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Chapter 231 A Scream In The Morning 2

Cecilia's pov"Just like that?" I whispered, voice strangled. "You're suggesting we... team up to make a baby? Like it's some kind of weekend project?"He'd said it so casually--like suggesting we grab coffee or repaint the guest room.Just tossed it out there as casually as discussing the weather.Team up? For a baby?A BABY.Did he think babies happened through sheer mutual agreement, like signing up for a gym membership?Sebastian lowered his newspaper, one brow arched. "Team up for what?" he asked, as if he genuinely hadn't been listening.Tang beamed. "To make a baby!"I choked on air. Oh my God.Sawyer, who'd only just recovered from his spoon-dropping episode, reached for his orange juice--only to splutter violently when Tang's words registered.He looked like he was trying to calculate how much therapy this conversation would require.Sebastian, meanwhile, went quiet.Not because it was absurd. But because it... wasn't. Not to him.Like he was actually weighing it--running some

Chapter 232 Unexpected Visitors

Cecilia's povI heard heavy footsteps approaching the dining room, but didn't look up.Still chewing, I kept my pace deliberately slow, convinced it was just Amara returning from whatever drama she'd stirred up this time.Mentally, I was already queuing up all the choice words I planned to throw her way.But instead of Amara's signature entrance--high heels, high drama--two strangers walked in.British. Obviously. Painfully so.The man had golden hair and piercing blue eyes, his features so precisely carved it was borderline suspicious.He was pale as porcelain, like nobility or a vampire. Something about him radiated a quiet, curated sadness. Like a man who owned too many limited-edition fountain pens.The woman beside him was stunning in a different way--chestnut hair that shimmered in the light, cheekbones sharp enough to file a lawsuit, and legs that went on forever.She moved with the unconscious grace of a runway model.They both wore that kind of understated wealth that whispere

Chapter 233 Dangerous Games

Cecilia's pov"What exactly do you mean by'danger'?" I asked, leaning in.My tone was casual, but my heartbeat wasn't. It ticked up, like my body already knew something I didn't.Evelyn's eyes flicked wide--just for a second. She fidgeted with her mug before smoothing on a smile."Oh, I was joking," she said lightly, waving it off. "Just a standard interpack exchange. Nothing dangerous. You should follow Sebastian's instructions."Her voice was light, but her fingers were tense around the ceramic. Grip too tight. Smile too practiced.I gave her a look.Seriously?"You don't drop the word'danger' and expect me to ignore it.""You've already let the cat halfway out of the bag," I added. "Might as well finish the thought. What kind of meeting is it?"Evelyn sighed, glancing around like someone might be listening."If Sebastian hasn't told you, I shouldn't either. He'd be... really pissed."Of course he would.My jaw clenched, slow and tight. There it was again--that wall. The one he built

Chapter 234 Cancellation Of Flight

Cecilia's povThe thought was still hanging there, a ghost in the room, when he murmured, "Still thinking?"I knew the right answer. The safe one. No.But my body wasn't listening to any of that logic.It was too busy reacting to him, to how he smelled like spice and a coming storm--something addictive and outright dangerous.His presence alone scattered my thoughts. Fuck it."Lock the door," I whispered, the words out before I could catch them.The deadbolt clicked into place, a sound of pure finality.Then his mouth was on mine, and every thought burned up in the heat.The kiss was hungry, urgent, a collision of need that left no room for second-guessing.My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hard lines of his body through his clothes.In the middle of it, that old, primal craving rose in the back of my throat.I broke the kiss, my lips finding the corded line of his neck.I nipped at the skin, not hard, but with definite intent."Easy, Cecilia," he rumbled,

Chapter 235 The Infiltration 1

Cecilia's povThe café tucked away in the alley was the kind of place you'd expect to find struggling novelists nursing lukewarm lattes and existential dread.Exposed brick, mismatched furniture, faint jazz humming through old speakers. It was cozy, low-profile--perfect for staying off the radar.Too perfect. Like someone designed it to feel non-threatening. That only made me more tense.We'd been waiting forever. Or at least that's how it felt.I stirred my third cappuccino, watching the foam collapse in slow motion.The bitterness barely registered. My nerves had already burned through the caffeine hours ago.Tang groaned and sprawled across his chair like a bored teenager at Sunday brunch. "Is Evelyn even coming? Or did she ghost us for a hangover nap?"Sawyer gave him a look that could've been filed under "told you so" in a courtroom. "Our lovely informant probably realized she'd rather not get involved in high-level intrigue today. Can we leave now, or are we still pretending this

