บททั้งหมดของ The President's Mate: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Devon’s POV“Have you ever tried to hold back a storm? That’s what it felt like. My bones were the thunder, my heart the lightning.”We waited a full day. Every torturous second felt like a deep stab to my already broken heart.They said we had to. Fara said it first, cold and calculated. She wasn’t wrong. A counterattack. A fallback plan. In case.Franco agreed.I didn’t.I didn’t care for plans or fallbacks. I wanted to rip through those goddamn hunter dens and bring Jimmie home. I wanted blood on my claws and his name echoing in my throat. But I waited.We all did.And now..Now, the eight of us stood on the cold shores of Astria, far from any hint of civilisation. We were ghosts moving through rock and woods, drawn to a place that should never have existed. A warehouse. No, not a warehouse, this was something ancient, industrial bones wrapped in rot and secrets. The kind of place that smelled of things forgotten and never meant to be found. Concrete and rust groaned beneath it lik

Devon’s POVSmoke.That was the first thing I noticed: thick, black, and bitter. It hit the back of my throat like tar as the chamber shook again, rock and dirt raining down from above. I threw my arm around Fara, shielding her as part of the ceiling cracked and fell beside us in chunks. Franco swore, already reaching for the emergency wall panel to override the gate.Nadia’s laughter cut through the chaos like a razor through silk.The alarms had already started screaming.“You see, Devon?” she spat, breathless with joy. “This is what it feels like when the walls fall. When your precious kingdom burns.”I turned on her, fangs bared. My wolf was done being caged. My claws tore through my hands like a knife cutting butter. I didn’t recognise the sound I made it was somewhere between a growl and a scream.“You brought them here?” I roared. “To our people? To the children, the elders? What the hell did you give them, Nadia?!"Her expression? Pure delight.“Everything they needed. The hea

Jimmie’s Pov Pain surged through me like a flood, not the kind that tears flesh or cracks bone, no. This pain was crueller, deeper… crafted. It was the kind you feel in your soul, when the world no longer sees you as a person but a thing. A thing to cage. A thing to break. I hit the back of the new cage with a force that rattled my skull. My temple cracked against the cold, rust-patched wall, and a sharp sting bloomed instantly. A warm trickle oozed down the side of my face, not much, just enough to remind me that I was still bleeding. Still alive. Barely. "Stay down, mutt." The hunter spat the words like poison as he slammed the door behind me. I felt his disgust more than I heard it, the sneer in his voice curdled in my chest like sour milk. I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. My body shook with the aftermath of the electric surge the hunter woman had sent through me earlier. My muscles twitched involuntarily, and my limbs felt like wet sand. My hand, already bruised, trembled as

Later, at the Council Chamber. The chamber was still— Too still. I stood in the centre, the firelight dancing shadows along the stone walls, trying not to let my voice crack. But the weight of this night was a living thing pressing down on my shoulders. My chest felt too tight. My throat, dry as ash. I swallowed once, twice, but it didn’t help. “They knew,” I said finally, voice low but sharp. “The Hunters. They knew exactly where we were going to be.” Silence greeted me. Not denial. Not disbelief. Just that cold, thick tension you get when everyone knows the truth but is too damn scared to speak it. “I believe…” I met their eyes one by one. The Elders. The Generals- My people. My pack. “…there’s a mole among us.” The air changed. Spines straightened. Breaths caught. Suspicion sparked behind a dozen careful eyes. No one moved, and yet everything shifted. Elder Throne leaned forward, face unreadable. “A mole?” he asked. “How can you be sure?” My hands clenched. I could still

Devon POVHer words echoed like a curse, unravelling themselves in my mind no matter how many times I tried to shut them out."You took everything from me, Devon. You shattered my family. And I will make sure every single one of you pays for it."Her voice followed me like a second shadow.Even as I sat by the edge of the pool where she’d left me minutes ago, wet footprints trailing behind me, heart still pounding from what she said — that one sentence kept repeating.Like a crack in the earth suddenly splitting wide open.I barely heard the sound of my breathing. I was too busy trying to make sense of it.Everything?She said I took everything?What the hell did that even mean?Eleanor had said a lot of things to hurt me before, but this… this was different. She’d never looked at me like that. Like I’d become the villain in a story I didn’t know existed.And then she said it—she had a brother. A brother I never knew about.When did that happen?Why didn’t she ever tell me?What else