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Goodbye, my mate Chapter 183
Jalin's POVThe night was thick with the stench of roasted meat and the pungent odor of cheap perfume that lingered long after the banquet hall had cleared. I loomed over Lucian, who sat shackled in his own despair, a broken king teetering on the edge of abject humiliation.Finn sat on his throne, watching the exodus of his guests with a satisfaction tinged by a strange, lurking unrest. The events of the evening had unfolded precisely as Finn had orchestrated, yet there was a tempest brewing within him - a yearning to unmask my true intentions.I sensed Finn's eyes on me, persistent and probing as I steered the girl towards Lucian’s quarters. My grip on her arm tightened, eliciting a pained whimper that did little to soften my resolve. Her terror was apparent, her wide, pleading eyes glistening with desperation."I beg you, please," the girl’s voice trembled, each word dripping with fear. "Don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, just ple
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Jalin's POVFinn asked a question that cut through the haze of my existence like a blade - sharp, incisive, and brutal. Why haven't I killed Lucian yet?The answer lies in the shadows of my soul, where hatred and desire twist like poisoned vines. I could tell the world that sparing him is an act of torture. But that's a lie. A comforting lie, perhaps, but a lie nonetheless. The truth is simpler - and far more damning.Lucian lives because I've chosen to let him live. Every breath he draws is a gift I've freely given, every moment of suffering a consequence of my indecision. I've kept him alive not out of compassion, but out of a twisted sense of control. To kill him would be to relinquish that control - to admit that he still holds power over me, even after all this time.But the irony is suffocating. I despise him, yet I refuse to release him. The paradox of our relationship is a grotesque masterpiece of contradictions. I hate him because he's a Lycan -
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Lucian's POVMy stomach turned, knots of dread tightening as I forced myself to remain outwardly calm. To protect Leah, I had to play along, at least until I could find a way to free her.I approached her slowly, murmuring assurances too soft for Jalin to hear. Her eyes widened in understanding mixed with a touch of betrayal, but she didn't resist. The trust she once had in me was fractured, yet she still followed my lead, perhaps sensing a familiarity she couldn't place.I leaned in, pretending to carry out the vile act Jalin demanded. Each second felt like an eternity, knowing I was betraying her trust, no matter how necessary it seemed. She quivered, but then something changed. I felt the shift in her, a transition from fear to something far more primal. Her fear transmuted into rage, and before I could react, she unleashed a ferocity I hadn't seen in years.Leah transformed, her Lycan strength bursting forth with an unstoppable force. In an instant, s
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Lucian's POVI didn't answer. I couldn't. My entire body was shaking with rage and sorrow, but I knew better than to speak. If Jalin found out that Leah was my daughter… if he discovered the truth…"She's beautiful," Jalin continued, his fingers tightening around my hips. "Almost as beautiful as you."I closed my eyes, willing myself not to look. But it was impossible. My mind replayed the scene over and over—Leah's face twisted in pain, her body trembling beneath Finn's brutal touch."Stop," I whispered, though I knew it was futile. "Please… stop…"Jalin laughed, a harsh, grating sound that made my blood run cold. "Stop? Why would I stop? You've never asked for this before."His words hit me like a blow to the chest. He was right—I had never fought him before. Never resisted. But now… now I couldn't bear it."Please," I pleaded again, my voice breaking. "I can't… I can't watch thi
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Lucas' POVI must have slept for days. When I finally stirred, the world seemed to spin around me like a carousel gone mad. Colors swam before my eyes, sounds echoed faintly in my ears, and my body felt like a limp rag doll, barely tethered to the mattress. The sheets beneath me were soft, impossibly clean, and carried the faint scent of lavender—a luxury I hadn't indulged in for months. But even that couldn't ease the ache in my bones or quiet the storm of thoughts battering my skull.Finn appeared at my bedside almost instantly, as though he'd been waiting for this moment. He sat on the edge of my bed, his broad shoulders relaxed, his expression a mix of relief and curiosity. His cologne—sharp and musky—filled the air, grounding me slightly."Lucas, brother," he said, his voice warm but tinged with concern. "You're finally awake.""How long have I slept?" I asked, my voice rough and gravelly, as though I'd been
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Lucas' POVI frowned as we stepped into the ballroom, my senses assaulted by the cacophony of voices and the overwhelming scent of alcohol and perfume. The room was filled with men and women dressed in their finest attire - suits tailored to perfection, gowns that shimmered under the chandeliers. But their faces told a different story. Some wore masks of polite indifference, others openly leered at the women who moved through the crowd with practiced grace."What happened to the decent ones in the Packs?" I asked Finn as we made our way through the crowd, my voice low but sharp."They're all gone," Finn said sadly, his gaze sweeping over the room as though he were cataloging every face. "They either surrounded the South or got out of the Kingdom altogether. I don't blame them—it's not exactly a place for decent folk anymore."I turned to him sharply. "And what about us? Are we decent?"Finn hesi