Chapter 236 The Infiltration 2

Cecilia's povBefore anyone could escalate, I cut in. "Tang. Enough. Sit down."He held the agent's stare a second longer before finally pulling back and slumping into his seat, arms crossed.Both agents shared a nervous glance and wiped their brows like they'd just stepped out of a sauna.Sawyer gave Tang a look that screamed, You chaotic menace.Then he sighed and straightened his collar like a man preparing to give a TED Talk titled "How Not to Die in a Black Ops Van.""Maybe next time, use your words," he muttered. "Some of us like our kneecaps where they are."Tang didn't answer right away. His fingers tapped against his leg, slow and steady, like he was grounding himself.Then, softly, "You okay?"His tone had changed--gentler now, like the storm had passed.He reached into his jacket pocket, retrieved a butterscotch candy, and unwrapped it with exaggerated care.Without warning, he popped it into Sawyer's mouth."Here. You get cranky when you're crashy."Sawyer sighed through th

Chapter 237 The Infiltration 3

Sebastian's povI stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the horizon blur where sea met sky. Just over two hours until Cecilia would be safely home in Denver.That thought should've brought me some peace.It didn't.My wolf, Soren, paced restlessly under my skin, clawing at the edges of my control.His unease had been building all day--like static before a storm, impossible to ignore."Sebas, you look absolutely devastating in that color," Vance called, sweeping into the room in full formalwear. His eyes widened at the deep plum velvet suit I'd reluctantly agreed to wear.I turned slightly, voice flat. "I look like a wealthy plum. Don't lie to me.""An expensive mistake I'd still want to pursue," he said with a grin.Vance approached, gaze unapologetically tracking down my frame like I was something hanging in a Sotheby's showroom.He leaned in slightly.I raised a hand between us, palm open, expression unamused. "Vance. Boundaries. We agreed."Vance backed off with a half-step

Chapter 238 The Storm Descends 1

Cecilia's povAfter twenty minutes of tense silence and too much eye contact with Evelyn, the carriage finally slowed to a stop. I could've kissed the ground.I was the first one out, gathering my dress as I stepped down. Looking up, I froze.The gothic castle loomed ahead, its towers piercing the thick sky, backlit by warm yellow light that made the storm clouds above look even darker.It looked like the kind of place where billionaires host masquerades... or where old-world wolves hold court.We followed our guide through a massive arched entryway.A narrow suspension bridge stretched out before us, lanterns flickering to life one by one as we crossed.The bridge creaked faintly with every step, swaying just enough to remind us we weren't on solid ground anymore--in any sense.Once across, the double doors opened into a grand foyer that was both antiquated and opulent. Vaulted ceilings, crystal chandeliers, marble so polished I could see my own nerves reflecting back at me.More gues

Chapter 239 The Storm Descends 2

Cecilia's povI watched as Evelyn and Vance approached, and to my surprise, I felt myself tense up a little.Evelyn always had this unsettling grace--like she knew everyone's secrets and kept them in alphabetical order.Evelyn didn't hesitate. She walked straight up and said, "Sebastian, I'm so sorry. That was my fault. I let it slip. But Cece was really worried when she heard you might be in danger. She insisted on coming. She was genuinely concerned."She sold it well--calm, sincere, and deliberate. But I knew exactly what she was doing: trying to keep Sebastian from shutting down and to salvage whatever spark might still exist between us.Sebastian's shoulders relaxed. The anger in his face eased.He looked at me. "Really?""Umm..." I faltered.Which was ridiculous. I was normally pretty good at lying.I could fake enthusiasm for budget meetings. I could charm intel out of enemy agents.But now, with something that was... sort of true? I choked.After a few painful seconds, I finall

Chapter 240 The Feast from Hell

Author's pov"I am Belinda. Please forgive me for keeping you waiting."She glided to the center of the ballroom like she owned the air around her, every movement smooth and calculated. The guests responded as if drawn by some invisible magnet--curious, intrigued, and a little too eager to be near her.Up close, the unease only deepened.Her features were flawless in a way that didn't feel real--high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, a sculpted nose, and full lips painted in a shade just shy of blood red. Under the ballroom lights, her skin looked poreless, like a porcelain doll. When she smiled, her lips moved with unnerving precision, like someone whose face had been frozen in perfection one injection too many.It was the kind of beauty that made people stare... and then flinch.Sebastian and Cecilia weren't the only ones who noticed.Around them, guests began to shift--some subtly stepped back, others exchanged hushed glances over their champagne flutes.A few looked downright spooked.Wit

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