บททั้งหมดของ Ghost In The Pack: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Draven’s POV Viktor’s question settled over the table. He wasn’t asking out of anger. He wasn’t looking for revenge. He wanted to know how I intended to solve a problem that now belonged to both of us. I rested one arm around Elena’s waist while considering my answer. “Bernard has made one mistake after another,” I said. “The first was believing rumors without verifying them. The second was dragging your name into something that had nothing to do with you.” Viktor gave a slight nod. “I agree.” I glanced toward the printout still resting on the table between us. “That image was never meant to become anything more than a distraction. Bernard turned it into something else because he wanted an answer more than he wanted the truth.” Viktor folded his hands together. “So what are we going to do about this?” “My people continue watching him. We illuminate some of his suppliers.” I shrugged my shoulders. A faint smile crossed Viktor’s face. “I believe that’s a start.” Both of us were

Elena’s POV The first thing I was aware of was warmth. A deep, steady warmth that wrapped around me like a living blanket. It wasn't just the heat of his body, but the sheer, solid presence of him. A week. It had been a week of constant motion, of planning, of watching Bernard's empire crumble piece by piece through Nico's meticulous updates. A week of living in a state of high-alert, coiled and ready to strike. But here, in the quiet pre-dawn light of our bedroom, there was only stillness. My eyes fluttered open. The room was bathed in the soft, grey light of a cloudy morning. My head rested on his chest, his arm a heavy, comforting weight around my waist, holding me flush against him. The rhythmic, steady beat of his heart was a slow drum against my ear, a sound that had become more grounding than any map, more real than any compass. My fingers, curled against his side, twitched, and I felt the smooth, warm skin of his stomach. I could feel the faint, raised lines of old scars be

Draven’s POV I unlocked the office door and held it open. Elena stepped inside first, the soft click of the latch behind us a familiar sound of sanctuary. The moment she crossed the threshold, her fingers found mine, a natural, reflexive connection that needed no thought. I drew her gently toward me until there was barely any space between us. She looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the arena. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view. I still remember the first time I stood in here,” she said quietly. I rested my forehead lightly against hers, breathing in her scent. “I’ve missed this.” Her hand rested against my chest. “So this is why we came early.” “It crossed my mind.” I kissed the top of her head, then my lips slowly found hers, a slow, deep kiss that was a promise of more to come. A soft laugh escaped her. “I had a feeling.” I kissed her forehead before another sound interrupted the quiet. Three quick, precise knocks. The door opened. Nico enter

Elena’s POV By the time we made it back to the palace, the weight of the day had settled over me. Everything that had happened at Ringside kept replaying through my mind. I still couldn’t explain it. I slipped quietly into our room while Draven disappeared into the bathroom to wash up. The sound of running water drifted through the partially closed door as I sat on the edge of the bed and let out a slow breath. My eyes wandered around the room without any real destination until they settled on the nightstand beside the bed. The journal. I’d almost forgotten about it. Everything that had happened over the past several days seemed to lead back to that worn leather book. Every time something in my life changed… So did the journal. I stared at it for a long moment without moving. It was strange how something so ordinary could make me hesitate. A worn leather journal shouldn’t have been intimidating. It shouldn’t have been able to change my life every time I opened it. Yet somehow… i

Elena’s POV I gave up trying to sleep a long time ago. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind drifted right back to what had happened earlier. It didn’t matter how many times I tried telling myself I’d figure it out. It didn’t help. I rested my elbows on the small table near the window and rubbed both hands over my face. What if people found out what I was? The question refused to leave me alone. What if they stopped seeing me as Elena? What if all they saw was a weapon? Worse… What if they were right? I stared blankly out the dark window, watching moonlight spill across the palace gardens below. What if I accidentally hurt somebody? The thought twisted my stomach into knots. What if I casually told someone to jump off a bridge? Or go chase parked cars? Or slap the next person they saw? What if they actually did it? My breathing slowed as I closed my eyes and forced myself to take one long, steady breath. In… Out… It didn’t help. Nothing helped. When I opened my eyes again, they