All Chapters of His Straight Pet: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jude’s POVThe corridors narrowed as I stalked down them, shadows racing at my heels like hunting hounds. Every torch guttered as I passed, the flame shrinking back into its own smoke. My rage had weight — enough that the stone itself seemed to bow beneath it.Selene.Her name struck like iron in my skull. Xalor’s words wouldn’t let me rest — whispers of her moving her guards where they had no right to be, her shadows dripping into corners of the keep meant only for me. He hadn’t seen her with Raymond, not yet, but I didn’t need proof to know where this road ended.I reached her wing of the keep.The guards crossed their spears. “Lord Perez, Lady Selene is indisposed.”Shadows lashed from me in answer, curling up the hafts of their weapons, snapping splinters from the wood. The air darkened. My voice came low and sharp enough to carve stone.“Move.”The guards hesitated — brave for half a heartbeat — then faltered under the hunger burning in my eyes. Still, one tried again, fumbling t

Selene’s POVThe chamber was too still. I had been playing against myself for an hour, yet the game of black and white pieces felt less like strategy and more like punishment. Every move reminded me of what I should have been, what I could have taken, if not for Perez.The fire crackled low. A candle guttered.That was when the knock came. Too hesitant to be a guard, too eager to be a courtier. I already knew which of my little shadows it would be.“Enter,” I said, not looking up from the board.The door creaked open. A servant stepped in — one of my watchers placed in Jude’s halls. His eyes darted like a mouse sniffing for the cat. Good. Let him fear. Fear makes tongues sharp.“My lady,” he stammered, bowing so low his nose nearly brushed the stone. “I bring… news.”I let the silence stretch, keeping my gaze on the queen I poised above the board. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I set it down, knocking over the king opposite. The sound rang like judgment.“Speak,” I murmured.He swall

Jude’s POVThe council chamber was still ringing with my shadows.Cracks spiderwebbed across the marble walls, chunks of stone scattered over the floor like broken bones. Wine spilled from overturned goblets, staining maps and silks alike. Guards stood in a frozen half-circle, spears trembling, not sure whether they were meant to restrain me or shield the Lords from the ruin I had already unleashed.And all of them — every Lord, every hanger-on, every spy tucked in the corners — were looking at me. Not at Selene. Not at Dante. Not at Akira.At me.Like I was the monster.Raymond stirred weakly in my arms, his head lolling against my shoulder, blood smearing the collar of my tunic from where I’d slammed him against the wall. His heartbeat throbbed faint but steady against my chest, a rhythm that soothed and accused me all at once.I wanted to roar that it was Selene’s fault. That she had threaded this snare, wou

Raymond’s POVMy head’s splitting, like someone’s driving a spike through my temple. The bandage wrapped around it pulls tight, itching where the stone gashed me open last night. Jude’s bed is too damn big, the furs heavy, smothering, like they’re trying to bury me. His chambers reek of ash and metal, the air sharp enough to cut. That kiss keeps clawing at my mind—his lips crashing into mine, all teeth and hunger, my blood bitter on his tongue. It should’ve sent me running. Should’ve made me hate him. But I’m still here, tangled in his sheets, heart hammering like it’s trying to escape my ribs.What am I to him? His lifeline? His prey? The council’s words echo in my skull—pet, weakness, chained. Jude’s shadows ripped the hall apart, and I was the idiot who chased after him, thinking I could drag him back from the edge. Then his hand hit my chest, slamming me into the wall, and for one heartbeat, I saw death in his eyes. Not because he wanted it. Because he couldn’t stop it.A creak sn

Jude’s POVThe council chamber stinks of wine and fear, the air thick as blood. The crescent table gleams under flickering torches, but the Lords’ faces are sharper—Dante slouched with that snake’s grin, Akira rigid as a blade, Selene serene as a fucking statue. My shadows twitch at my heels, clawing the marble, hungry for something to break. I shouldn’t be here. I should be with Raymond, his pale face burned into my skull—eyes rolling back, body crumpling like paper. But the council summoned, and I’m not fool enough to give them more ammunition.“You’re late again, Perez,” Dante drawls, swirling his goblet. “Trouble keeping your pet in line?”My fist clenches, shadows cracking the floor under my boots. “Speak of him again, and I’ll carve that smirk off your face.”Gasps ripple. A lesser Lord—some weasel-faced bastard from Selene’s camp—leans forward. “Threats in the chamber now? You’re proving our point.”Akira raises a hand, voice calm but cutting. “Enough. We’re here for the rematc