Chapter 467\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood at the window, fingers curling around the edge of the heavy curtain, peering through the narrow gap. Rain streaked down the glass in thick sheets, blurring the world beyond, but even through the downpour, I could see Kael.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was kneeling in the mud, soaked to the bone, his posture wild and desperate. His mouth moved in broken, frantic patterns. I couldn\u2019t hear a word-my world had gone quiet long ago- but I didn\u2019t need to. His face said everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Remorse. Rage. Guilt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I\u2019d seen this show before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kael wasn\u2019t new to apologies. Every time he knelt, every time he cried, it was always the same script. One minute, he\u2019d weep for what he did to me. The next, he\u2019d raise his voice and defend the very people who broke me-especially her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And every time, I was expected to forgive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My expression remained still, carved from the frost that clung to my bones. Whatever flicker of empathy I once felt for Kael had long since turned to ash.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t here for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was here for her. For Scarlett. His precious little sister, rotting in a prison she earned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t come for justice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d come because his conscience bit back for the first time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A cold smile tugged at my lips. The kind that held no humor, only quiet, worn-out contempt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned away from the window. There was only one person in this house who mattered to me\u00a0<\/p>\n
now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was because of me that he got into a fight with Kael in the first place. And Lucien had a curse- one older than most wolves could remember, one that forbade him from claiming his true mate\u2026 unless she fell hopelessly in love with him first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:19 Fri, Jan 16 T\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 467\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I-goddess help me-I was dangerously close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hurried toward the bedroom door, my weakened leg dragging slightly behind me, but I didn\u2019t stop. My heart pounded harder with each step as I raced down the stairs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then the door creaked open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien stepped into the manor, framed by the storm behind him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked like something out of a fever dream. His black shirt clung to his body, soaked through, revealing every sculpted inch of his chest and abdomen beneath. Rain dripped from his hair, tracing rivulets down his jaw and collarbone. Even drenched, he moved like a king- silent, elegant, and deadly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLucien!\u201d I gasped, my voice catching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rushed toward him, but I misstepped-my bad leg gave way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A sudden drop. Weightlessness. I flailed as the world tipped sideways.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But before I hit the ground, arms caught me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Strong. Steady. Familiar.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His scent wrapped around me-pine and storm and something darker, more primal. He cradled me effortlessly, my body pressed against his chest, his heartbeat loud and thunderous under my palm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, there was only us. The storm faded. The house vanished. All I could feel was the heat of his skin, the tension in his muscles, and the emotion swimming in his eyes as he looked down at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d he asked, voice raw with concern.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head, still breathless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He eased me down, but didn\u2019t let me go. His hand lingered on my lower back, the other trailing down to my wrist, where my pulse fluttered like wings.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled off the silver ring from his finger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The one he\u2019d worn since the day I met him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath hitched as he slid it onto mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:19 Fri, Jan 16 T\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 467\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
The cold metal kissed my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Right over my middle finger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
(75)\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lips parted, but no words came out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes-not because I was sad, but because something inside me cracked open, something I thought had died long ago.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside, Kael was still shouting into the storm, his face contorted in agony as he knelt in the mud, begging forgiveness that would never come.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I couldn\u2019t hear him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because in this moment, my world was quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Lucien\u2019s heartbeat was the only sound I needed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1.0K\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Joseph King is an editor and storyteller who ensures every chapter is clear, polished, and engaging for readers.<\/p>\n
Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe 467 Chapter 467\u00a0 Riley\u2019s POV\u00a0 :\u00a0 Finished\u00a0 I stood at the window, fingers curling around […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20742","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pack-princess"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20742","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20742"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20742\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20742"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20742"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20742"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}