All Chapters of The President's Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jimmie’s POVI was standing in the middle of the street.Not just any street, I knew this one. The cracked asphalt, the leaning lamppost, the faded shop signs. It was Astria’s time square, but it wasn’t right. There were no cars. No pedestrians. No street vendors shouting over each other. No constant hum of life.Only silence. Heavy and pressing.The kind of silence that felt like it was watching me.I turned in a slow circle, my breath coming short. My shoes scraped against the road, the sound too loud in the stillness. What was I doing here? How had I gotten here?Then movement. From the corner of my eye, a pair of red eyes gleamed in the dark. They didn’t blink, and below them… teeth. Bright, sharp, and bared.My muscles locked. My pulse roared in my ears, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t.The red eyes advanced slowly and deliberately. The darkness peeled back just enough to reveal a massive midnight wolf. Its fur shimmered like oil under moonlight, every step radiating predatory gr

Devon’s POV“Papa… you’re the monster on TV?”Nathaniel’s voice seemed to hang in the air, stretching seconds into something heavier, almost unbearable. Every muscle in my body went rigid. My wolf might be silent, but instinct roared to life all the same.How does a father answer that?How do you tell your son that the thing that wakes him screaming in the night is the truth in your blood?You don’t. You can’t.Eleanor moved first, of course. Always composed. Always ready.“Shhh, child,” she said gently, with that practised mother’s tone. “You need to rest.”“But Mama—” Nathaniel’s voice wavered, stubborn but uncertain, like he was trying to line up the puzzle pieces.“You must have misheard, dear,” Eleanor said softly. “Papa and I were only discussing… work strategies.”Nathaniel’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t letting it go.“But Mama, you said Papa had a wolf. I heard you. And… a pack.”The words hit me harder than any blow I’ve taken in battle. My heart dropped to some cold, unreachabl

DEVON’S POV Eleanor reached her first, wrapping Aria’s trembling body against her chest, her warmth swallowing my daughter whole.I staggered closer, my claws already retracted, my eyes returned to human. I wasn’t a monster anymore—I wasn’t. I only wanted to hold her, to assure her that her father was still here.I reached out. Just a hand. Just a touch.But the moment Aria’s wide eyes fell on me, she screamed. A shrill, heart-splitting sound that tore through my soul. She buried herself deeper into Eleanor, her small hands clutching at her mother’s dress as though my very presence was death itself.And in that instant, something inside me died. Whatever fragile resolve I’d been clinging to shattered completely.I saw it in her face—fear, not love. Horror, not trust. My beautiful little girl looked at me and saw a beast. Not her father. Not the man who once carried her on his shoulders, who whispered bedtime stories until she slept.No. She saw a monster.And with that look, with tha

Jimmie’s POV The moment Fara’s voice boomed, the air shifted. Elder Kael stood rooted to the ground, unmoving, though I caught the tiniest flinch in his stance. The six guards flanking him parted instantly, like the sound of her command was something their bones recognised— an Alpha’s authority, sharp and undeniable. Fara moved forward with the grace of a predator, closing in on Kael, who refused to step aside. His earlier confidence had faltered, I could see it clear as day, but the man was stubborn—damn stubborn. He stood there like a mountain daring a storm to break against it. “I won’t tell you again, Kael,” Fara said, her voice low, lethal, glowing with the weight of command. Kael answered without looking her in the eye. “Because Devon isn’t here doesn’t automatically make you Alpha.” Then, with a sharp glance her way, he added, “You have to earn it.” Fara chuckled dryly, as though his defiance was beneath her notice. “I have absolutely nothing to prove to you, Kael. Now move

JIMMIE POV Sitting beside Fara at the council table, I tried to keep my expression neutral, but when Elder Throne raised the question about Nadia’s whereabouts, my chest tightened. Without meaning to, I glanced at Fara. She caught it, and for the briefest moment, we shared a knowing look—silent, heavy.Earlier on our way to the pack…The vehicle turned sharply onto a lonely path, swallowed by towering trees whose shadows strangled out the last hints of twilight. The deeper we went, the darker it became, until it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. My chest tightened. I thought we were already at Woodland and asked Fara, “Have we arrived?”She only chuckled softly, a sound that didn’t match the weight in her eyes.“No, Jimmie. This is just a slight detour before we continue. I need to see to something first.”The car rolled to a stop in front of a structure that made my skin prickle. A squat stone building crouched in the dark, looking more like a tomb than anything bel