Semua Bab The Mate They Threw Away: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Asher was a master of spectacle, and that night he proved it beyond any doubt. As we arrived at the restaurant, I realized with growing disgust that he was a politician down to his very bones, every gesture calculated, every smile practiced, every moment an opportunity for image management.The royal vehicle pulled up to the curb with the kind of smooth precision that spoke of expert drivers and expensive machinery. Before we’d even come to a complete stop, I could see them, the paparazzi, swarming like hungry wolves who’d caught the scent of blood. They’d been tipped off, of course. Asher had probably sent word himself about where he’d be and with whom.The moment the door opened, camera flashes exploded in my face like miniature supernovas. I stepped out onto the sidewalk, immediately disoriented by the strobing lights and the cacophony of shouted questions. The world became a blur of brightness and noise, and I felt my equilibrium shift dangerously.Asher emerged beside me with the

I slipped out through the restaurant’s back door, leaving behind the crystal chandeliers and the expensive wine and Asher’s carefully constructed world of appearances. The back alley smelled of garbage and grease, a sharp contrast to the perfumed luxury I’d just escaped, and somehow it felt more honest. The walk back to Mountain Back would take time, but I preferred it that way. I’d considered transforming into my wolf form to make the journey faster, it would have taken maybe a quarter of the time, but something in me needed this. I needed to walk through Silver Crest with my own two feet, to see it with human eyes, to understand what had changed and what had stayed the same in the four years I’d been gone. The city at night was different than I remembered. There w

I stared at the laptop screen, unable to shake the feeling that something was fundamentally wrong with what I was watching. The video continued to roll, showing what should have been a typical evening among the wealthy and powerful, drinks being passed around on silver trays, crystalline laughter echoing through the grand hall, couples dancing in elegant formations that spoke of expensive lessons and practiced grace. It was the typical celebration of the bored and wealthy, people with too much money and too much time finding ways to fill both.But I knew, in that instinctive way that comes from years of surviving dangerous situations, that something was off. I just couldn’t pinpoint what yet.I watched intensely for over an hour, my eyes straining to catch any detail, any clue about what was coming. Marcus sat beside me in equally tense silence, both of us leaning forward as if getting closer to the screen would help us understand faster.Then, all hell broke loose.The first visual c

 I watched from my position across the room as the scene unfolded with calculated precision. The naked brunette, a low-ranking werewolf girl I’d acquired from the black market, worked diligently at her assigned task. Her long tongue moved with practiced skill, and her head was held firmly in place by Madame X, my personal slave mistress who managed the more… intimate aspects of my household.   The brunette was heavily blindfolded, her arms bound tightly behind her back, rendering her completely helpless and dependent. She existed in a world of darkness and sensation, stripped of autonomy, reduced to pure function.   “That’s it,” Madame X commanded, her voice cold and authoritative as she applied pressure, guiding the gi

DominicHome is a battlefield. To some, it was a place to rest, a place where you could trust the toilet seat, a place where you could shield yourself away from the judgmental glare of the world. But to me? It was just another bloody and weathered battleground, scarred with memories I couldn’t erase and wounds that refused to heal.I stared at my phone screen until my eyes burned, watching the video loop for what must have been the hundredth time. Asher stood there with that smug expression I’d grown to despise, showcasing Sage to his circle of vultures who greedily snapped pictures like she was some prize to be won. The flash of their cameras reflected off her face, and even through the grainy footage, I could see the discomfort in her eyes.For someone who proclaimed himself a master strategist, this was downright the most stupid thing Asher could have ever done. Did he not realize what he’d just set in motion? Every ambitious wolf with something to prove now knew exactly where to f