บททั้งหมดของ Divorce Clause: Heir Included: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Nathan’s POV"You were about to mark me!"The words cut through the haze of heat like a splash of cold water. I stumbled back, my breath coming in jagged hitches. She was right. I was a second away from sinking my teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder, claiming him in the only way the Underworld understood.My instincts were screaming. Three years of believing Zack was a ghost had eroded my restraint. If I branded him now—left that permanent, jagged scar that signaled he was property of the Durand empire—he could never slip into the shadows again.I watched him. He looked wrecked, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of terror and a hunger he couldn't hide. My inner demon roared. He’s calling for it. He needs the weight of your name to keep him grounded.I studied the sharp lines of his face. I saw the fury, the years of resentment, but I also saw the longing."Tell me to stop," I ordered, my voice a rough, gravelly rasp."What?" Zack faltered, his bac

Nathan stared at the document, the expensive linen paper mocking him.The conclusion was a serrated blade to the gut. Unmistakable. Impossible. He’d scoured the lines of text a dozen times, hunting for a typo, a botched sample, a shadow of hope that the laboratory had fumbled the chemistry. The ink remained dry and damning. Beneath columns of genetic markers that looked like gibberish, the bottom line screamed in bold:Probability of Paternity: 0%Liar. The word echoed in his skull, but he couldn't tell if it was aimed at the paper or the man standing across from him.Zack had gone the color of parched bone the second the envelope appeared. Now, he simply tightened his grip on the boy. Nathan couldn't see the kid's face—Leo was tucked against Zack’s shoulder, his small, rhythmic huffs of breath the only sound in a room that had turned into a vacuum.Zack’s mouth thinned into a hard, defensive line. His eyes were wide, wary, and glowing with that violet-tinted defiance Nathan had spent

Nathan pulled the bedroom door shut with a click that sounded like a gunshot in the quiet suite. Zack was already there, arms wrapped tight around his ribs, eyes darting toward the floor as if looking for an exit that didn't exist. The air in the narrow hallway turned heavy, charged with the static of three years of unspoken wreckage."Still a fan of the shadows, Zack?" Nathan stepped forward, his massive frame eating up the space until Zack was forced to back into the wall to keep from being touched.Zack didn't look up, but his jaw was set hard. "Why the hell did you tell him those things?""The kid wanted a story. I gave him one." Nathan leaned one hand against the wallpaper above Zack's head, pinning him in."It was a fairy tale," Zack spat, finally meeting his gaze with eyes that were a messy swirl of violet and defiance. "Fairy tales are for people who don't live in the real world. They aren't real.""So?" Nathan took a slow, predatory step closer, his voice dropping to a gravel

Nathan didn’t just walk; he stalked.The low hum of the hospital wing’s ventilation was the only sound besides the heavy thud of his boots. He pushed the door open, finding Zack already upright, legs swung over the side of the clinical bed. Zack’s skin, usually a porcelain map of old scars and new stress, looked flushed. The jagged violet bruising along his ribs from the Cocolink fallout had faded into dull yellow shadows."Back in bed, Zack. Now." Nathan’s voice was a low vibration that seemed to rattle the windowpanes.Zack didn't budge. He gripped the edge of the mattress, his knuckles white. "I’m done rotting in here, Nathan. I can breathe without wheezing. I’m fine.""The medic said forty-eight hours of observation. You took a hit to the chest that would’ve caved in a normal man's lungs." Nathan stepped into the sliver of light from the hallway, his shadow swallowing the bed. "Don't make me pin you down."Zack’s jaw tightened. He stood up, though he swayed for a fraction of a sec

The air in the suite was thick, a cloying mix of iron, expensive cologne, and the salt of sweat. Nathan looked down at the man beneath him, and for the first time in three years, the predator in his chest stopped snarling and started to purr.Zack was a wreck. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his chest heaving in jagged, broken rhythms. He looked drugged, his eyes unfocused and swimming with the kind of raw, carnal static that only hit a Wright heir when their blood peaked. Nathan had spent a thousand nights picturing this—the high-stakes runner of the Cocolink underground finally broken open and yielding."You're making a mess of my sheets, Zack," Nathan rasped. His voice was a low, jagged friction that made Zack’s toes curl into the high-thread-count linen.Nathan didn't just see a beautiful man. He saw a legacy. Zack wasn't some fragile trophy; he was the hidden pulse of Havenfall. But right now, under the weight of Nathan’s body, he was just skin and bone and desperate, gas