All Chapters of His Straight Pet: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Selene’s POV“You’re late, Perez,” I hiss into the dark, my words echoing off the vault’s stone walls. The air’s cold, sharp with old magic, like breathing in a grave. My fingers clutch the crown—black iron, sharp, pulsing with Mother’s power. It sits heavy on my head, its weight sinking into my brain, whispering promises of control. The pedestal before me glows dimly, runes carved deep, their red light flickering like blood in water.My energy hums, slicing the air, bending the shadows to my will. I see them—Jude and his human, Raymond, their hands locked, their tie burning through the curse I wove. Their love mocks me, a knife in my chest, twisting with every memory of Mother’s deception.The vault’s deeper than they think, hidden beneath the keep’s heart, its walls dripping with damp, marked with wards that sting my skin. I kicked a torch over, its flame spitting, lighting up the crown when I found it. My boots crunch on broken bones—old sacrifices, Mot

Akira's POVI slam my fist down on the council table, causing the scarred wood to tremble, and declare, "She's gone too far." The air in the room is heavy, and the flickering torches create ragged shadows on the stone walls. The lesser lords recoil, auras humming like a storm on the verge of erupting, crimson eyes darting. Cassian's arms cross, and his icy gaze challenges me to exert more effort, while Liora's braid swings as she leans back and grins sharply. The room is divided, half prepared to crown her, half prepared to fight, but Raymond's proof—Selene's parchment and her blood-ink vials—is in front of me, indisputable. Selene's crown is tearing the Dominion apart as the keep trembles and the roar of the shade-storm reverberates from below. My chest tightens as I see Jude and Raymond holding hands and their bond burning through her curse; perhaps I'm envious of their loyalty, which I've never experienced.I cut through the whispers with a steady voice and

Jude’s POV“Raymond!” I yell, my voice all hoarse, clawing through the ruins like a lunatic, stones cutting my palms, blood streaming hot. My shadows flicker faint at my feet, curling like smoke from a dying fire, my chest burning from the inside out. The vault’s a mess—dust thick as fog, air stinking of blood and shattered rock, that old thing’s hisses fading but still resonating in my mind. Akira’s spear scrapes into the stone beside me, his face matted with dirt, eyes sharp but anxious. “Jude, stop,” he whispers, voice low, clutching my arm. “You’re gonna bury yourself. He’s gone—they snatched him.”I shove him off, pain shooting through my ribs, my Seraphin blood fighting the vampire hunger, like two beasts ripping me apart. “Gone? Fuck that,” I snarl, voice cracking, shadows lashing out, cracking a boulder. Raymond’s heartbeat thumps faint in our bond, like a whisper, pulling me, making my gut twist. I see his face—eyes wide, trusting, his hand slipping from mine as those Hollowk

Jude’s POV“Get your damn hands off him!” I shout, my voice harsh, blood running hot down my side where Calix’s blade sliced me deep. The fortress floor’s cold, slick with my blood, the air heavy with ash and that awful magic stink. Raymond’s bound to this scary altar, pale as hell, blood pouring under his wrists, red runes shining like a bad trip. My shadows are faint, flickering like a busted light, my Seraphin-vampire blood fighting itself, pain ripping through my gut like claws. The bond’s screaming, Raymond’s heartbeat fast and terrified, but strong, drawing me to him like a rope. Calix hovers over him, smirking, his eyes too much like mine but cold, nasty. “You’re done, Jude,” he says, voice all slick. “Your boy’s blood’s mine.”I stagger up, legs wobbly, blood soaking my clothes, adhering to my skin. Raymond’s eyes hit mine, wide, afraid, but battling, like he’s not giving up. “Jude!” he cries, voice broken, tugging the shackles, blood streaming faster. I picture his lips on mi

Raymond’s POV“Fuck, it’s… it’s back,” I choke out, grabbing my chest, the curse burning like someone jammed a hot coal under my ribs. I’m down on my knees in the vampire realm’s dirt, all cold and muddy, my hands sinking into the muck. Jude’s right there, crouched next to me, his hand rough but warm on my shoulder, holding me so I don’t fall apart. His blood’s still smeared on my shirt from that fortress fight, his side bandaged quick but leaking red, and his eyes are sharp, staring into mine, scared shitless. The air’s cold, smells like wet moss and rusty iron, but my head’s spinning like crazy, a vision hitting me—a glowing relic chunk in Calix’s hand, some temple in the mortal world, vampires screaming their lungs out. The bond’s thumping hard, our heartbeats all jumbled, keeping me from totally losing my shit. “J-Jude,” I stammer, voice all cracked and wobbly, “it’s… it’s showing me something. A-a temple. We gotta… gotta go.”Jude’s grip gets tighter, his claws brushing my skin,