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Lucas' POVThe air was thick with anticipation as I approached Finn's study. The faint hum of voices drifted through the closed door, a symphony of secrets and sins. I paused, my hand hovering over the doorknob, the weight of curiosity pulling me in. The scent of polished wood and faint cologne lingered, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within.Inside, the sounds intensified—a chorus of moans and screams that sent a chill down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized the depravity unfolding behind those walls. I didn't need to see it to know what was happening. Finn's study had become a haven for vice, a place where power and pleasure intertwined in the most grotesque ways.I stayed in the shadows, my breath shallow, as Finn emerged from the study, his face etched with anger. His eyes blazed with fury, a storm of emotions swirling behind them. He was on the phone, his voice low and venomous, a dagger aimed at the heart of someone far awa
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Lucas' POV"I'm just cleaning," she replied, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes.Finn's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Cleaning? Is that right?" He stepped closer, took off his watch and put it on the table. "So why this fucking place is still a mess?"As his voice died, he slapped the girl across her cheek. The slap echoed through the room, reverberating in my ears even though I was hidden in the closet. The girl crumpled to the floor, her cheek reddened by Finn's blow. But she didn't cry out, didn't beg for mercy. She simply sat there, her eyes fixed on the ground, as if accepting her fate.Finn circled around her like a predator stalking its prey. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood of fucking you right now," he sneered. "Think of something to lighten my mood?" His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with sadistic glee.The girl bit her lips, crawling all the way to the wall and took off a whip hanging on the wall.My stomach ch
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Liam's POVSeth caught it and sighed, theatrical as ever. "Look, we're pros here. Employers aren't people - they're NPCs in a game. Whenever I approach her, I get a new task alert. I walk up, get a quest, finish it, cash out. Done. Sure, late nights, when I'm beat, I might jerk off while looking at her before crashing - but it's all business. Nothing more, Liam."I blinked, thrown. "Wait, you jerk off over the survaillance video?"He shrugged, casual as if we were discussing the weather. "Who wouldn't? Look at her! She's a goddamn knockout. Any guy with a pulse would twitch. Doesn't mean I'd act on it."He scratched his head, squinting at the screen. "Come to think of it, I barely see her sleep. She's always on, like she doesn't need rest."That hit me like a spark. "That's exactly what I wanted to ask about," I said, leaning in, my voice low. "She's not normal, Seth. She took down two thugs with one hand - barely blinked. She's too confident, too
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Leah's POVNow, that hunger roared back, fueled by loss and longing. We gave in, tearing at each other, a storm of despair and need. His hands roamed my scarred flesh, rough and reverent, and I arched into him, swaying my hips, dragging it out like a ritual. Pain laced every touch, every thrust - his breath ragged, my moans breaking into sobs. We fucked like we were clawing our way out of graves, desperate to feel something beyond the wreckage of our lives.Inside, my wolf snarled, "This man is dangerous. He's lost everything for you. You're all he has. He shows up when the world burns - destiny or curse? Plus, he killed your child!"I answered her, fierce and silent, as Darren moved inside me, "This man bled for me, broke for me. He's my shield, my fate, my fucking heart. I've crawled through hell, and you never spoke to me. Why now?"My wolf went quiet, retreating, and I surrendered to him - to the ache, the heat, the ruin of us. We collapsed, spent, ta
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Leah's POVThe sky shattered above me, a jagged maw of chaos spitting debris like venom. But Darren was there, his arms clamping around me, fierce and unyielding, rolling me across the ground as the hulking ship model plummeted from the heavens. It crashed where we'd been, its splintered bulk clawing the earth, and I felt the tremor in my bones. Dust choked the air, a gritty veil, but all I knew was his body pressed against mine, hard and desperate, his heat searing through the cold dread coiling in my gut.When the world stilled, our eyes locked. His stare cut through the haze, sharp as a blade, stripping me raw. Memories clawed their way up—him looming over me, blood-smeared and feral, shielding me from death's jaws. Tears burned my eyes, spilling hot and relentless, carving tracks down my dust-caked face. I couldn't stop them, couldn't cage the ache ripping through me.But then I caught it - or didn't. The air around him was wrong, empty. No musk of wol
