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🖱️Victor🖱️“Exactly,” Sammy said, and I swear something shifted in the room when he did.He stood there like he had just declared war on destiny and meant it. No shaking voice. No second guessing. Just straight confidence. I watched him closely and I won’t even lie, he has grown a massive backbone. Not the reckless kind. The calculated kind. The kind that makes people follow you without realizing they just signed up for a revolution.For a second I was tempted to grab his face and kiss him just because of that. Not even in a soft way. In a proud way. In a that’s my king kind of way.Instead, I stepped closer to him.“This is a great plan,” I said honestly. “I won’t even pretend it’s not bold.”Jane raised a brow slightly like she was waiting for the but.And there was a but.“But Sammy,” I continued, lowering my voice slightly, “if we’re going to do this, we can’t half step it. We don’t just announce our bond and hope for applause. We remove every single member of our fathers’ cabin

🖱️ Jayden 🖱️“Wait… you have a way to stop this whole thing with one of us dying?” I asked, sitting up so fast I almost headbutted Victor in the chin.They both looked at each other.That look.The one that says we are about to do something insane but trust us.“So…” Victor began.“So what, man? Talk. Don’t keep me in suspense,” I shot back immediately because my heart was already racing and I did not have the emotional capacity for dramatic pauses.“Chill, my love,” Victor said, smirking like he wasn’t about to drop some life altering information on me.“Yeah, chill, my love,” Sammy mimicked him in the exact same tone and I swear if I wasn’t emotionally unstable I would have thrown a pillow at both of them.“How the hell did I end up in love with these two idiots?” I muttered out loud.They both smiled.Then they both stopped smiling at the same time and their faces turned serious.That scared me more than anything.Victor sat beside me properly now, his knee touching mine. “We’re

🖱️Sammy🖱️I watched Victor leave, his long coat swaying behind him like some dark angel taking flight, and I knew I had to step out of our little bubble too. It has almost being ten minutes or more since Victor left. The plan was moving now. Threads were pulling, alliances forming, power shifting. Everything was in motion, and I had my part to play. But before I dove into strategy, politics, and chaos, there was someone I needed to check on. Someone who mattered more than all the supernatural chess games combined.Jayden.He was sitting on the couch, legs curled under him, scrolling through his phone with that same intense concentration he always had when he was trying not to feel something too much. I sat down across from him, watching him in silence for a moment. His hair was falling slightly in his face, his expression soft but guarded, like he’d built a wall and I was tiptoeing on the other side.“Hey,” I said softly. He looked up, startled for half a second, and then gave me th

🖱️Sammy🖱️I barely stepped into the room before my mama’s eyes found me, and I swear the whole air in the room thickened. The tears sliding down her cheeks made her look almost unrecognizable. “I can’t believe you picked him over your family!” she yelled, voice breaking in a way that made my chest tighten.I froze for a second, trying to process the storm in front of me. “Mama… I’m not picking anyone over anyone,” I said, keeping my tone calm even when my brain was screaming. “Jayden… he’s my mate. That’s it. He isn’t in competition with anyone.”Her hands flew up like she was trying to push me away without actually touching me. “He’s the reason your father may never wake up! He’s the reason you ran off yesterday when your family obviously needed you! He’s the reason I’m losing my son, Sammy!”I blinked. The words hit me like a punch. This… wasn’t my mama. This wasn’t the woman who had always been my anchor, my constant. My rational, calm, understanding mama who had guided me throu

🖱️Victor🖱️ I hate the fact that I am nervous. Let me not lie. I am very nervous. The meeting is about to start and I am about to walk into a chamber filled with vampires who can smell weakness like perfume. And right now I feel like weakness is written on my forehead in bold letters. The problem is simple. I do not have my vampire power. And if those elders notice that I am walking around without my full strength, they will not just use it against me, they will tear me apart politely and call it tradition. I could use my fire to creat fear in them but what I want the most out of this is their loyalty, their loyalty will give me direct access to the panel of voter in the council. I stood in my walk in closet, staring at my reflection in the tall dressing mirror. Black suit. Silver cufflinks. Calm face. King posture. Inside though, my heart was beating like I was about to sit for an exam I did not read for. I took a deep breath in. “You are not weak,” I muttered to myself. “Yo