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CHAPTER 60: YOU'VE STARTED A WARJORDAN:I went home after I left my mother's place, tired and bored. For a reason I couldn't explain, the thought of Catherine filled my mind. My wolf wanted her, my body wanted her. But I still had doubts. If only Catherine wasn't a rogue.I went to bed early and slept through the night. Half the night, I dreamt about Catherine. And the dreams were so pleasant I didn't want to wake up.My phone ringing dragged me out of sleep like a punch to the chest.I groaned, rolled over, and grabbed it off the nightstand without opening my eyes. The screen glowed too bright. I squinted.Alpha Kenan.I sat up immediately.Today was the second day.He had said he would get in touch with me in two days, and like always, the man kept his word.I cleared my throat and answered. “Hello, my king.”“Jordan,” Kenan’s deep voice came through, calm but firm. “The council will be sitting in two hours. You are to be present.”I nodded. Then my jaw tightened. “That’s fine. Doe

CHAPTER 62: DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE FREE FROM DENZEL?CATHERINE:The moment I stepped back into the office, I knew I was in trouble.Jordan was just coming out of his office, his jacket halfway on, his face hard as stone. His eyes landed on me like a slap.“Where did you go?” he asked, his voice low but sharp.I stopped walking. “I just stepped out for a bit.”“For a bit,” he repeated, clearly not buying it.He turned on his heel and walked back into his office. The door didn’t close, but the message was clear.“Come,” he said.My heart started pounding as I followed him in.His office always felt intimidating—dark furniture, wide desk, the kind of place that reminded you who had power and who didn’t. He went behind his desk, loosened his tie, and finally looked at me again.“Sit down.”I sat.He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His eyes stayed on my face like he was trying to read every thought in my head.“What did Denzel tell you?”The question hit me so hard I almost forgo

CHAPTER 64: VISITING THE WITCH CATHERINE:After work, I shut down my computer and grabbed my bag. My head was already where I needed to be this evening. I had a date with Zoe. Everything felt heavy. My thoughts are a mess. My chest heaving. My whole body full of nerves. I needed air. I needed to talk. I needed Zoe.We met at a small restaurant not too far from my apartment. It wasn't a fancy restaurant. Just one of those quiet places where people came to unwind after a long day. Soft music played in the background, low enough that you could still talk without shouting.Zoe was already there when I arrived, sitting at a corner table, scrolling through her phone. She smiled when she saw me and waved me over.“Girl, you look stressed,” she said as I sat down.“I am stressed,” I replied, dropping my bag beside my chair. “A lot has been going on lately.”She nodded like she understood. We ordered juice, and for a few minutes, we just sipped quietly. Zoe watched me like she knew I was abo

CHAPTER 66: UNDO THE BLOOD ENGAGEMENT RITUAL NOW CATHERINE:The murmuring this time was louder, angrier.“So he lied,” some whispered.“He already has a mate yet he won't set free another wolf's mate. So selfish and greedy,” another elder muttered.My chest burned. The elder turned to Denzel, his eyes hard. “You stood before this council and denied having a mate.”Denzel opened his mouth, then closed it.I could feel eyes on me, judging, measuring, pitying.Then one of the elders turned toward me.“Catherine,” he said calmly. “Do you know who this man is?” He pointed to Jordan.My throat felt dry, but I nodded. “Yes. He’s my boss. I work as a secretary in his company.”The elder nodded, then turned to Jordan. “And who is Catherine to you, Alpha Jordan?”Jordan didn’t hesitate.“Catherine is my secretary,” he said.I relaxed just a little.“Just your secretary?” the elder asked. “She is also my mate,” Jordan responded.My breath caught so hard it felt like my lungs forgot how to wor

CHAPTER 68: YOU'RE STILL MINE CATHERINE:The air in the council chamber was thick enough to choke a wolf. I stood there, hands shaking so hard I had to bury them in the folds of my tunic. My heart was a trapped bird slamming against my ribs.The High Priestess stepped into the center of the room, her eyes glowing with a faint, sickly purple light. She didn't look like the holy woman I’d seen earlier, confirming the mate bond. Right now, she looked dangerous—like someone who had spent way too much time talking to things that live in the dark.“He’s running,” she hissed, her voice sounding like dry leaves skittering on a grave. “But the shadows reach further than his legs ever could.”She reached into a pouch at her waist and pulled out a handful of crushed obsidian and dried nightshade. She began to pace in a tight circle, chanting in a language that made the hair on my arms stand up. It wasn't the smooth, melodic tongue of our ancestors; it was jagged, sharp, and felt like cold needl