Chapter 231
Chapter 231
“You aren’t going to hurt August and lan.” It wasn’t a question; it was an order.
Felicity made a dismissive hand motion. “Of course not! Why in the hells would I harm Nolan’s heirs p>
Kieran relaxed just a fraction. “So, you use the boys to get lie here. Then p>
“Then she has a choice. She marries you as she agreed to, of I get rid of her. Either way, she’ll be out of the picture, and I’ll have the boys. Nolan will come looking for them, and I’ll be able to talk some sense into him. He’ll have the mate he’s always needed and the heirs he’s always wanted, fated mate born. It’ll be perfect p>
“And if anything goes wrong?” Kieran asked skeptically.
“It won’t,” she snapped. She smoothed the crumpled photograph, setting it neatly beside the map. “So, we’ll all get what we need most. You’ll get your pretty prop for the election, and I’ll get my mate. Everyone lives happily ever after p>
She reached for her phone, dialing a number from memory. When a gruff male voice answered, her tone was calm – almost gentle.
“It’s time,” she said softly. “I want a message delivered to Moonstone. Make it loud p>
Then she ended the call and stared down at the map again, racing the border with one manicured finger.
“Let’s see how well the goddess protects her precious daughter this time p>
Nolan POV
The morning sky was a dull, steel gray — the kind of color that made my instincts prickle. Storm weather.
I’d been reviewing reports all week, scanning every new update Cassian sent from Moonstone. Most had been
uneventful – stray sightings, false alarms, bits of rogue chatter with no clear pattern.
Until today.
Cassian’s latest message had come marked urgent.
Rogue movement near the shared border. Organized, tactical-paid.
I didn’t need to read the rest. My gut twisted. This was what I’d heard whispers
about in the roguelands. This was not a false alarm or a random event.
I pushed away from my desk and stood, scanning the war room table covered in maps and patrol logs. The timing was too perfect.
I’d been waiting for something like this that uneasy feeling that the quiet was just a prelude to something
worse.
If we hadn’t been watching so closely, we would have miss it. As it was, we would just barely have time to intercept them.
“Alpha?” one of his lieutenants asked from the doorway. “Should we wait for confirmation from the scouts before
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“No.” My tone was low but firm. “We move now. Call the patrol captains-double coverage along the south perimeter and the trade route that cuts into Moonstone’s forest p>
The lieutenant hesitated. “You think this could be connect to-
“I know it is p>
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I didn’t raise his voice, but there was an edge to it that silenced further questions.
As the warrior hurried off, I turned back to the map, my jaw tight. I’d been trying to stay rational, to separate my duties as Alpha from my emotions but this wasn’t a coincidence.
Felicity had gone quiet. Too quiet.
And now, Cassian was reporting organized rogue movement on the border. In the exact area I’d heard rumors about from the rogues.
“You’re still playing your games,” I muttered under my breath. “But not this time p>
Without hesitation, I grabbed my coat and my phone, firing off a message to Cassian.
On my way. Don’t engage until I get there.
Cassian’s reply came seconds later.
Already assembling a team. Meet at the patrol station.
I left the packhouse without another word, my boots crunching on the gravel path as
I crossed the courtyard. The cold air stung my lungs, grounding me.
I moved fast, my stride purposeful. Every step seemed to echo with the same thought – Ellie’s there.
She was safe, I told myself. Cassian had informed me about her move into the packhouse. She and the boys were in the safest place they could be.
I didn’t let myself dwell on it, but the knowledge fueled me, pushing me harder.
By the time I reached the jeep, I was all business. My voice was calm as I gave orders to the two guards accompanying me, but my mind raced. I could feel that same dread from the rogue lands creeping up my spine again that feeling that something was shifting, that we were on the brink of something far worse than another
ambush.
As the engine roared to life and the packhouse faded behind me, I gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The road ahead curved toward Moonstone, and the storm clouds thickened.
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