The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 119

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Loud.

Clear.

Undeniable.

His eyes darkened slightly as he remembered her words.

I felt it… your betrayal.

Caleb exhaled sharply.

It was well known from the ancient texts that only a true fated mate could feel something like that.

Not a chosen bond. Not a political arrangement.

Only something deeper.

His mind spun slightly as the realization fully settled in, connecting every piece, every moment, every reaction he had tried to rationalize before.

And then-

Another thought hit him.

Harder.

More dangerous.

His own words echoed back at him.

His actions. What he had done. How he knotted her without any restraints, how he fully claimed her as he planted his seed deep inside her.

He made her bleed as he fucked her senseless, without any restraints. He took her from behind like a beast he was and he didn’t stop until she took all of him, util she surrendered and screamed her pain and pleasure. Today was not making love, but possession, marking her body and soul, making her fully HIS!

His breath hitched slightly as his grip tightened again.

“…Fuck.”

He hadn’t planned it.

Hadn’t thought it through.

Hadn’t even realized what he was doing, until it was too late.

The intensity.

The loss of control.

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The way his instincts had taken over completely.

The way his body had acted on something deeper than thought.

Deeper than reason

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And the weight of that settled heavily in his chest now, mixing with everything else, turning his thoughts into something far more complicated than before.

But beneath all of it-

One truth remained.

Unshaken.

Unchallenged.

His gaze hardened slightly as the palace gates appeared in the distance.

“That little wolf…” he murmured quietly, something dark and possessive threading through his voice.

“…is mine.”

Not out of control.

Not out of dominance alone.

But because every instinct in him, every part of his being, every pulse of that bond-

Refused to accept anything else.

And for the first time since this all began-

Caleb didn’t try to fight it, but opened his mind and heart to accept it fully.

Caleb did not go straight to his father,

The moment he entered the royal palace, his steps were sharp and purposeful, his expression carefully neutral as he passed through the grand corridors, the guards bowing their heads in respect, the staff stepping aside without question.

But beneath that composed exterior-

His mind was still a storm.

Iva.

Her scent. Her touch.

Still clung to him.

Too strongly.

Too obviously. He was reeking of sex.

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His jaw tightened slightly as he reached his private chambers, closing the heavy doors behind him with a quiet but firm motton before exhaling sharply.

“Not like this..” he muttered under his breath.

The last thing he needed right now was for his father to notice anything unusual.

And he would notice.

King William missed nothing.

Especially not something as obvious as the lingering scent of a woman-of intimacy-clinging to his son.

Without wasting another second, Caleb moved straight toward the ensuite bathroom, shedding his clothes along the way before stepping under the shower.

Cold water hit his skin first.

Sharp.

Grounding.

He stood there for a moment, letting it run over him, washing away the heat, the tension, the remnants of everything that had just happened.

Then he adjusted it.

Warmer.

Steady.

Methodical.

His hands moved over his skin with deliberate focus, scrubbing away every trace, every mark, every scent

that tied him to her.

Not because he wanted to erase her.

But because he had to

For now.

“I won’t keep you hidden forever… he murmured quietly, his voice low under the sound of the water.

But not yet.

Not until he understood everything. Not until he reached the truth.

Sonia.

The Messenger.

Two claims.

One truth.

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One lie.

And he would find it.

Because the moment he spoke-

The moment he told his father about Iva-There would be no turning back.

King William would demand to meet her.

To evaluate her.

To test her.

And Caleb knew exactly what that meant.

The palace would swallow her whole, and he wasn’t ready to let that happen.

Not yet.

After several long minutes, he finally turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as he stepped out, his expression calmer now, controlled once more.

The storm had not disappeared.

But it was contained.

For now.

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