Off Track Chapter 26 Novels & Stories

"We can't roll the hand-car back into the gorge, Chiamaka. The grade is too steep to climb manually from this side. If we stay on this track, we’ll be trapped against the dead-end bumpers of the repair bay." ​I didn't let the panic take root. I stood up on the deck, my black-stained hands resting flat against the cold iron of the typewriter carriage. The sixth edition was already printing on the crates, but the seventh edition needed to be framed before the gates closed forever. We were deep inside the throat of the beast now, surrounded by silver floodlights and concrete walls, but the rails were still under our feet. ​I flipped the page of my notebook and wrote a single, massive word befor

"Your King is transforming this entire extraction zone into his personal chess board just to monitor your drills, Chika," Tracy laughed, nudging my shoulder with her elbow as the catering units continued unloading the premium meat vaults. "You are completely red across the neck. Stop tracking his shadow and breathe." I shifted my stance, my ears pinning back as I focused on a rogue scent moving through the peripheral brush of the production lines. A senior tracker was locking her gaze directly onto my chest plates from the shadow of the main crane.

What’s his is mine. But at the door, he stopped. “Take your things. You’ll sleep in the servant’s quarters. Ciao!” And he went upstairs. Vanessa groaned, furious. “Damn it!” she shouted, throwing her bag. What an irritating man! Good thing she was still kind—or else. Dragging her own luggage inside, she collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. Why did he have to be gay? What a waste. At least he could donate sperm and make money out of it, she thought with a bitter laugh.

Chapter 6: The Chase Ignites The moon hung fat and silver over the forest, its light slicing through the trees like a blade. The pack gathered at the den's edge, bodies shifting in the shadows, fur rippling over skin as they changed. Howls ripped through the night, deep and wild, sending chills down my spine. I stood there, heart pounding, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth, mixed with the raw musk of arousal from everyone around me. The den's stone walls faded behind us, but their weight lingered in my mind—like a home I was starting to claim, even if it scared me. Thorne's hand gripped my waist, steady and hot, pulling me close. His eyes burned into mine, fierce with possession

There's no assurance that one miniscule slip up could lead to a disaster even worse than when Callum hit. And as if fate heard my thoughts, the opportunity decided to strike at that very moment. Commotion erupts from the pack grounds underneath us, one gamma already locking another in a death grip. My eyes drift to their positions and see the rest of the pack just watching. Maybe in fatigue, or even in nonchalance. Dust rises from the earth as their bodies hit the ground. Hands flying, tension rising. “I'll go—” “Don't bother” I stop her before she can get involved.

Order stepped forward and looked down at the place where Elias had vanished. “He did not flee blindly,” he said. “That path was prepared.” I turned toward him. “Can you track it?” Order’s expression sharpened. “Eventually.” “Not good enough.” The marks on my arm still burned. My power still circled me in glittering currents, reflecting my anger in restless flashes of violet and silver. I had him. For one perfect moment, I had him on his knees. And he had slipped through my fingers. The realization made my chest ache with frustration.

Chapter 30: The Unraveling Evie's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the oppressive silence. The booming voice echoed through the cavern, a chilling pronouncement that sent shivers down her spine. Her desperate plan had failed spectacularly. Instead of cleansing the Wellspring's core, she had fractured it, unleashing an even more potent darkness.

Chapter: 18 ****** TALON: As I lay there, the sounds of the pack faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heart and the quiet rustle of grass beneath me. I struggled to catch my breath, the weight of my failures pressing down harder than ever. The trainees' laughter felt like a distant echo, and I was left alone in my thoughts, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy surrounding me.

They would catch me eventually unless I could find a way to shake them off my tail. I darted through the winding corridors of the pack's den, my senses on high alert as I navigated the treacherous terrain. I could hear the sound of panting and pounding footsteps behind me, growing louder with every passing second. Suddenly, I saw a glimmer of light up ahead. I burst through the entrance of the den, emerging into the bright sunlight. The cool air hit me like a slap in the face, momentarily disorienting me. But I didn't have time to recover. Brutus and Cassian were right behind me, their jaws snapping wildly as they gained on me.

I know Chi is just trying to make it better so I finish my last few papers and head downstairs to meet Chiara. We drive around town and buy a couple of things before heading to the square with all the restaurants. On our little walk, I feel Flint stirring. I haven’t felt or heard from him since the day after the fire. As we pass a fancy restaurant, he snaps to attention. ‘She’s here!’ I howls. ‘She’s not. She died. I’m sorry buddy. It’s time to let her go.’ I say softly. But as we turn the corner my heart stops.