Lahat ng Kabanata ng The mafia King's Pet [M×M]: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Chapter 219: The Search Damon's POV Dawn broke over the destroyed temple like an ugly wound splitting open, bleeding red and gold across a sky that had no right to be beautiful. Not today. Not when half my soul lay buried somewhere in the rubble below. I stood at the crater's edge, staring down into the darkness that had swallowed my mate. The hole was massive… easily fifty feet across and gods knew how deep it went. Smoke still rose from its depths, carrying the smell of burned stone and scorched earth and something else. Something disturbing that made my wolf howl in anguish. Death. " Damon." A rather familiar voice called out. I turned to see my beta approaching carefully, his usual military bearing softened by exhaustion and grief. “James” I whispered, taking him by surprise by giving him a brother hug.Despite my grief, I felt a little of the chains weighing in my heart lift, seeing him alive. He had survived Millen's trap… and had somehow made it back to us during the cha

Chapter 221: The Choice and The BloodDamon's POVI carried Milo's body home cradled against my chest like the most precious thing in the world. Because he was. Even motionless, even silent, even with our bond severed and empty, he was still my everything.The soldiers had wrapped him carefully in clean cloth before we lifted him from the crater. His purple fur was still perfect beneath the fabric… no burns, no wounds, no sign of the explosion that should have destroyed him. It was as if his body had been preserved by some force beyond understanding.a faint shimmer of energy clinged to him, it was barely visible, but it was there. Purple. Like his aura hadn't completely faded.Like some part of him was still fighting."That's his remnant energy," Daphne explained when I asked, her voice heavy with sorrow. "His purple energy. It's preserving the body, keeping it from... from decomposing. But Damon, you need to understand…it's fading. If it's…"She didn't need to say it. I could see it

Chapter 223: pack ritual 2damon povThey scattered like lost flocks, to follow my orders. Within an hour, dozens of wolves had gathered in the great hall where we had laid Milo's body on a raised platform.Daphne had chosen the hall, because according to her, it's the place where everything concerning the pack, ranging from dispute, to pack festivals and feast takes place, hence the better place for the pack ritual.The room was full, but silent except for soft breathing and the occasional whimper from the women and children. This was their first time learning about what happened. Daphne stood at the head, explaining what we were about to attempt. "The pack bond is powerful, but it requires sacrifice. Blood, given willingly, to forge a connection strong enough to reach wherever Milo's consciousness has retreated."She turned to me. "Damon, as his mate and alpha, you will be the anchor. Your bond to him is the strongest. The rest of us will lend our strength, our blood, and our conn

Chapter 225: Awakening. Damon pov I stood up to face the expectant faces of the pack members my son still cradled against my chest, my other hand reluctantly leaving Milo's cold fur. The weight of failure pressed down on me like a physical thing, threatening to crush what remained of my composure and control. "We tried," I said, my voice hollow. Each word felt like I was swallowing shards of hard glass. "We gave everything we had, as a pack. But sometimes... sometimes even that isn't enough." The gathered wolves shifted uncomfortably, grief etched into every face. Daphne stood with Aldrich, who was now on wheelchair. Their expression was carefully neutral, but I could see the pain in their eyes. Selene couldn't look me in the eyes any longer. "Milo saved us all," I continued, forcing the words out. "He gave his life so that we could have a future. So that our son could have a future. We honor that sacrifice by…" A gasp from the crowd cut me off. "Damon," Selene whisper

Chapter 228: Recovery and RebuildingMilo's POVThe first week after my return was a blur of examinations, rest, and gradual adjustment to being alive again.Daphne had practically moved into our chambers, monitoring my vital signs with an intensity that would have been amusing if it wasn't so necessary. My body was healing, but slowly… too slowly for my liking, despite my remarkable healing abilities. Although Daphne insisted it was remarkable I was healing at all."You died, Milo," she reminded me for what felt like the hundredth time as she checked my pulse. "Your heart stopped. Your soul left your body. The fact that you are sitting here complaining about being bedridden is nothing short of miraculous."I sighed, shifting restlessly against the pillows Damon had stacked behind me. "I feel useless. The pack is rebuilding, and I am stuck in bed.""The pack is rebuilding because you gave them a future," Damon said from his position by the window, where he was rocking Ezra gently. "Th