All Chapters of Divorce Clause: Heir Included: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nathan’s POV"What the hell is the play, Nathan?" Julian’s voice was a jagged blade through the speaker.I glanced back toward the bathroom, where Zack was still invisible behind the frosted glass of the shower. I stepped closer to the steam, the heat rolling off the marble. I leaned in, pressing a hard, territorial kiss against Zack’s wet cheek."We’re finishing this later," I promised against his skin. I needed him to know this wasn't about a lingering ghost or a lack of hunger. It was strictly business.Zack just nodded, his jaw tight, teeth digging into the swell of his lower lip."I love you," I reminded him. I watched his shoulders drop an inch, a faint, weary smile touching his face. "And don't you dare touch that dial without me," I added, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble.I left my husband flushing under the spray and strode into the bedroom, the carpet damp beneath my bare feet. I brought the phone back to my ear. "Go ahead."Julian’s rasp came through, cold and

Nathan’s POVThe line hums with a hollow, rhythmic clicking that makes the hair on my arms stand up. I press the burner phone so hard against my ear the plastic groans. Answer the damn phone, Zack. Answer.The click of a connection finally hits. It isn’t the low, silken voice I’m starving for."Daddy! I got the phone!" Leo’s high-pitched chirp leaks through. Safe. He’s alive. The air finally leaves my lungs in a ragged burst."Leo?" I close my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cold window of the SUV. "Hey, tiger. You okay?""Daddy! When are you coming home? I have new cars!""Soon, buddy. Real soon. Listen, I need you to give the phone to Papa. Is he there?""He’s in the kitchen with Gamma Eliza. They’re making the loud pasta.""Go give it to him. Fast, Leo. It’s a game, okay? See how fast you can run." I keep my voice steady, masking the clawing anxiety. Inside, Caleb—my enforcer and my shadow—is practically vibrating with the need to hunt."Nathan?"The voice is steel and velvet

Zack’s POV"Frederic wants to claim me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" My voice cracked, echoing off the cold marble of Nathan’s office. I looked from Marcus to Lucas, my skin crawling as if a thousand insects were under my shirt.Marcus blew out a breath, a heavy, jagged sound. "The intel from the burner phones is blunt, Zack. He’s not just looking to take the Cocolink territory. He intends to take Nathan’s place in every sense. He’s told his inner circle that you’re part of the spoils.""That's sick. It’s twisted." I paced a tight circle, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "He wants to humiliate Nathan by taking his husband. It’s a power move.""Maybe," Lucas cut in, his eyes sharp and clinical. "But we think it’s more personal than that.""How?" I snapped. "I don’t even know the man.""That’s the thing," Marcus said, stepping into my path to stop my pacing. His gaze was steady, full of a grim sort of pity. "Frederic was a kid when the purge happened, but

Zack’s POVThree days of radio silence.I paced the length of the master suite, the floorboards creaking under my weight. Every few minutes, my hand strayed to my phone, checking the signal bars as if they were a lifeline. Nothing. No encrypted pings, no "I’m safe" burner texts. Just a hollow, ringing void.Nathan wouldn't do this. Not to me, and certainly not to Leo. He’d left Havenfall with a look in his eyes that bordered on frantic—a man terrified of losing the ground he’d just reclaimed. He wouldn't just vanish unless the choice was taken from him.Caleb was restless in the back of my mind. The internal enforcer that kept me sharp was pacing, too, snarling at the shadows. The anxiety was a physical weight, a constant, low-grade nausea that twisted my gut. Between the pregnancy and the silence, I felt like a wire stretched to the snapping point."Daddy call yet?"I froze. Leo stood in the doorway, clutching his stuffed lion, his eyes wide and searching."Not yet, bud," I said, for

Nathan, Lucas, and Julian tore through the industrial wasteland of the lower Havenfall docks, the neon lights of the city flickering off the hoods of their blacked-out sedans. They weren't shifting into wolves; they were shifting gears. This was a different kind of hunt. They were sixteen, fueled by adrenaline and the reckless arrogance of heirs to the Cocolink throne, chasing a rival courier’s bike that had strayed into their territory.The thrill was a drug. They moved in a synchronized formation, black steel cutting through the midnight fog. Julian and Lucas flanked the perimeter, funneling the biker toward the dead-end alley where Nathan waited. The target’s tires screeched, rubber burning against the wet asphalt as he realized he was boxed in. He laid the bike down, sliding toward Nathan’s boots, his eyes wide behind a cracked visor.Nathan stepped out of the shadows, the silver rings on his knuckles catching the dim light. He didn't need a weapon; his presence was the threat. Bu