All Chapters of Midnight On The Bayou: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The Deltas were swift, carrying Knox, Ky, and Gerald back to the house as Cassy and I trailed behind in a daze. My heart was in my throat, panic clawing at me with every step they took. The chaos at the tower had left us all reeling, and the sight of them—hurt and barely conscious—sent me spiraling into despair. Back at the house, the healers immediately took over, bustling around with medical supplies as they attended to each of them. Ky, despite his own pain, noticed my distress. With considerable effort, given his dislocated shoulder, he pulled me down into the bed beside him and wrapped his arms around me. His embrace was tight, desperate almost, as he tried to offer comfort. The pain was etched on his face, a grimace every time he moved, but he held me close, his grip firm and reassuring. Meanwhile, Knox's situation escalated quickly. He regained consciousness with a jolt, his screams piercing the tense silence of the room. The healers, prepared for such a reaction, restrained

As we were still processing the rapid recoveries and discussing our next moves, Missy walked into the room with Cassy at her side. "There's something you all need to see," Missy announced as she entered.Ky, still adjusting his newly healed shoulder, looked up. "Is Dad healed now?" he asked with a smirk.Cassy laughed. "Told you, Mom," she said, her eyes twinkling like she had insider knowledge or something.Missy shook her head. "Sky, I think you are exceptional. Being here has somehow added to the already extremely fast Monroe accelerated healing trait. But we'll talk about that later. Come on, Gerald is waiting for you three in the office."We all got up and quickly headed to the office, my mind swirling with Missy's words. Knox still displayed faint red marks where he had been severely burned, and Ky was continuously rotating his shoulder, testing its limits. Despite these minor signs of their recent ordeal, it was clear, they were healed. In fact, it was nothing short of miracu

We loaded up in Ky's truck. Ky took the wheel, Knox claimed the passenger seat, and I settled between them. I laughed at my jeans and t-shirt next to their much more sophisticated appearances. We were going to the bayou. Those khakis would get messed up pretty quickly. But then again, I guess it only mattered how they looked when we showed up. Most of the time, everyone ended up naked anyway. Behind us, a convoy of vehicles lined up, ready to follow at my direction."So much for doing this stealthy," I remarked, glancing back at the line of cars stretching endlessly.Knox chuckled, draping an arm around my shoulders. "Well, time for subtleties is over."Ky huffed as he reached over and rested his hand on my knee. "It was over a long time ago. I'm just happy Dad is starting to come around.""Yeah," Knox added, "he still probably doesn't believe Fletcher was as involved as he was."I hated that Gerald was holding onto that particular belief so fiercely. "It doesn't matter if he doe

Everyone streamed back into the tent. "The plan kicks off at 10 p.m. tonight," Ky announced as he sat beside me and draped his arm around my shoulders possessively."I'm going," I blurted out, more to convince myself than them.Knox spun on me. "What? Hell no, Sky. As much as I don't want to leave you here, you going with us is worse. Way worse.""I'm not staying with him out there. It's my dad doing this. I'm the reason Kael's out there... I'm going," I shot back.Tears threatened to spill over, the pregnancy hormones swirling into a storm inside me. My chest tightened, breaths becoming shallow as panic and determination clashed."You can't seriously consider this," Knox started, "It's too risky.""And what if you get caught? What then, Sky? That asshole has made it pretty clear he has no regard for your safety, so what will he do?" Ky added, pacing a short, tight circle before me."This isn't about risk," I countered. "It's about doing what's right. It's my dad, Kyran. I can't just

(CASSY POV)He guided me down to the creek. In one swift move, he reached down in the water and snagged a crawdad, its tiny claws snapping in protest. He held it up, eyes glinting with mischief before handing it over."Here, try not to get pinched, you." he grinned.I took it, careful not to let it escape. We settled by the water's edge. The crawdad was now our shared entertainment. He pulled off his shirt, muscles rippling, and placed it on a log for me to sit on. My eyes were glued to him. His physique was raw, honed by hard work, not the gym."You're teasing me," I said, unable to look away.He laughed. "Non, cher, but I wasn't really thinking. If Sky or your brothers find me without my shirt on..."Tribal tattoos snaked over his skin, words written down his ribs, and a tribal wolf design wrapped around his side. "Let me see," I demanded, making him twist and turn. His sweat glistened in the sunlight as I traced one of the tattoos with a finger. This left my finger covered in