All Chapters of Midnight Crown: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

---The city had a memory for violence. By dawn, blood on concrete was already forgotten by the news, but not by the men who answered to Laev. Every gutter whispered what happened in the slaughterhouse, stories bleeding from one block to the next, each retelling sharper, uglier, more desperate.Eirwen moved through the penthouse like she expected glass to break at her heels—shoulders set, eyes hard, mouth unsmiling. The dress she’d worn to the Pack’s ritual was still on the bathroom floor, blood smeared at the throat where Dom’s claim had dried against her skin. She hadn’t slept. Not really. The air here was heavy, thick with the taste of adrenaline, smoke, and the city’s cold promise: We saw you. We’ll see you again.Domenik watched her from the window, a king at war with ghosts and rivals, the city’s bruise reflected in the chill of his eyes. His suit jacket hung open, shirt rumpled, cuff still marked with a drying line of blood. He hadn’t said a word since they got in—just stood, s

---Rain battered the city, turning every streetlight into a blade. The warehouse was nothing but bones—concrete, rusted steel, the stench of fear clinging to every beam. Domenik’s car skidded to a stop outside, tires spraying dirty water. His men fanned out on instinct, weapons drawn, eyes scanning for any hint of movement.Talia hustled up, soaked to the skin, breathless. “Second floor. Southeast corner. Four guards. She’s still alive.”Dom didn’t hesitate. He checked his pistol, nodded once. “In. Out. No witnesses.” His voice was ice and law; his soldiers moved like shadows, silent, lethal, knowing exactly what was expected.Inside, the air was thick with the memory of violence. Dom led from the front, each step measured, death riding his shoulder. The first guard went down without a sound—knife to the throat, body caught before it could fall. The next tried to run; Dom shot him in the back, not even breaking stride.Eirwen waited in the dark, wrists raw from rope, mouth cut where

Morning crawled into the penthouse through blackout curtains and rain-smeared glass. Eirwen woke tangled in expensive sheets, her skin aching with bruises Dom had left—marks of violence and devotion, reminders of the line she’d walked to come back alive.She rolled onto her side, the bed empty beside her, a faint heat lingering where his body had been. From the next room, she heard Dom’s voice—low, cold, never raised, but sharp enough to cut.“She doesn’t leave my sight again,” he said, words clipped over encrypted comms. “Double security on every entrance. Anyone gets within ten feet, I want them broken before I see them.”A chorus of yes, boss, then silence. Dom’s presence filled the room before he even entered—bare chest, ink and muscle and the scent of soap and gun oil. He looked at her, gaze sweeping over every bruise, every cut, and something savage flickered behind his eyes.“Up,” he said, voice soft but unyielding. “I have things to show you.”She rose, still sore, still burni

Dawn broke ugly over New Eidolon.Eirwen woke to bruises—his fingerprints on her hips, teeth marks on her shoulder. Evidence. Claim. Territory marked in flesh.Dom wasn't in bed.She found him at the window, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal. "I don't care what they're offering. The answer is no."He ended the call without waiting for a response."How many?" she asked."Four calls in the last hour." He didn't turn. "The Widow's making moves. Reaching out to my lieutenants. Offering them better terms if they help her... extract you.""Extract." The word tasted like poison."Her word, not mine." Now he looked at her, eyes all predator. "She thinks you're leverage. Something she can use to control me."Eirwen crossed to him, wearing nothing but his shirt from last night. "And what do you think I am?"His hand shot out, fisting in the fabric, pulling her close. "Mine."The word was absolute.His mouth claimed hers—brutal, possessive, tasting like coffee and violence. When he

The call came at noon.Ash's voice, tight with fury: "The Warrens warehouse. She hit it hard."Dom's expression went cold. Dead. "Casualties?""Four dead. Six wounded. They torched everything—product, cash, records." A pause. "They left a message.""What message?""A body. Nailed to the loading dock door." Ash's voice dropped. "It's Kael."Eirwen's blood went ice.Kael—one of Dom's youngest runners. Barely twenty. Loyal to the bone.Dom's hand tightened on the phone until his knuckles went white. "I'm coming."He ended the call.Silence crashed through the penthouse.Then he moved—fast, lethal, every muscle coiled for violence."Stay here," he said, already reaching for his jacket."Like hell." Eirwen grabbed her own coat. "If she's sending messages, I need to see it."He rounded on her, eyes blazing. "You think I'm letting you anywhere near that? She wants you to see it. She wants you scared.""Then she's going to be disappointed." Eirwen stepped into his space, defiant. "I'm not hid