed heavy, chained.“You seem off, Jimmie,” she pressed, eyes narrowing with that sharpness of hers. “Agitated, sort of. Is everything okay?”I exhaled hard, the breath clawing out of my chest. Of course, I was agitated. I was on edge, crack

Devon POVThe black twelve-seater van sat like a shadow parked under the trees, tyres sinking into the soft shoulder of the road. I crouched in the back with the hatch cracked open, binoculars pressed to my face, watching the building tucked behind the dark rows of pines, which was one of the hunters’ lairs, quiet and waiting. The place looked abandoned from this angle, with broken gutters, a sagging porch, and a curtain twitching somewhere down a second-floor window. Too quiet. That made my teeth itch.Franco was beside me, knees braced, the glow of the dashboard staining his jaw orange. Around us, the others hunched low—ten wolves, lean and taut, breaths shallow and synchronised. Each one waited for my command like a coiled thing. The van smelled of oil and leather and the electric hush that comes before a hunt. Outside, the moon hung fat and indifferent above the treeline.I lowered the binoculars and let the silence sit between us for a beat, tasting it. “Just like we planned,” I

Jimmie POV —-I froze, every part of me turning rigid, and when I turned, Stella was already there at my side. Her face—white as bone, eyes wide, chest rising and falling so fast it was like she was suffocating. Norah clung to her skirt, the little girl’s fingers curling tight into the fabric.“Please don’t hand us over to them,” Stella whispered, voice trembling, her head shaking violently. “Please… don’t…”The words scraped against me like broken glass. My throat tightened, but what came out wasn’t comfort; it was raw, sharp, almost venom. “You led them to us.”Her eyes snapped up to me, filled with hurt that cut straight through. “No! Never!” she said, the desperation in her tone clawing its way into my chest. “Maybe—maybe I wasn’t careful enough, and they trailed me here. But I would never betray you. Never! Jimmie, you have to believe me!”I just stared at her for a beat, reading her. The tremble in her hands. The way her voice cracked on never. The fear pouring off her wasn’t t

Eleanor POVPapa’s voice rattled the walls, so sharp it vibrated in my chest.“I need answers, Jim!” he thundered, the words crashing as the glass of wine in his hand went flying, shattering against the wall, red dripping down like blood.“What the hell happened!” he roared again, his voice tearing through the residence like a wounded lion claiming territory.Jim stood across the room, fidgeting, shifting on his feet. I could see his fingers twitching against his thigh, his lips parting, but no words finding their way out. And gods, it amused me, because if there was one man on this planet Jim actually feared, it was my father.“Lucan”, Jim finally began, his voice thin, “the Hunters said they faced a deadlock. They… they couldn’t get Stella and the kid.”“And the drive!” Papa’s roar cracked like a whip. He took one step forward, and I swear the air seemed to change. “What about the drive, Jim! You know—” his voice rose again, spit sharp, “you very well know if that drive leaks to the

Eleanor POVFinally, she exhaled. “What’s the plan?” Her question was a blade wrapped in curiosity.“Like I said,” I answered. “Jimmie’s been rescued. My private investigator, the one I hired to tail Devon, told me where they’re holding him. I know where they are.”“And?” she pressed.“The plan is to lure Devon out of the vicinity.” I kept my words deliberate, handing over pieces like a dealer. Her mouth twitched. “How would you do that? You know my cousin is super all over your ex-PA like a lap dog to its owner.” The barb was meant to needle, to make me bite.I rolled my eyes because letting her under my skin was a luxury I wouldn’t afford. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle that part.” My voice didn’t waver; if anything, there was a calm in it born of the map I’d drawn in my head a dozen times.“And Franco?” she asked, scepticism folded into the single word.“He’ll go with Devon,” I said. The certainty in the answer surprised me with how quiet it felt. “If Devon leaves Jimmie anywhere, he’