All Chapters of His Straight Pet: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Jude’s POV“Selene’s ritual’s ticking down,” I mutter, shadows poised as we storm her hideout, Raymond’s light burning alongside me. The vampire realm’s a horrible nightmare—red skies spilling into black cliffs, air thick with blood and ash, like the whole area is decaying. My heart’s thumping, ‘cause the altar we uncovered, with Raymond’s blood attached to Calix’s resurrection, is counting down fast, and we’re out of time. Raymond’s hand’s gripped in mine, his light buzzing like a live wire, making my skin tingle. Dante’s behind us, shadows sharp as knives, eyes darting like he’s waiting for a knife in the back. “We gotta move quick,” I reply, voice gruff, attempting to force down the fear gripping my core.Raymond’s eyes are wide, glowing with his hybrid light, but he’s holding it together, even with this shitstorm around us. “I feel it, Jude,” he adds, voice low but strong as nails. “The ritual’s pulling my blood.” Our bond hums, hot and ferocious, like it’s connecting us tighter t

Jude’s POV“The Hollowlands are a damn death trap,” I mutter, shadows flaring as we trek through cursed fog, Raymond’s light guiding us. The air’s thick, like breathing mud, and the ground’s all jagged rock and black vines that move like they’re alive. My heart’s pounding, ‘cause we’re racing a blood moon to stop Selene’s final ritual, and this place feels like it wants us dead. Raymond’s hand’s in mine, his light glowing soft, cutting through the fog, and our bond hums, keeping me from losing my shit. Dante’s limping behind, still beat from the last fight, his shadows weak but sharp. “This place’ll eat us alive,” he says, voice rough, and I nod, ‘cause he ain’t wrong.Raymond’s eyes are bright, his hybrid light steady even though he’s pale, the counter-ritual from the vampire realm still messing him up. “My visions—they’re pointing this way,” he says, voice low but tough, like he’s pushing through the pain. I squeeze his hand, shadows curling around us. “Don’t do anything stupid, sun

Jude’s POV“Raymond’s slipping away,” I choke out, shadows flaring as I hold him, wraiths closing in under the blood moon. The Hollowlands are a damn nightmare—ground splitting like it’s angry, fog thick as tar, red sky bleeding like a fresh wound. Raymond’s slumped in my arms, pale as a ghost, his light flickering like a candle about to die, and my heart’s hammering so hard it might bust out, ‘cause his heart’s failing, tied to Calix’s resurrection. My shadows wrap us tight, shielding him from the wraiths—black, smoky bastards with claws and red eyes, hissing like they’re starving. Dante’s nearby, blood dripping from his leg, shadows weak but swinging at anything that moves. Kael, the rogue vampire we don’t trust, is with us, his wild shadows tearing into wraiths, but his shifty eyes make my skin crawl. “Stay with me, sunshine!” I yell, voice cracking like glass, and Raymond’s eyes flutter, barely open, weak but fighting. “I’m trying, Jude—help me,” he whispers, and it’s like a knife

Jude’s POV“You ready for this, sunshine?” I say, voice low, grabbing Raymond’s hand on the stronghold’s wall, night air cool against my skin. His light’s flickering, weak from the Hollowlands where Calix’s damn ritual nearly broke him, but his eyes are bright, full of that stubborn hope I can’t get enough of.“Always, Jude—partners,” he says, squeezing my hand, his smile soft but fierce, making my chest tight. “You gonna do something stupid?”“Me? Never,” I mutter, shadows curling around us, smirking. “You’re the one I worry about.”“No promises,” he says, laughing, light sparking. “We got this, right?”“Damn right,” I say, pulling him close, kissing his forehead, tasting sweat and him, our bond humming warm. “Hunters incoming!” I yell, shadows flaring as alarms blare, sharp and loud, shattering our moment.“What the hell?” Raymond says, light burning, clutching the golden relic from the Hollowlands. “They’re after this orb, aren’t they?”“Yeah,” I say, shadows sharp. “Selene’s basta

Jude’s POV“Uprising’s spreading like wildfire,” I mutter, pacing in the busted-up warehouse, Raymond at my side, his light glowing soft but steady, like a damn beacon. His face is pale from the hidden realm, where he nearly died killing Calix’s spirit, but his eyes spark hope. “We can stop these bastards, Jude,” he says, grabbing my hand, his light warm against my shadows.“Damn right, sunshine,” I say, kissing his temple, tasting sweat and him, our bond humming like a live wire. “Together?”“Always,” he says, smiling faint but real, light flaring. “Let’s kick their asses.”“Love you,” I say, voice rough, pulling him close. “You holding up?”“Barely,” he says, light flickering, chest heaving. “But I’m with you.”“You’re tougher than you look,” I say, smirking, shadows curling. “Ready for this?”“Born ready,” he says, gripping the relic, its glow faint. “Like the hunter attack?”“Hell yeah,” I say, pride burning. “You were a badass there.”Akira steps up, blade gleaming, eyes cold. “R