All Chapters of Forbidden never felt this good : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The first thing I learned about danger was that it doesn’t always arrive screaming.Sometimes, it waits.The morning after the theater meeting felt wrong in a quiet, invasive way. Nothing had happened overnight no break-ins, no anonymous calls, no shadows slipping through the edges of my vision. That should have been comforting.It wasn’t.I woke with my chest tight, the echo of his voice still threaded through my thoughts like a splinter I couldn’t pull out.Next move is yours.I sat up slowly, the sheets cold against my skin. The room smelled faintly of Elliot’s cologne clean, grounding and for a brief moment, I let myself breathe him in like armor.But armor only works when you wear it willingly.I dressed quickly and stepped into the hallway, senses alert. Liam was already awake, leaning against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped.“…no, not yet. But we won’t ignore it.”He hung up when he saw me.“You should eat,” he said, eyes scanning my face fo

I hate fog. Not the ordinary kind, but the thick, curling kind that seeps into your lungs, blurs your vision, and makes every sound feel sharper than it is. Tonight, the harbor was drenched in it. Mist rolled off the water in ghostly tendrils, wrapping around the warehouses and abandoned piers like it was alive, watching me.I crouched behind a stack of crates, the scent of salt and rust filling my nostrils. My sister was somewhere ahead, tied up, probably terrified, though I refused to think about that too much. Focus. I had Elliot my dad’s best friend moving at my side. His presence was both comforting and frustrating. Calm, measured, and infuriatingly confident.“Keep low,” he murmured, his hand brushing mine briefly, almost accidentally. That touch sent heat to places I shouldn’t admit, but there was no time for that now. “We need to get ahead before they notice movement.”I nodded, though my stomach churned. My sister’s mate, Liam, was supposed to have scouted the east entrance a

The fog pressed in around us like a living thing, thick and suffocating, twisting every sound into something unfamiliar. The boat rocked violently with each wave, splashing cold water onto my arms, soaking the sleeves of my jacket. My sister clutched my hand, shivering not entirely from the cold. Fear and adrenaline combined into a tension I could feel pressing against my chest.I stole a glance at Elliot, my dad’s best friend his eyes scanning every shadow on the water like he could predict movement before it happened. There was no hesitation in the way he moved, no wasted energy, only precision. I wanted that kind of calm in me, but the truth was I was terrified. My pulse raced, every nerve screaming at me to anticipate the next threat.Marcus, my stepbrother was crouched near the stern, eyes darting back toward the pier, where the fog still twisted and hid unknown dangers. Liam, my sister’s mate, gripped the wheel, knuckles white, jaw set, muscles taut as he fought the currents and

The red glow ahead flickered in the fog, small but growing, a pulse of light that felt almost alive. My heart raced. Every instinct screamed that it wasn’t a signal of safety it was a warning. I could feel the tension coiling through the boat like electricity, and I glanced at the men around me.Elliot, my dad’s best friend had his eyes locked on the glow, jaw tight, hands gripping the railing. His calm was there, but the underlying urgency made my stomach twist. Marcus, my stepbrother was scanning every angle, fingers dancing over the small navigation controls, ready to anticipate whatever danger lurked in the fog. Liam, my sister’s mate kept a steady grip on the wheel, muscles taut, jaw set, every motion precise.And me? My pulse thundered. I swallowed, trying to force my fear into focus. I couldn’t let my sister see me faltering. She was leaning on me for strength, her trembling fingers intertwined with mine, and I realized how much responsibility I carried tonight.The glow intens

The warehouse burned behind us, flames roaring higher with every second, casting twisted shadows that danced along the water-soaked floors. My lungs burned from the smoke, each breath tasting like ash, but I forced myself to keep moving. My sister’s hand in mine was a lifeline, grounding me even as the chaos threatened to swallow us whole.Elliot, my dad’s best friend was a shadow among shadows, moving with lethal precision. Every attacker that lunged forward met him with a brutal, calculated counter, his eyes never leaving the mysterious figure who had thrown our night into complete disarray. Marcus, my stepbrother was coordinating our defense, his movements fast, almost preternatural, guiding Liam, my sister’s mate through the labyrinth of fire, debris, and danger.And me? I realized that I couldn’t just follow. I had to think, to anticipate, to act. Every heartbeat, every second, was a choice between survival and catastrophe.The first shadow surged at me from the corner, and I duc