All Chapters of The President's Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jimmie POVIt has been four weeks since Clementine’s death. Four weeks since the light in my chest went out, since the air around me grew heavier, harder to breathe. It hasn’t been easy. Not a single day has been easy, but somehow, I’m still pulling through.Devon has been… good. Better than I expected. Always hovering, always trying in his own way to cheer me up, to draw me out of myself. I can see he’s hurting too — the loss of Clementine has carved its marks into him as much as it has into me. He hides it better, but I know. I can feel it in the pauses between his words, in the moments when his eyes cloud before he forces a smile.I’ve had time to reflect. To grieve. And I am still grieving, God knows I am. The void Clementine ripped in my life isn't one that vanishes with weeks or days.. It’s an open wound, and I know it will take more than time to heal — if it ever truly heals at all.But I have learned, little by little, to pull my focus away from the ache. Fara told me once tha

Devon’s POVIt happened again.The way Jimmie’s body jerked, the sudden stiffness in his stance—there was no mistaking it. He’d had another vision, and from the look etched on his face, this wasn’t something I could brush aside. But there was hesitation. I felt it in the bond between us, the way he avoided my eyes, as if torn between speaking the truth and shielding me from it. My chest tightened. Jimmie was hiding something—again.Before I could press him, a knock came at the door. Franco stepped inside, his expression careful.“It’s time to go, Devon.”I didn’t move. Not yet. Not when my mate looked so shaken.“I’m not leaving him like this,” I said, my voice clipped.Franco’s eyes darted between us, sensing the tension in the room. “Is everything okay here?”“No, Franco.” I didn’t look away from Jimmie. My gaze locked on him, fierce, unrelenting. “He just had a vision, and he’s about to tell us exactly what he saw.”Jimmie shifted, moving slowly toward the edge of the bed. His shou

Devon’s POVThe city blurred past the window like a smudge of light and shadow, but all I could see were their faces. My children.Nathaniel’s deep blue eyes—the eyes I had always assumed he’d inherited from Eleanor. Aria’s soft curly brown hair—Eleanor had said they were from her late mother. I had believed her. Never questioned. Never needed to.But now, as the convoy rolled through Astria with sirens slicing the air, my mind began pulling threads I didn’t want to pull. Little things. Small differences. Questions that had no answers.If I wasn’t their father… then who was?The question punched through my skull, heavy and relentless. I gripped the edge of the seat so hard my claws almost broke through.Franco’s voice cut through my spiralling thoughts. “We’ll be arriving in a few minutes, sire.”I didn’t respond. I couldn’t trust my voice, not with the storm clawing at my throat. My silence was answer enough.I stared out the window, the patrol’s flashing lights reflecting against th

JIMMIE’S POV Restless. That’s the only word that could describe the way I’d been feeling ever since Devon left the pack.No matter what I did—reading, training, even meditating- the air still felt heavy. Like a storm hanging just above my chest, refusing to break.I didn’t like the way we left things.The shouting. The accusations. The way his eyes had flashed gold when anger overtook him. Even though part of me was still furious about what he almost did to me, I couldn’t deny the fact that I still cared about him. Deeply. More than I wanted to admit.I understood that he was hurting. That his entire world had just cracked open beneath him, but what I couldn’t understand… what I hated... was the silence.No replies to my messages. No answer to my calls. Not even through the mind link. And that’s what made the unease worse because even if he wanted to ignore me, he couldn’t block me out completely. Not unless something was wrong. Terribly wrong.My fingers drummed against the wooden b

Jimmie POVThe moment we reached the city square, everything was chaos.Mothers clutched their children, screaming and pushing through the crowd; some were barefoot, some still holding their half-eaten snacks from the stalls. The air smelled of fear — sharp, hot, and real. I could feel it clawing at my skin.“God…” I whispered, stepping out of the car as Fara and Molly followed, the noise of panic swallowing every other sound.My eyes scanned desperately over the sea of faces, searching for just two — Eleanor and Devon. If I could find either of them, maybe… just maybe, I could stop this from turning into what I’d seen in my vision.“Jimmie!” Fara called, but I barely heard her. The pounding in my ears was louder than her voice.A terrified woman ran past, and Fara caught her by the arm. “What happened? What’s going on?” she demanded.The woman’s eyes were wild, her voice shaking. “There was a gunshot! Someone fired! We’re trying to get out. You should too!”The word gunshot hit me li