Alle Kapitel von The President's Mate: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Jimmie POVMy head felt like it was in a vice. Every beat of my heart was a dull thud against my skull, a rhythmic reminder that the sun was beginning to dip, and with it, Nathaniel’s chances of survival. I paced the length of our private chambers, my boots silent on the heavy rugs, but the silence only made the noise in my head louder.I looked at the unmade bed, the familiar scent of cedar and musk—Devon’s scent clinging to the pillows. It should have been a comfort, but right now, it felt like an accusation. I was a traitor in my own sanctuary.How do I do this? I thought, my hands trembling. How do I take the one thing he’s holding onto for strength?Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The vibration felt like an electric shock. I swiped it open, my eyes scanning the screen.Unknown Number: Your time is running out, dear Luna. Tik tok... tik... tok...A cold shiver, sharp as a needle, raced down my spine. The phone slid from my numb fingers, clattering onto the hardwood floor.

Jimmie POVThe tyres of the vehicle shrieked against the asphalt as I tore through the streets of Astria. The city was a blur of neon signs, glowing storefronts, and pedestrians crossing the street, completely oblivious to the fact that my world was haemorrhaging. The wind whipped through the open window, tossing my hair into my eyes, but I didn't care. I didn't see the beauty of the city lights; all I saw was the digital clock on the dashboard, bleeding red minutes away.Was Devon looking for me yet? The thought was a persistent itch in the back of my mind. Had they walked into our room and found it empty? I shook my head violently, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Focus, Jimmie. Focus.I took a sharp, sliding turn that sent the tyres smoking, and then, looming out of the darkness like a ghost, it appeared. The Saint Jude's Methodist Church. It sat there in outstandingly stark white, its distinctive bell tower piercing the night sky like a jagged tooth. The

Jimmie POVI stepped out of the vehicle, the door clicking shut behind me as Nate followed my instructions, his small, pale face pressed against the glass. I took a deep breath of the cold night air, the scent of gunpowder and wet earth filling my lungs. I didn't have time to hesitate.A rogue—eyes glowing a jagged, hungry red—saw me as an easy target and lunged. I didn't flinch. I raised the silver gun, the weight of it steady in my hands, and fired. The bullet caught him square in the forehead. He dropped mid-air, a heap of dead weight hitting the gravel with a final, dusty thud.Then, the air itself seemed to curdle.A long, dirge-like howl ripped through the night, a sound so hollow and filled with such agonising grief and madness that it made my stomach turn. I looked toward the mouth of the cave.Nadia emerged like a demon climbing out of hell. Her dark fur was matted and shimmering with fresh blood from her struggle with Kael. She stood at the centre of the entrance, framed by t

Devon POVThe training ground was a landscape of haunting purity, the fresh snow smoothing over the jagged edges of the earth. But as I approached the mini-cliff rock at the edge of the field, the silence felt heavy, like it was mourning alongside us.I found him there—a small, dark silhouette against the vast white clearing. He was crouching at the very tip of the rock, the exact spot Fara used to claim as her own. “It helps me see things more clearly, Devon,” she had told me once, her eyes sparkling with that fierce Beta pride as she watched the warriors spar below. “To know who’s putting in the work and who’s just lazing around.” She had seen everything from this spot. And now, her eleven-year-old son was sitting there, trying to see her in the empty air she left behind. The void wasn't just in the pack; it was right here, in the cold, hollow space where a mother’s laughter used to be."Hey," I said softly, coming to a halt a few feet behind him.Mico turned only slightly. His eyes

Dear Reader, kindly note that this chapter contains scenes of explicit M/M sexual behaviour. Viewer discretion is advised.JIMMIE POVThe morning air was so crisp it felt like breathing in crushed diamonds. We stood in the heart of the Woodland territory, a vast clearing that had been transformed into a sanctuary of white and gold. The snow was deep, smoothing over the jagged scars of the earth, creating a pristine canvas for what was to come.The assembly was a masterpiece of order and ancient tradition. The pack had formed a massive, living circle, the sheer number of them a testament to our survival. To the north stood the Elder Council, their forms draped in white silk robes with golden embers embroidered along the hems, making them look like statues carved from moonlight.To the east and west, the warriors were split into segments. Some stood at the very edges of the clearing, perched on frozen rocks to keep watch, their silhouettes sharp against the sky. Others stood close to Ge