Novel & Cerita Kade From Down To Earth

KADE He finally slipped into the solitude of his room, away from his incessant father. It's your birthday in a couple of weeks, his father's voice rang through his mind. It's tradition to receive an Unfortunate on your twenty-fifth birthday. You have no choice but to accept. Kade dropped into the oversized leather chair behind his desk and exhaled. He didn't want a gift from Michael Sario. He didn't want anything from him. He sat forward and glanced at the mining documents he'd been prying through for weeks. Something wasn't right. His mines were collapsing, and he had no idea why. He studied the map on the blueprint before him, trying to find a pattern. Nothing.

Elias’s Private Floor The elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime. Elias stepped out, a vision of tailored precision obsidian suit pressed to perfection, briefcase in hand, and a storm-grey expression that made junior staff clear the hallway without a word. The air on the executive floor shifted. “Good morning, Sir,” Kade said with a crooked grin from the lounge, half-eaten croissant in one hand, tablet in the other. “Or should I say... traitor to the breakfast table?”

“Now it’s just… quiet.” Kade crossed the room then. He didn’t sit. He knelt. He went down on one knee before her, his eyes level with hers. The movement was so fluid, so devoid of pride, it stole the air from her lungs. Up close, she could see the fine lines of exhaustion and care around his eyes, the healing scratches from the fight with Cyrus. She could smell the cedar of his skin, the faint, clean scent of the soap he’d used. “You’re not alone now,” he said, his voice a low vibration she felt in her chest.

The air smelled of damp earth, pine, and something sharper—cold river water over stone. Kade was already there. Of course he was. He lounged atop a massive, flat rock that jutted from the side of a hill, one knee bent, an arm draped loosely over it. He wore no coat this time, just a dark shirt, open enough at the throat that the curve of his collarbone caught the light. “You work fast,” he said. “You and he had a talk.” I scowled. “Do you have spyholes in every conversation I have now?” I asked.

“Step forward.” He did. Tall, broad‑shouldered, early twenties. Kade. Good in a fight. Good at following orders. Terrible at nuance. Aiden remembered him at sixteen, shaking in a clinic bed after a bad shift, his mother begging for something—anything—to calm him without a collar.

"Thank you for everything. Thank you for leading us. Thank you for protecting us. Thank you for loving Hope so completely. Thank you for teaching us what devotion means. What loyalty means. What love means. Thank you for staying past your time. For enduring past your limits. For continuing past your strength. Thank you for everything. Rest well. Join Hope peacefully. Cease without regret. You earned it. You deserved it. You completed everything. Rest well." Kade smiled. Grateful. Peaceful. Ready. He visited the memorial garden. Sat among the flowers and trees. Honored the fallen one final time. Then he laid down. Closed his eyes. Let go. He died peacefully. Quietly. Completely. No struggle.

Since the underworld was involved in the situation, Harvey called Kade over as well. Kade’s father was the top dog of the city’s underworld, after all. With the young master here, most of the trouble should be dealt with easily. Mandy didn’t know about Kade’s relationship with Harvey. She thought he was just getting a driver, so she didn’t say much. Kade gave Harvey a laptop showing some information. Harvey took a few quick glances at the screen.

She was only an Omega, and they didn’t care about Omegas. “Chest complications. Poor oxygenation. Neglect,” Kade continued to speak on the phone. “We’re in Dark Moon.. Eastern Territory.” The way he said “Eastern” sounded like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. After another beat of silence, Kade pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the speaker button, allowing Maeve’s voice to flow through the speaker. “You’re on speaker,” Kade told his sister.

Silas whispered, who almost fell his pad had. “The atmospheric seed decomposes the consortium gift. Jada, the planet heals. The cleats will no longer drive uncontrolled. Heaven is free.” I looked up at Kael. His heavy, gloved hand glided into mine, and his Fingers were fixed with mine. His face was ruthless, his armor scratched and drawn from the battles of the last days, but at this moment He looked like a king who had renounced his kingdom. “We did it, scrap collector,” he gently rolled, and his thumb dashed

Kade Mikaela leaned against the doorframe, her eyes gleaming in the dim light of my office. “You know,” she purred, her voice low and intimate, “you don’t need Valeria to be happy, Kade. You don’t need her at all.”