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Chapter 90 – The Convergence of Chaos The morning sunlight cut through the curtains with a reluctant brilliance, casting long, uneven shadows across the living room. It should have been a quiet day, a reprieve from the relentless tension that had haunted the family. But peace had become an illusion. Brenda’s whisper campaign had escalated; the neighborhood’s sly glances had grown bolder, and the looming threat of Jake’s creditors was now an undeniable specter hanging over the house like storm clouds ready to explode.

“Dear Maria, I finally found this book in a bookstore near campus. Hope you like it. I'll send the next series after I find it. Greetings, Jackson. " A sigh escaped Beverly's throat. For some reason, the thought of Jackson's closeness to Maria made his heart ache. Beverly snorted softly. Apparently, Jackson loved Maria very much. Beverly caught Maria's name there. Yes, the first chapter does describe who Maria really is. Is that why Jackson bought this book for Maria? Because Maria's name is clearly printed in this book? Again, Beverly's mind was filled with questions about Maria and Jackson. And he was getting annoyed with himself.

She quirks her brow, questioning his intentions, but when she sees nothing other than honesty in his gaze, she agrees. “Okay. Is there something I could do to help, then?” she asks Brittanie. Jackson thinks Brittanie is feeling like she has won the lottery today—first, with the check, and now, with Monica offering on-the-spot help. “Yes, actually! Could you read a book to our pre-school group? They’re little, and the teachers there don’t get much down time. Even a few minutes would be precious for them, and I’m sure the students would be thrilled by a new face.” “I would love to,” Monica replies, sounding like storytime with little ones is the best idea she has ever heard. As they wander do

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

"This can't be all." Jackson didn't answer. He kept scrolling. Then he suddenly stopped. "Wait." Mikhail leaned over. "What is it?" Jackson pointed at a folder near the bottom of the screen. "Look at these." I read the strange titles aloud. "Blue Monday. Window Nine. Coffee Receipt,” I turned to Jackson, looking puzzled. "They don't mean anything." Jackson smiled slightly. "Exactly." He opened the first draft. It wasn't a real email. There was no greeting, no recipient—only a few short lines.

"Really? I never would've guessed." Brenda's smile widened, and I could notice she shared some of the same features as her brother—blue eyes as deep as the ocean. Though her hair was darker. "Yeah, I know I seem like I'm not interested in much, but I have my passions, like working in Dad's pharmaceutical company. And this—history books about lycans." She pointed at something from the book, getting my attention with the colorful images in it. "Who was that?" I asked, pointing to a picture of a fierce-looking Lycan warrior in the book.

The woman glared at me with her crinkly grooved eyes. I definitely hit her nerve. "Well, I am sure. But if you have any doubt, you can check the list of the books on the computer over there. Anything else I could help you with ?" "The wildlife section?" "The left corner, second last row." "Thanks." I first went to the library computers and searched for the 'Myth of The Broken Throne'. And guess what... nothing. Looks like Ms. Brendon is the last option. But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed?

"As you can see, you are no longer needed in here, now leave here, before I call the Mobile police" Brenda said, looking serious, Jackson looked dumbfounded with me, and I could see a tiny piece of regret on his face, but I never cared. He walked out the from the counter, before opening the door, he stopped, "We shall see then" He said, stepping out from the cafe, "Go fuck your dick" Brenda shouted as he left the cafe. I gave a sigh of relief, which I never knew I was holding, "He's really a dick, how the fuck did you end up with someone like him"

Jackson prompts. I don’t refuse. END OF BOOK TWO: THE DEED

Rhea “Here,” he said. “This is where you’ll wear our names. J.B. Simple. Elegant. Ours.” “I’ll go first,” Jackson said, his fingers never stopping their movement between my legs. “The J. Then Brandon with the B.” “Ready?” Brandon asked, the knife hovering over my skin. I wasn’t. Would never be ready for something this permanent, this claiming, this insane. But I nodded anyway. “Good girl,” Jackson murmured, and his fingers pressed harder against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Now breathe.”