Chapter Two Hundred And Nine

Chapter Two Hundred And Nine
Camille’s POV

The house felt different the moment I stepped into the hallway. Not tense but prepared. Theo’s wolves were positioned discreetly, blended with shadows and silence, but their eyes tracked movement with the precision of men waiting for war.

I knew immediately this wasn’t about caution. This was about Miles.

Theo looked up the second I entered the study. His shoulders relaxed like my presence alone steadied him, but his gaze still held a storm.

“You’re awake,” he said quietly.

“And you’re still working,” I replied, closing the door behind me. “So tell me what you didn’t say last night.”

No fear.
No trembling.
No waiting for permission.

He watched me with a kind of pride that softened the edge in him.

“There’s new intel,” he said. “Miles is coming for us.”

I stepped closer. “Then let him come. He won’t touch our wedding.”

Theo let out a slow breath, not of worry, but of recognition. He could see it: I wasn’t shaken. I wasn’t folding. The girl he once met, the broken woman everyone mocked, no longer existed.

“Camille,” he said, voice low, “he’s working with a sabotage organization. Kidnappings, wedding crashes, explosives…”

“Good,” I cut in. “Then we know exactly what he’ll try.”

Theo blinked, a startled softness pushing into his expression. “You’re not… scared?”

I lifted my chin. “I haven’t fought my way through hell just to be scared of a man who can’t win even when he cheats.”

His mouth twitched, half a smile, half admiration.

“He wants to ruin our wedding,” he said.

“And we won’t let him,” I said calmly. “Theo, I’m marrying you in a few days. Miles can come with chaos or fire, I don’t care, I will still walk down that aisle. Because I’m marrying the only man who ever truly saw me, the only man who believed in me when everyone else turned away.”

“Good,” Theo murmured, stepping closer. “Because I need a woman who stands her ground. And you… you’re the one thing Miles can never touch.”

“I’ve stationed guards everywhere,” he said. “Ethan is monitoring communications. Kai is tightening security around you. No one gets within ten feet of you without being checked.”

“Good,” I said. “But I’m not hiding.”

“You’re not,” he agreed. “You’re the center of this war. And I’m standing beside you.”

He reached for the small tablet on his desk and slid it across to me.
A map of the entire venue appeared, marked with red dots.

“Spies?” I asked.

“Potential threats,” he corrected. “We’re tracking every unfamiliar face linked to Miles. If anyone gets too close, we take them out quietly.”

“I want to know everything,” I said. “Every plan. Every backup plan. No secrets between us.”

Theo nodded. “You will.”

I studied the map, scanned every detail, traced the route from the bridal suite to the aisle. I memorized exits, blind corners, positions where a man with a gun could slip in unseen.

When I finished, I shut the tablet and met Theo’s eyes.

“You’re doing everything right,” I said. “But hear me…”

I stepped closer, gripping his collar lightly.
“I am not a fragile bride. I will not break. And I won’t run.”

Theo swallowed, emotion flickering across his face. “You shouldn’t have to be this strong.”

“But I am,” I said simply. “And we don’t bow to threats.”

He touched my cheek, thumb tracing the edge. “Miles is desperate. That makes him dangerous.”

“And desperation makes people sloppy,” I replied. “Which makes him predictable.”

A beat passed.
Theo’s eyes softened in the way they only ever did for me.

“I’m in charge, Camille,” he murmured.

I smiled. “I know. But so am I.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of what was coming pressed around us, but not between us. If anything, it made us sharper.

A phone buzzed on the desk, Theo’s.

He checked it.
His jaw clenched.

“What?” I asked.

His voice dropped lower. “He’s moving.”

“Miles?”

“Yes. He was spotted near a warehouse outside the city. Meeting with the same men who specialize in sabotaging ceremonies.”

“So he’s preparing a show,” I said. “Let him perform. We’ll take the stage.”

Theo stepped closer again, his hand sliding around my waist, grounding himself in me.

“He wants you,” he said. “He keeps saying you owe him your life.”

I smirked. “Then he’s delusional.”

Theo’s eyes darkened with something deeper than anger, possession, protectiveness, love.

“He won’t get within sight of you,” he promised.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

He brushed his lips across my forehead, slow, steady, a vow without words.

Just then, Ethan burst through the door.

“Your Majesty—Miles is no longer hiding,” he said. “He’s making moves in broad daylight.”

Theo turned to him. “Meaning?”

“He wants you to know he’s coming.”

Fine.
Good.

“Let him announce himself,” I said. “The whole world will witness his final failure.”

Both men stared at me.

Theo shook his head, a small smile forming despite the danger.

“You really are the Mafia Queen,” he whispered.

“And you,” I said, “are the Lycan King I chose. We fight together.”

A knock echoed at the door—a softer one.

Theo raised a brow. “Expecting someone?”

Before I could answer, the door opened just enough for Kai to step in.

“Your Majesties,” he said, bowing slightly, “the security upgrades are complete. The venue is locked down.”

I nodded. “Good. Then we’re ready.”

Kai hesitated. “Lady Camille… are you truly not worried?”

I smiled calmly. “No. Miles has never scared me. This time won’t be different.”

Theo’s hand found mine, firm and warm.

“Our wedding date stays the same,” he said quietly.

“Of course it does,” I replied.

The storm might be forming outside, but inside these walls, inside this moment, I felt nothing but certainty.

Theo squeezed my hand. “We’ll end him together.” And I believed it. With every beat of my heart.