Todos los capítulos de The President's Mate: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 148

Jimmie POVThe city of Astria didn't know it was at war until the first howl broke the midnight silence.I stood at the head of the column, my boots heavy on the cold pavement. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the looming threat of rain. To my right, Fara moved with a predator’s grace; she had already shifted, her ginger fur glowing like embers under the harsh, white glare of the streetlights. Every few seconds, a low vibration rattled her chest—a warning to anything that breathed. To my left, General Canine loomed in his human form, but he was barely holding on. His eyes were already a bright, molten gold, and his fingernails had elongated into black, curved talons.Behind me, the Pack was a shadow that breathed. Hundreds of them, eyes glowing, waiting for me. I could feel the collective heat of their bodies at my back, a living wall of fur and fury.Then, I saw it. The Sledge Headquarters.It was a beautiful lie of a building. Exquisite, modernised glass walls reflected

Jimmie POVI was adrift in a void. At first, there was only the cold, a numbing weightlessness that made me think I had finally stopped existing. But then, something shattered the silence—sound seeping in, constant and rhythmic, like the beat of the earth itself, punctuated by a far-off din speeding by.The ringing in my ears was deafening. I tried to move, to reach for the wound in my neck where Eleanor’s bullet had torn through my life, but my hand met nothing but smooth, unblemished skin. I gasped, my eyes snapping open.I wasn't in the abattoir anymore.I was in a place where the darkness seemed to have a life of its own. It started with complete darkness, an engulfing depth that left me feeling submerged, but then a glimmer of light erupted from within the rock. The light grew, casting eerie shadows on the walls of an ancient cave.It was staggering. The walls were not just rock formations—rather, they were a living tapestry of history. Ancient markings like cuneiform and symbols

Jimmie POVThe Pack House was quiet now, but it wasn't the peaceful silence of a sanctuary. It was the heavy, breathless hush of a recovery room.It had been one week.One week since the sky over Astria turned orange with the fire of the Sledge’s end. One week since I dragged Devon’s broken body through a wall of flame, feeling my own skin blister as I refused to let go. One week since I came back from that ancient cave, from the presence of the Great Thora. I hadn't told anyone about the waterfall, the ancient markings, or the woman with Devon’s eyes. How could I? They were already looking at me like I was a miracle; I didn't need them looking at me like I was a ghost.It had been one week since we lost Molly. The grief for her was a dull, constant ache in the back of my throat. She had sacrificed everything for a world she believed in, and now her ash-colored fur was only a memory in the wind.And for one week, Devon hadn't stirred.He lay in the centre of our massive bed, the silk

Devon POVThe road to the Cave of the Forgotten was a jagged scar through the dark wilderness, and every jolt of the SUV felt like a hammer striking my raw nerves. I sat in the back, the leather of the seat creaking under my weight, feeling the heavy, suffocating silence of the forest pressing in on us. It shouldn't have taken this long. Time was stretching, distorting, turning every minute into an hour of agony.My mind kept drifting back to the sanctuary of our chamber, just before we left.I remember the weight of the leather pants as I pulled them on, my muscles still stiff, protesting every movement. I was reaching for my jacket when I felt him. Jimmie. He didn't say a word, just stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his face against my back, his warmth seeping through my shirt and hitting my skin like a brand.For a heartbeat, I just closed my eyes and leaned into him. The Alpha, the President, the Warrior—all of that stripped away until I was jus