All Chapters of Seducing Vampire Daddy Dane: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(JO POV)I was livid, thrashing in the back seat of the car with Mag. I lunged at him, aiming for anything I could hit. "You bastard!" I screamed, swinging wildly. "How could you do this?" Mag effortlessly caught my wrists mid-air. "Calm down, Jo. This isn't helping." "Calm down?" I snarled, trying to yank my hands free. "You took me, you maniac!" He pushed me back against the seat, easily holding me there. "You need to relax before you hurt yourself." I kicked at him, my foot connecting with his shin. He winced but didn't release me. "Let go of me!" I demanded, "Jo, enough," he said firmly. "Fighting me won't change anything." I lashed out again, but my energy was waning. I finally slumped in the seat next to him, crossing my arms tightly across my chest. My breathing was heavy, and my entire body was shaking. I glared at him, hating how composed he looked. After a few minutes, he spoke. "Dane loves you, you know. He's beside himself in love with you." I blinked, the sudden

(DEIRK POV)After Percy and I moved a bed we could fit into the new room, I checked it up and down for bugs. I wasn't going to rest until I found it. I was in there for hours with Percy, looking through everything Mag did.I never found one. Maybe Mag was trying to change. Maybe. The jury was still out. It would be out for a long time.When we finally walked out, Jo and Dane were already mid-meeting in the big meeting room, where many of the teachers were present. Jax was cuddled up to Vikki in the corner and looked up at me when Percy and I walked in. He was freaked out.I sat next to Jo, directing Percy to sit next to me. Dane was going over new rules. Some were relaxed, others more strict. All aimed at creating authentic relationships between the vampires and humans as he and I had found. Like Jax had found with Vikki.I wondered what my role would be. I decided to wait until after the meeting was concluded to talk to him about it. I was ready to take on some of the responsibility

(DANE POV) The office, once Cami's, felt like a place stuck in time, filled with echoes of her decisions and the consequences that followed. Now, it was mine... a truth that felt too surreal to grasp fully. I sat behind the desk, holding the worn leather collar in my hands. I didn't always wear it... but when Magness was around, I had no choice. If I didn't, the punishments were severe.A reminder of his control over me that I now had over him.Talk about surreal.The collar was a relic of everything I'd endured. I hated it, but letting go felt impossible. Throwing it away would mean losing a piece of myself. Even now, with Cami gone and the school under new leadership...my leadership...I couldn't escape its hold.Cavanagh entered the room, stopping when she noticed the collar on the table. She approached me, and I could sense her hesitation and the unspoken questions."You know," she began, "I never thought I'd see you without that thing.""Neither did I," I admitted, staring at th

(DANE POV)I watched Jo as she knelt over the toilet, her body shaking with each heave. It wasn't just the nausea that had me on edge... it was the fact that she hadn't answered me. The silence was crushing, and the longer it dragged on, the more my mind spun out of control.Why wasn't she saying she chose me? Why couldn't she just say it and put me at ease?When she finally stopped retching, I moved quickly, helping her out of her clothes. Her skin was clammy. She looked so fragile... It scared me. I changed as fast as I could, trying to keep myself from spiraling into full-blown panic. I had to hold it together.For her, for us.There was an us, wasn't there? But her refusal to say it made me doubt everything.I crouched down beside her, desperate to understand what was happening. "Jo, you do choose me, right? I expected a lot today, but this... this wasn't one of them."She tried to reply, but another wave of nausea hit, sending her back to the toilet, dry heaving again.Why w

(JO POV) I drifted into sleep almost against my will, my body too drained from the endless vomiting, the shock, the sheer amount of everything that had been thrown at me. My thoughts were a tangled mess of confusion and fear. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was being pulled under, sinking into a deep, strange slumber. It felt more like an escape than rest.My dreams were vivid, unusually bright, and calm. It was the kind of calm that felt too perfect to be real. I found myself walking through a meadow, the sunlight warm on my skin, flowers blooming in vibrant colors all around me. It was peaceful... too peaceful. This kind of serenity was rare for me, but there was something comforting about it, like sinking into a memory I didn't know I had.But as I walked through the meadow, a feeling crept in, a sense that this wasn't just a dream—it was being controlled. The colors, the warmth, the tranquility... it was too deliberate, too tailored to what I needed at that moment. And that's whe