The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 312: Visiting Yvette Jennings for Scrool

Owen's POV – Human World, New Avalon District

The rain had just started when I stepped in front of her door.

Even now, even after everything, my heartbeat betrayed me. The quiet street hummed with static tension. The sky above cracked with distant thunder, like the world was holding its breath.

I stared at the tall, obsidian-glass door in front of me. Her home. Or more accurately, her fortress.

Yvette Jennings.

Royal-blooded enigma. Beauty wrapped in cunning. She once looked at me like I was the only thing real in her world—before she tried to rewrite mine.

I knocked.

Once. Twice. The sound was sharp, deliberate.

Moments passed. I could feel her energy inside—calm, amused, curious.

Then the door opened.

She stood there barefoot, in a silk robe the color of crimson wine. Her silver-blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder, her eyes a striking violet, the kind that always saw too much.

"Well well," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "The mighty Alpha comes knocking. What's the matter? Run out of people to punch?"

Her voice hadn't changed. Velvet, teasing, lethal.

I kept my tone flat. "I need the scroll, Yvette."

She arched an eyebrow. "Straight to business. I'm impressed. Disappointed... but impressed."

I didn't flinch. "It's important. The kind of important that decides if worlds burn or not."

She studied me for a moment, and then turned her back to me, walking inside without another word. The door stayed open.

I took the invitation and followed.

The interior was pure elegance—books, artifacts, ancient maps, and a scent that used to remind me of nights we didn't talk, only breathed into each other's skin.

She stopped by her marble desk and leaned back on it. "The Royal Scroll. You know I don't just give things away."

"I know," I said. "Which is why I came with a deal."

Her violet eyes glittered. "A deal? Oh, Owen. That's dangerous. You never were good at those."

I stepped closer. "You give me the scroll. I use it. We stop the Null Architects from opening the Forsaken Veil. When this is over, I return it. Untouched. Untampered. You don't lose anything."

"And what do I get besides good karma and a thank-you note?"

I met her gaze directly. "Tell me what you want. Anything within reason. I'll honor it. No tricks. No strings."

She looked almost surprised. Then, slowly, a smile curved her lips. But it wasn't mocking—it was intrigued.

"That's very un-Alpha of you. Very... desperate."

"Try responsible," I said quietly. "I'm not the man you used to know, Yvette."

She came closer, her steps soundless on the marble floor. "Oh, I know. You're colder now. Harder. More calculating. Honestly... it suits you."

Then, softly, she reached up and brushed a strand of wet hair from my forehead.

"What I want," she murmured, "is a promise."

I stayed still.

"You will owe me one favor. Something of my choosing. When the time is right. You don't ask questions, you just say yes. Deal?"

I knew better than to underestimate her.

But I also knew we didn't have time.

I nodded. "Deal."

Yvette's smile turned to something more victorious than warm. She stepped past me, opened a hidden panel behind one of her bookshelves, and pulled out a sealed obsidian case with golden runes.

She handed it to me.

"Don't break it," she said. "It's bound to me. If you tamper with the seal, I'll know."

I took it, holding her gaze. "You'll get it back. I swear it."

She tilted her head slightly. "I never doubted that."

Then her fingers brushed mine, just for a second longer than necessary.

"Tell Roselle," she said, "I don't like her. But I do admire her style."

I turned to go.

The door opened on its own behind me as I stepped back into the storm.

And still, I could feel her eyes on my back until I vanished into the rain.