All Chapters of Ghost In The Pack: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bernard’s POV The whiskey burned just enough to remind me I was still waiting. I swirled the amber liquid around the crystal glass, watching it catch the light from the fireplace across the room. Most men hated waiting. They filled the silence with pacing, second-guessing, or impatience. I preferred silence. Silence gave people time to make mistakes. The study had become my sanctuary over the years. Thick oak shelves lined the walls, filled with books I rarely read anymore but refused to part with. A fire crackled lazily in the stone fireplace while the grandfather clock in the corner marked each passing second with deliberate precision. Every tick reminded me that the man I’d hired should have reached the address by now. Ghost. That name had lingered just beyond my reach. They were always step ahead. One move ahead. One unanswered question after another. Tonight, I intended to change that. My phone vibrated across the desk. Right on time. I picked it up before the second vibrati

Bernard’s POV The ice in my whiskey shifted with a quiet clink as I slowly rolled the glass between my fingers. The study was silent, exactly the way I preferred it. Heavy oak bookshelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with leather-bound volumes that most people assumed I had actually read. Some I had. Most simply looked convincing. Knowledge was power, but appearances had their own value. People underestimated a man who surrounded himself with old books and expensive bourbon. The soft glow from my laptop illuminated the center of the desk. Encrypted. Anonymous. Hidden beneath layers of security that only a handful of people knew how to navigate. The underground marketplace never truly slept. Contracts appeared. Contracts disappeared. Money changed hands. Lives changed with a single click. Mine was still there. I leaned back in my chair, took another sip of whiskey, and watched the screen without really seeing it. Patience had never been difficult for me. Most peo

Nico’s POV If looks could kill, I’d already be dead. The second I admitted I’d accepted Bernard’s contract, Draven folded his arms across his chest and stared straight through me. I threw both hands into the air. “Whoa,” I said. “You’ve got this all wrong.” “You’ve got one minute,” Draven replied flatly. “Fair enough.” I looked over at Elena. She had already pulled her laptop closer, her fingers moving across the keyboard before I’d even started talking. Good. That meant at least one of them was already thinking ahead. I took a slow breath. “Look, if I hadn’t accepted that contract…” I pointed toward the laptop. “… somebody else would’ve.” Neither of them interrupted. So I continued. “Bernard doesn’t know who Ghost is. Hell, he doesn’t even know if Ghost’s a man or a woman. The only thing he knows is Ghost somehow led him back to you.” I nodded my head toward Draven. “So now he’s doing the only thing he can.” I shrugged my shoulders. “He’s watching you.” Draven’s expression never

Draven’s POV My fingers remained intertwined with Elena’s as we walked through the toward the council room. Three days ago, I’d stood before them and declared Elena my goddess-given fated mate. They had demanded that I marked her to see if the royal mark showed up. Three days for the mating. Three days for the mark. Today was the day they would receive their proof. We reached the double doors leading into the council chamber. I took one more step before realizing Elena was no longer walking beside me. I stopped. Turning back, I found her standing perfectly still several feet behind me. Her eyes weren’t on the doors. They were fixed somewhere beyond them. I walked back without saying a word. “What is it?” I asked quietly. She looked up at me before lowering her voice until only I could hear. “I read more of the journal last night.” Immediately, my attention sharpened. “And?” She hesitated for a minute. “It says…” She swallowed. “It says I’m not human.” The words hung between us.

Elena’s POV The walk to Gregory’s home passed in complete silence. I wasn’t even sure how long we’d been walking. My thoughts refused to settle. They circled the same words over and over again. Ancient Royal Fae. The title didn’t feel real. It couldn’t. Only yesterday, I’d been trying to convince myself the journal had to be wrong. Today, Gregory had looked me in the eyes and confirmed it without the slightest hesitation. Draven’s hand remained wrapped around mine the entire walk. He hadn’t said anything. He didn’t need to. His thumb brushed across the back of my hand every so often, a quiet reminder that I wasn’t walking through this alone. Gregory eventually slowed in front of a modest stone home tucked away near the older section of the city. It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t covered in guards. If anything, it looked ordinary. He unlocked the front door before stepping aside. “Please.” Draven motioned for me to enter first. I stepped inside. The moment I crossed the threshold, I unde