บททั้งหมดของ Divorced and mated to the Lycan Twins: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

HALIL’S POV"You are not making any sense," I snapped, stepping right into her space.Looking down at my grandmother, I refused to back down. "Think about it, Grandma. If this Void is a curse sent to punish Kai and me for ignoring the mate bond, why is it slaughtering innocent border guards? Why did it rip Thorne's head off? If the Goddess is mad at us, the beast should be hunting us.""The Goddess works in ways you cannot comprehend," Emrys fired back, gripping her silver cane."That is a complete cop-out," Kai chimed in, crossing his thick arms. "It is a convenient excuse. You want us to claim the human, so you are using a tragedy to push your agenda. But that doesn't track logically.""Magic isn't a math equation, Kai!" she yelled, her eyes flashing with pure frustration. "The Void doesn't care who it kills. It will starve this pack. It will break your borders, murder your people, and leave you ruling over a graveyard. That is your punishment.""We are not claiming a human breeder

NORA"I am surviving," Chloe sighed, pulling away and brushing a piece of blonde hair from her face. "Preston is driving me absolutely insane. I had to get out of that estate before I threw a vase at his head.""Let's go somewhere quiet," I suggested, linking my arm through hers. "Grandma Emrys usually leaves her parlor empty around this time. We can hide in there."Leading her down the east corridor, we pushed the heavy glass doors of the sunroom open.However, the room wasn't empty.Queen Emrys was sitting on the velvet sofa, sipping a cup of hot green tea. Seeing us walk in, her sharp eyes immediately locked onto Chloe."Oh, I am sorry," I quickly apologized, taking a step backward. "We didn't know you were in here, Queen Emrys. We can leave.""Nonsense," Emrys commanded, waving a dismissive hand. "Come sit down. Both of you. The Packhouse is too damn quiet today anyway."Sitting carefully on the adjacent sofa, Chloe smoothed her coat over her knees. Emrys set her teacup down, lean

THIRD PERSON’S POV Soft jazz music floated effortlessly across the crystal ballroom.Holding a thin glass of expensive champagne, Preston Thorne forced a perfectly white, confident smile. He stood in a small circle of wealthy pack investors near the glowing ice sculpture. Wearing a flawless midnight-blue tuxedo, nobody looking at him would ever guess his family was entirely bankrupt."The Thorne lumber yards are completely secure, gentlemen," Preston lied smoothly, taking a small sip of his drink. "My father's passing was a big tragedy, obviously. But the transition of power has been seamless. We are expanding our northern operations next month.""Glad to hear it, Preston," a gray-haired elder nodded, raising his own glass. "Alexander was a visionary. We were worried the estate might falter without him at the wheel.""Not a chance," Preston promised, tapping his glass against the elder's cup. "The Thorne legacy is stronger than ever.""Is that a fact?" a dark, raspy voice interrupted

THIRD PERSON’S POVStatic hissed loudly from the massive digital speakers.Standing in the dimly lit underground war room, Halil crossed his arms tightly. Kai stood right next to him, glaring at the large flat-screen monitor mounted on the concrete wall."Where did you find this?" Kai demanded, not looking away from the screen."Unit four found a motion-activated trail camera strapped to a pine tree near the western boundary," General Gideon explained, tapping a few keys on the control console. "A civilian hunter put it up months ago to track deer. The rain damaged the casing, but our tech guys managed to recover the memory card.""Play it," Halil ordered, his voice dead flat.Clicking the mouse, Gideon started the video.The footage was grainy, shot in black-and-white night vision. Rain heavily distorted the lens. Five guards stood near the metal checkpoint. Halil recognized Riggs and Kael immediately."Slow it down to quarter speed," Kai instructed, stepping closer to the massive sc

THIRD PERSON POVRubbing his tired eyes, Harris stared intensely at the row of glowing monitors in the northern watchtower.Humming softly in the background, the heating unit did little to block the damp chill creeping through the window seams. The heavy rain had finally stopped, but a thick, milky fog now rolled heavily over the western boundary. It clung to the pine trees, turning the dark forest into a wall of gray ghost-shapes."Base, this is tower three," Harris muttered into his headset, clicking his pen rapidly. "Confirming calibration of the new thermal sensors. Over.""Tower three, base," the dispatcher’s voice crackled back instantly. "Calibration is complete. You should be getting real-time heat maps on your screen now. Let us know if you see any spikes.""Copy that," Harris sighed, leaning back in his squeaky leather chair.Looking at the main display, five glowing green grids represented the active boundary zones. Everything looked completely normal. A few tiny yellow dot