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Leah's POVI nodded, keeping my face smooth, blank - a perfect little mirror for the director's pride. Inside, my blood roared. These bastards had turned on Liam's father the second his body was cold, carved up his legacy, and handed it to Al Cosa on a silver platter. Everything Liam should've had—stolen. But I kept my claws sheathed, my fangs hidden. Not yet.Dinner came next, the shift announced by a waiter's clipped voice. I'd spent the earlier hours letting the deputy mayor fleece me at cards, folding my hands with a shy smile while his stack of chips grew. By the time we sat down to eat, he was rosy-cheeked and beaming, drunk on victory and wine. He clapped a meaty hand on my shoulder, his breath sour. "Leah, you've got to come to the seafood charity dinner next weekend. Big fundraiser for the Pier 16 Free Trade Zone. It'll be a hell of a show."I smiled, soft and apologetic. "I'd love to, but I'm flying to California next week. My company's got an ev
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Leah's POVHours bled into each other. The party grew loud, sloppy. I slipped away to the pool terrace, heels dangling from my fingers, the night air sticky with salt and regret. The water shimmered like broken glass.Josephine used to fling herself into a pool to play damsel on my wedding night to get Lucas' attention. And that happened like in my my last life. And Darren - my shadow, my sword, the man who'd bled for me in alleys and ballrooms alike. Where was he now? Dead, surely. He'd have torn the slave market apart otherwise.The champagne bubbled bitter on my tongue. A tear fell - weakness - but the night hid it."Mrs. Winters." The deputy police chief staggered over, tie undone. "You're missing the fun.""I was just admiring the view," I lied. "I was just thinking to myself, you must be very good at your job. So young for a deputy chief."His chest puffed. "Beginner's luck.""Luck favors the bold," I said, leaning clos
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Finn's POVI let him paw at me, a doll in his grip, his anxious eyes boring into me. It stirred something - anger, maybe, or worse, something soft I couldn't stomach. I shoved him back, sharp and sudden. "I'm fine," I snarled, turning to walk away.The flowers hit the ground behind me, petals scattering like spilled guts."Pick them up," I ordered, my tone cold.He immediately obeyed, bending down to gather the mess, his muscles flexing beneath the suit. I watched him, my mind a battlefield of desire and disgust. He was mine, bought and owned, yet with every touch, every glance, I felt like I was the one being claimed.I stepped on his back. Hard.Kairo scrambled on all fours before me, fingers trembling as they snatched at scattered petals - crimson on stone, like the blood already smearing his split lip. His haste amused me. The way his breath hitched, the way his shoulders tensed when my shadow fell over him.I let him hope for a s
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Finn's POVI hated clinics. It stank of antiseptic and rotting blood, a paradox that clung to my tongue like acid eating through rot. Dr. Jafar's shadow pooled beneath the flickering fluorescents as he blocked the hallway - a vulture in a stained lab coat, wings spread to guard carrion."His lungs collapse twice daily now," the doctor said, teeth yellow as old piano keys. "The machines breathe for him. You understand? No more speeches about sensative topics here."I stared at him with a blank face. "Move."The ward beyond was a cathedral of dying. Monitors chirped hymns. Tubes coiled like sacred serpents around my brother's skeletal frame. Lucas' chest rose in mechanical spasms - a marionette jerked by invisible strings. I'd seen livelier corpses in the slave pits.His hand felt paper-thin when I took it, veins mapping failures under cold skin. "Brother," I said, savoring the word's rancid sweetness.Eyelids peeled back like fresh wounds. Re
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Finn's POVThe dungeon stank of piss and rot, the air so thick I could taste it - bitter, sour, like the inside of a grave. A slash of crimson moonlight cut through the wall, spilling over the stone like blood from a fresh wound. My scars itched, a map of every bastard who'd torn me open and left me hollow. I needed it tonight, that sharp, searing proof I wasn't just a ghost rattling in this fucked-up shell.He was there, the slave, strung up like some beast, chains gnashing at his wrists and throat. Wolf poison hissed on his skin, blistering it raw, but he didn’t flinch. Those eyes - wild, molten - locked on me, burning with a love so desperate it could choke us both. He lunged as I got close, chains screaming, his voice a ragged snarl. "Alpha!"I saw his skin searing as it touched the chain.I tilted my head to look at the guard standing next to me.He panicked and said, "Sorry, Alpha! He has broken so many chains... We have to dip th
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Leah's POVLater, they dragged me to the monitoring room, a sterile cage of flickering screens and stale air. The video looped endlessly - Antonio's fall, a silent plunge into the dark sea, over and over like a sick ritual. I sat there, wrapped in a scratchy blanket, shivering for show, while Al Cosa perched across from me, an old vulture hunched over his prey. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, devoured the footage, and not a flicker of pain crossed that wrinkled mask. Ruthless bastard, I thought, savoring his son's last moments like a fine cigar, no tears, no cracks. Just cold, hard control.Johnny, his slick consigliere, loomed nearby, arms crossed, voice smooth as oil."Mrs. Winters," he said, "I've no intention of detaining you here. But as the sole witness before Tony's fall, you've got an obligation to tell me the truth. What happened?"I shrank into the blanket, letting my hands tremble, my breath hitch."He took me to the balcony," I mumbled,
