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CHAPTER 48: Garth’s Seers
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2026-07-26 21:04:07
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Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 49: Training Intensifies
Jasmine’s POVThe gym sessions were nightly now, I no longer needed an invitation or a reminder. I showed up after tucking Marc in bed, my gym bag over my shoulder, and ready for the day’s training. Tristan was always already there. He had stopped asking if I was sure and I had stopped pretending this was temporary. We both understood what the sessions had become. I was building toward the version of myself that never had to calculate exits again. The version that could stand between Marc and anything that came for him without freezing or running or relying on luck.He pushed my reflexes past anything he had asked of me before. With faster combinations, harder pressure and less time between strikes. I matched everything because the alternative was unacceptable. Every time I blocked cleanly or redirected his weight, something settled deeper in my chest, a quiet, growing certainty that I was becoming capable. That the powerlessness I had felt when the rogue followed us home was being re
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 48: Garth’s Seers
Garth’s POVI stood with my hands clasped behind my back and watched as three pins glowed at intersecting points representing the clinic, the diner and the Apex Dynamics tower. The silver thread that connected them had been very thin and brief, but it was real, and unmistakable to anyone who had spent years looking for it.I let the silence stretch as the lead seer continued her slow circle around the table, fingers hovering just above the surface, never quite touching. She knew better than to speak first. They all did. I had trained them that way. Information came only when it was complete, or when I demanded it. Incomplete reports wasted time, and time was the one resource I had never been careless with.I had felt the silver thread moment it appeared. A flicker across the network of seers I kept in four countries. Brief enough that most would have dismissed it as residual noise from the old bloodlines. But I had been waiting for this particular noise for too long. Twenty years of d
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 47: Jesse’s Suspicion
Jesse’s POV The door to the filling room was slightly ajar, a sign that someone was working inside. I paused in the doorway, resting my shoulder against the frame, arms crossed over my chest as I watched Jasmine Trivett. She had her back to me, her hair pulled into a neat braid that fell between her shoulder blades. Her fingers moved through the open cabinet drawers with a kind of quiet efficiency gained from working in the same space for years. She pulled one folder, scanned it, slid it back, and reached for another—all in smooth, practiced motions. I didn’t announce myself, I just stood there, letting the moment stretch. The overhead lights hummed softly. A printer whirred in the distance down the hall. The rest of the floor had mostly cleared out for the day, leaving that particular after-hours quiet. Her shoes shifted on the tile as she reached for a higher shelf. I pulled out my phone without fully deciding to do it. The camera clicked once, capturing the scene—her back, the o
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 46: Tristan’s Revelation
Tristan’s POV The security footage played on the large monitor in my private office, the timestamp showing in the lower corner. I had pulled the feeds from the lobby, the elevators, the gym access logs, and the resort’s perimeter cameras myself late last night after the confrontation at Jasmine’s desk. The office floor had gone quiet when I leaned over her workspace, my hands flat on the wood, the warning in my voice barely contained. She had pushed back. Chin up, eyes steady, no retreat, and no softening. I had walked away without another word because losing control in public wasn’t an option. But the fury had followed me here. I leaned forward in my chair, elbows on the desk, watching the latest clip. Jasmine was in the lobby yesterday, stepping out of the elevator after her interview with Randall Shelton. She paused for half a second, hand brushing her chest where the amulet sat. Then she looked directly at the camera, eyes level and unafraid. Meeting the lens as if she knew she
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 45: Tristan’s Fury
Jasmine’s POV I sat at my desk, fingers moving across the keys as I finalized a quarterly summary, but my mind kept drifting. Randall Shelton’s interview yesterday had left a mark. The way his eyes had lingered on my reactions to the crime scene photos. The careful way he had mumbled that sentence. The crack in the amulet pressing against my skin like a constant reminder that the suppression was failing. I touched it absently through my blouse, tracing the fine line in the rune, and tried to focus on the numbers in front of me. The office floor was quieter than usual. The attacks and the investigator’s presence had everyone on edge. People spoke in lower voices. Glances lingered a second too long. Even the senior staff who usually carried themselves with confidence moved with more caution. I kept my head down, but inside the unease from the briefing refused to settle. Randall knew I had noticed details. He hadn’t accused me of anything though, but the observation itself felt like a
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 44: Investigation Continues
Jasmine’s POV An urgent email was sent in the mid morning, with the subject; Interview with Investigator Shelton – 11:00 AM, Conference Room B. I stared at the screen for a long second, only cursor blinking over the words. After the group briefing yesterday, I had hoped to stay in the background, and just be another admin, another face in the crowd. Apparently Randall Shelton had other ideas. He had taken an interest in me earlier than expected. The realization settled like a stone in my stomach as I saved my report and stood up from my desk. The walk to the executive floor felt longer than usual. Hallways that normally hummed with quiet efficiency now carried an undercurrent of tension. Employees moved with clipped steps, eyes down, conversations reduced to necessary exchanges. The rogue attacks had everyone on edge, and Randall’s presence only amplified it. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and touched the amulet through my blouse out of habit. The crack was still the
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