جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Mitchell POV"Move your hands from the frame before I tear them off," I growled, my teeth scraping against the back of Jethro's neck as I shoved him toward the window.The air inside father's bedroom tasted like burnt copper and old dust. It was too thick. Too heavy. Every wall in the room was humming with a low, vibrating pulse that made my gums bleed. I spat a glob of dark saliva onto the carpet and gripped the edge of the solid oak door.Nothing. The wood did not even creak."The lock is dead," Adriel spat from behind me, his shoulder muscles bunching under his torn shirt as he slammed his weight into the panelling. "It is not a mechanical bolt, Mitchell. It is a binding block. The hinges are fused."I reached out with my mind, throwing a hard line toward Betty.Nothing. It was like dropping a stone down a dry well. The connection did not even spark. She was still under. She was dead to the world, locked away three floors down while the e

Betty POV"Drop from the branch or I snap it in half."Leonardo glared up through the thick leaves. His jaw ticked. A single vein pulsed in his throat. He stood entirely alone on the damp soil, ignoring the chaos of the forest behind him.My fingers dug into the bark. The rough wood bit into my palms. My lungs burned. Two seconds ago, two rogue lycans had slammed directly into the base of this trunk. The entire structure had shuddered. My skull had bounced against a thick bough, sending black spots dancing across my vision.I had blacked out. It could have been for a minute. It could have been for an hour.A low, vibrating snarl ripped through the back of my skull. It was Tola. Her anger was a physical weight, pressing against my temples until my eyes watered.A hand gripped my ankle.The fingers were cold, caked in dried mud and old blood. A rogue lycan clung to the lower branches, his eyes bloodshot and wild, trying to yank my weigh

Betty POV“Wake up and look at this mess, Betty.”Luka’s voice grates against my ears. I force my eyelids apart. The morning light hits my eyes like a physical punch, making me blink until my vision clears.“Stop shouting,” I mutter. My throat feels like sandpaper.I try to shift my weight on the mattress, but a sharp, white-hot flash of agony shoots straight up my left leg. I gasp, digging my fingernails into the sheets. The memory slams back into my head. The rogue lycan. The sound of my own bone snapping when he dragged me down from the tree.“I am not shouting,” Luka says. He stands up from the wooden chair by the bed, his shadow blocking out the harsh sun. He reaches down, grabs my shoulders, and hauls me up against the pillows with zero gentleness. “You have been out for hours.”I flex my fingers. My knuckles crack loudly in the quiet room. It is a relief to feel so

Betty POV"You cannot be serious about eating pancakes at a time like this."Jethro glared at me from across the massive wooden table.His fingers dug into the edge of the dark wood until his knuckles turned white."I am serious," I said.My voice sounded small in the massive, high-ceilinged room.I shifted in my seat, feeling the sticky heat between my thighs.Mitchell had not been joking about making up for the missed orgasms.He and Adriel had taken me three times on the velvet sofa before the others returned.My body still hummed with the leftover vibrations of their touch."The girl needs to eat, Jethro," Adriel said.He leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out under the table.His eyes dark and heavy as they tracked the movement of my mouth."She used a massive amount of power to pull those rogue lycans out of their madness," Adriel added."Pancakes are a luxury for c

Betty POV"Drop the fruit, Betty. We need to move."Leonardo did not shout. He did not have to. His boots slurred against the kitchen flagstones as he skidded to a halt in front of my face.I kept my teeth sunk deep into the apple. The skin split, sour juice leaking over my bottom lip. I did not drop it. I just blinked at him through the steam rising from the massive copper pots of broth behind us. The kitchen staff had all gone dead silent. Three women in flour-stained aprons froze with their knives hovering over heaps of chopped turnips."Luka is still with the King," Leonardo said. His throat bobbed. A thin line of sweat tracked through the dirt on his jaw line. "Adriel locked the war room doors twenty minutes ago. You are under my detail until the sun goes down."I pulled the apple out of my mouth. "Audrey is already here, then.""She is at the outer gates." Leonardo reached out, his fingers twitching toward my sleeve be