บททั้งหมดของ His Straight Pet: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Jude’s POVThe storm had a scent now—iron and ash, the taste of old blood burning on stone. My fangs ached, lengthening, cutting the inside of my lip. My vision sharpened until I saw every vein in Selene’s throat, every tremor in her pulse beneath that porcelain skin.Vampire. Lord. Dominion’s jewel.Prey.Her thorns surged to life, black vines sprouting and hissing, coiling like serpents hungry for flesh. They lashed upward, spears dripping venom. The crowd screamed in delight, watching the forest grow back, taller, sharper, a living cathedral of death.But my shadows didn’t recoil. They stretched higher, wider, blotting out her vines like night eclipsing the moon. Each lash she sent shattered against me, venom dripping into black smoke that ate the poison whole.She faltered. Just once. A flicker in her eyes.I moved.The sand shattered beneath my feet, exploding in a spray of dust. In a blink, I was inside her forest, shadows tearing through vines faster than they could regrow. Her

Jude’s POVThe Lord stammered. Tried to speak again. Calix didn’t let him finish. The vines struck first, thorns piercing flesh, coiling around the man’s body like serpents. They dragged him down the steps of the hall, shredding his skin, tearing screams from his throat. Calix didn’t blink.“This,” he said to the rest of them, his voice calm as still water, “is why.”And no one ever questioned him again.He ruled like that for years. Not through diplomacy. Not through compromise. Through fear. Through blood. Through the belief that he was untouchable.And for a long time—he was.Until the hunger took him further.It began with whispers. Rumors that he had been seen in the catacombs beneath the Dominion, performing rituals forbidden even to Lords. Blood sigils scrawled on walls. Chants that twisted the air until it screamed. Entire clans vanishing overnight, their halls left empty but for stains on the floor.

Jude’s POVThe chamber was still dark when I woke, though I couldn’t remember closing my eyes. The glass still lay across the floor, jagged pieces reflecting the faint gutter of the half-dead candle. Every breath felt too shallow, like there wasn’t enough air left in the Dominion for me to fill my lungs.I hadn’t dreamed. At least not in the way mortals dream. No scattered images, no wandering through shadows of memory. Only pressure. A weight in my skull that pulsed like a second heartbeat. His heartbeat.I rose too quickly. My ribs ached, resin scars pulling like iron bands across my chest. Shadows flickered, twitching along the edges of the walls as if I’d startled them from sleep. My reflection had vanished with the shattered glass, but I didn’t need it to know what I looked like. Eyes too bright. Fangs too sharp. Hands trembling with hunger that wasn’t only mine.I couldn’t stay still.The training hall lay empty at this hour, but I wanted it that way. The guards who lingered out

Jude’s POVThe guards left because I told them to.“Outside,” I said, and the two posted at the door backed away without a sound. They were efficient men—trained to obey the voice that wore a crown of shadow—so they left the chamber smelling of wet stone and fear.The silence stretched. Raymond’s shoes made no sound; he sat like a statue in the carved chair I’d had made for him, fingers folded too tightly in his lap. He watched me as I paced, as if my steps were a thing he could read.“You can’t just decide this for me,” he said finally. His voice sounded thinner than it should have. “You can’t shut me away like I’m—like I’m nothing.”The word landed like an iron bar. I stopped and turned, the shadows along the floor unfurling at my heels. “Nothing?” I said. “Do you think I would fight this hard, bleed this much, for nothing?”“You say that,” he shot back, jaw working, “but then you lock me away. You lock me away from t

Raymond’s POVIt always happened at the same hour.Just before dawn, when the shadows seemed thickest, when the halls outside fell silent save for the occasional shuffle of a guard. That was when the door would open without a knock, and Jude would come to me.Tonight, I heard the hinges groan, the sweep of his boots against the stone. His presence filled the chamber before I even turned to see him.He looked worse. His shirt clung damp to his body, shredded at the sleeves, shadows still twitching over his arms like smoke that couldn’t find a sky. His eyes glowed faintly red in the half-light.He didn’t speak. He rarely did at these hours.He only stood there for a moment, shoulders heaving as if breathing itself were a battle. Then his gaze slid to me. Not to my face. Never to my face. Always to my throat.The bond tugged tight in my chest, and I hated how it answered—how my pulse leapt as though eager to feed him.