All Chapters of Married To My Enemy's Pack : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I found the front room already crowded by the time I reached it, Priscilla standing in the center of it like she owned the marble beneath her feet, still dressed for whatever evening she had clearly abandoned to come storming across the bridge at this hour. Cassius stood near the window, arms crossed, looking more amused than alarmed, and Damian appeared behind me a moment later, his robe hastily thrown on, his expression already hardening into something cold and formal."Priscilla." His voice carried none of the roughness from the hallway minutes ago. "This could have waited until morning.""Could it?" Her eyes moved to me the second I stepped into the room, sharp and glittering with something far more dangerous than the polished irritation she usually wore. "Funny, I didn't think anything involving her ever waited.""What exactly do you want?" Damian asked, tired in a way that had nothing to do with the hour."An explanation." She crossed her arms, chin lifted. "My family has attend

I stared at the bag in Damian's hand, my heart pounding so loud I was sure everyone in the lobby could hear it."Where did you find it?" I asked, keeping my voice as flat as I could make it."On her body," Damian said. "Tucked inside her coat. Whoever killed her either didn't search her properly, or they wanted us to find it.""Why would someone want you to find a pendant?" Kade asked, walking in behind Xavier with his usual grin nowhere in sight."Because it's a message," Ryder said quietly. He was still looking at the bag like it might bite him. "The same symbol as the note and the same symbol as the crate, which means somebody is telling us this is all connected. Mara, the attacks and all of it."Damian turned the bag slowly in his hand, studying the pendant as if it could talk if he stared hard enough. "This shape," he said. "I've seen it once before. On an old family crest, buried in records nobody looks at anymore."Immediately, my whole body went cold. I thought of the folder h

I froze, staring at the window, my heart slamming against my ribs. Three floors up with no balcony and no ledge wide enough for anyone to stand on.The knock came again, soft, patient and almost polite.I grabbed the pendant and shoved everything else back under the floorboard in one fast motion, then crept toward the window with my whole body shaking. Then I pulled the curtain back an inch.But I saw nothing, just the dark garden below and the city glowing faintly in the distance, with no one clinging to the wall and no one hanging outside my window at all.I pulled the curtain wider, my breath coming fast, and that was when I saw it. Not a person but a single black feather, caught against the glass, pinned there by nothing I could see, as if it had simply been placed and left.Then I opened the window with shaky hands and pulled it free. It was warm and not cold like it should have been, sitting against a glass in the middle of the night.Someone had recently been here. And whatever

Jason looked different from how I remembered. Thinner and meaner around the eyes. The confident swagger he had worn the night he rejected me in front of the whole pack was gone and replaced by something desperate and cornered."You," he spat, the second his eyes landed on me. "This is all your fault.""Watch your mouth," Kade said, stepping between us before I could even react, his usual easy grin nowhere in sight."Let him talk," Damian said quietly, appearing at my side. "I want to hear what he thinks he knows."Jason's laugh was bitter and ugly. "You want to hear it? Fine. Felix sold this pack out to save his own skin, and everyone's too scared to say it out loud except us. Which is why he handed over the girl nobody wanted, and now Kingston owns Ashwood like a leash around our necks.""Nobody owns Ashwood," Damian said, his voice cold and even. "I came here to stop you from finishing what you started and not to claim your territory.""Sure," Jason's eyes cut back to me, sharp with

I did not sleep for the rest of that night. Priscilla's face burned into my mind, that raw, wounded fury that had looked less like heartbreak and more like the beginning of something dangerous. I told myself I would talk to Damian about it in the morning, telling him about what I had seen, though some tired, cynical part of me already knew what he would say. That he would handle it and that I do not need to worry.Before I finally gave up on sleep entirely, I knelt by my closet and pried up the loose floorboard, just to look at everything again, the folder, the photograph and the pendant. Something about the last few days, Jason's threats and the anonymous message calling me "little moon" had all left me too uneasy to leave it all sitting untouched in the dark while I slept two feet away. I took the pendant out and closed my fist around it until the cold metal warmed against my palm and finally slipped its worn chain over my head, tucking it beneath my nightshirt, where it rested cold