Todos os capítulos de The President's Mate: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Devon POVThe moon had risen now, full and proud, hanging above the ocean like a silent sentinel, casting a silver sheen across the waves that licked gently at our bare feet. We were lying together on the smooth bedrock, the wind doing its work, sighing through the flowers behind us, brushing cool fingers over the sweat still lingering on our skin, whispering secrets that only the night knew.Jimmie had shifted closer to me, his body curved into mine like a second skin. I made room, instantly, instinctively, kissing his forehead with a tenderness I didn’t know I was truly capable of before him.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The silence between us was full. Full of breath, full of feeling, full of that strange, powerful stillness that follows something sacred.And gods, tonight had been just that.I remembered standing in that clearing, my wolf trembling inside me, on edge, uncertain, terrified in a way only an Alpha could be when he's handing over the most intimate part of himse

Devon'sNathaniel lay still now.The doctor had injected something into his IV — a clear liquid that promised peace for the night. She said he’d be out for a few hours. Once he woke, and they repeated the necessary scans, we’d know for sure if he was truly out of danger. Only then would we be allowed to take him home.Home.What even was home anymore?I nodded at the doctor. “Thank you,” I said, though my voice was cracked at the edges. My body was still humming with the remnants of rage — the aftershocks of that venomous argument with Lucan hadn’t fully left me. My wolf was pacing just beneath my skin, rattling the cage. Restless. Restive.“Papa, you need to go home and rest,” Eleanor said, her tone steady, firm, the way it always got when she didn’t want to be argued with. She was speaking to Lucan, whose ego was about to snap under the weight of being told what to do by his own daughter.“I’ll stay. I can—”“No,” she said, sharper this time. “You won’t.”Lucan looked like he wanted

Jimmie POV The ride to the subway park felt like an endless road stitched together with dread and prayers. My hands gripped the wheel of the black SUV as if I were holding myself together with it, while the wind cut through the half-open window, cold and sharp against my skin, but not enough to numb the storm twisting inside me. Clementine. Alive, but she didn’t sound hurt—just lost, Scared and Frantic, but still her, and that was the part that made my heart feel like it was bleeding into my ribcage. Because how? How did she escape Nadia? Was it even real? Or was this one of Nadia’s games, another twisted, knife-sharp trick designed to carve something precious out of me? Maybe. But I was willing to take that risk. I'd take a hundred more if it meant there was even a sliver of her left to save. The city passed in flickers—neon signs bleeding over cracked sidewalks, people going about their night with faces full of mundanity, while mine was splintering into panic. I pulled into th

Devon POV Livid didn’t even begin to describe it. I was beyond rage. I was vibrating with it, my blood hot, my skin crawling with heat, my wolf clawing at my insides. I couldn’t breathe past it. I couldn’t think because I had almost lost him, again. Jimmie, my mate, was nearly ripped apart. And for what? Because Nadia, that deranged, heartless bitch just couldn’t help herself. What the hell was wrong with her? How could she be so reckless, so consumed with whatever game she thought she was playing, that she would endanger everything? Her own pack. Her own kin. Herself. And now? The humans knew. They saw us, heard us and worse, tasted our truth in the blood and howls and teeth. There were videos now, screams. Reports are already flooding the airwaves. There was no cleaning this up. This wasn’t just a breach. This was a war she started. Earlier that day, I had been at the hospital with Eleanor. We were standing in the private ward while the doctor rounded off her update. “Nat

Jimmie POVI couldn’t breathe.The basement felt like it was choking me, thick, stale air pressing down like hands on my throat. I had to get out.Now I stood on the pavement outside the house, staring at the endless wall of trees stretching across Astria's edge. The rain poured so hard it blurred the line between sky and earth. Thunder cracked like gunfire overhead. The scent of wet leaves and fog clung to everything. I was cold, but the cold didn’t matter.What did... was everything that had changed.Astria wouldn’t be the same after this. The hidden things—the monsters, the myths, the bedtime stories they were real. They were loose.And worse...Clementine was at the centre of it all.My cousin.My best friend.The girl I swore I’d protect now changed into something unrecognisable.The Night Reaper.God, I dragged her into this.This life.This cursed life I chose to fight for.Was it even worth it?“Hey,” Fara said softly behind me.I didn’t turn. Just pulled my arms tighter aroun