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CHAPTER 50: Marc and Jeff
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2026-07-28 20:36:27
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Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 55: Abe Woodrowstaff
Tristan’s POV The note arrived on hotel stationery. I recognized the handwriting before I read a single word. The same loose, confident script I had last seen on a research brief from the European expedition that never fully launched. Abe Woodrowstaff, an artifact hunter. He was dangerous in the way of men who treated ancient knowledge like a conversation rather than a weapon. I stood at my desk and pressed my thumb against the rune diagram drawn in the center of the page. The lines were precise, old and looked like the kind of marking that did not appear in ordinary correspondence. The curse marks on my wrist spread two millimeters under the contact, a low burn that climbed toward my elbow before I lifted my hand. I folded the note once, then again, and slid it into my inner pocket. The paper sat against my chest like a second pulse. Abe was already seated in the restaurant when I arrived, at a corner table, with clear sightlines, and his back to the wall in the way of someone wh
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 54: Tristan Learns of Marshall
Tristan’s POV Jeff’s report was three paragraphs long. I read it standing at my office window, my back to the room. I did not turn around. I held the report at my side without looking at it again and fixed my gaze on the Cresthaven skyline. The silence in the room expanded past the comfortable range before I spoke. “Get me a full background on Marshall Pearce,” I said. “Professional. Financial. Social. Everything.” I did not qualify the request. I did not ask why Marshall had come back, what he had wanted from Jasmine, or how Jasmine had responded. I already knew the relevant information, which was that a man who had abandoned her during a trying time was now standing at her door. Behind me, Jeff remained in the doorway. I could feel the weight of his attention without turning. He had been on this job long enough to read the specific quality of stillness that preceded a decision. This particular stillness was the kind that meant I was working out exactly what degree of consequen
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 53: History
Jasmine’s POV Sitting at the small kitchen table with the late light coming through the window, the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic below. Marc was asleep in his room, and Zea sat across from me, elbows on the table, listening. I started at the beginning because that was the only way the story made sense to me anymore. “We met when I was fifteen,” I said. My hands were wrapped around the mug of tea I had stopped drinking two sentences in. The ceramic had gone lukewarm under my palms. “He was working a job near the diner. He was charming and funny when he wanted to be. He paid attention in the way that feels like safety when you’re already tired of watching every corner. I let myself believe it.” Zea’s jaw tightened degree by degree as I spoke. Her brown eyes went steadily darker in the way of someone absorbing information that was confirming the worst assessment she had already made. She didn’t interrupt. She rarely
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 52 : Jeff’s Attachment
Jeff’s POV Marc saved me a seat on the low wall outside school every afternoon. He never asked if I wanted it. He simply sat down on the same stretch of concrete, left a clear space beside him, and waited with the quiet certainty of a child who had already decided the arrangement was settled. I took the seat. The first day I remained standing because standing felt like the proper distance for the work. The second day I sat because remaining on my feet had started to feel like a refusal of something the boy was offering without words. By the third day the seat belonged to both of us in a kind of way. He brought out half a granola bar without from his bag, broke it cleanly down the middle, held one piece out to me, and kept the other for himself. I took it and ate it without protest. The bar was usually a little crushed from the bottom of his backpack and tasted of oats, it has a faint sweetness, and the dry texture of something that had been sitting in a lunchbox too long, but I ate
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 52: Marshall Appears
Jasmine’s POV I opened the door, saw Marshall’s face and pushed it shut before my arm had fully extended, but Marshall got his foot in the frame. And the impact jarred through the wood into my shoulder. I leaned my whole weight against the door, both hands braced on the surface, staring at the thin vertical slice of his face through the gap. My eyes had gone absolutely cold. He spoke through the gap, his voice low. His palms spread on the door in a posture calibrated to look harmless. “Jas. Just hear me out. Please, I miss you.” I heard every word of his through the door panel. I got angry not because he hadn’t cared that I left years ago, but because what remained behind it was something colder and more permanent. He wanted back in. He was playing his cards well, because he knew exactly what buttons to press and what to say to get me back. I had been reading that particular shape since I was a teenager. My foot moved against the door and the gap narrowed further. “You had your
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 50: Marc and Jeff
Jeff’s POV I was four minutes into my first post outside the school when Marc found me. I had chosen the position carefully, angled right behind a low wall near the side gate, which gave me clear sightlines to the main entrance and the street, it was enough cover that a casual observer would not register a man standing watch. The boy walked directly across the pavement, and stopped at a precise conversational distance, his small hands at his sides, and looked up at me with those silver-blue eyes that made the resemblance impossible to ignore once you knew what you were seeing. “You’re too close to the gate,” he said in a clear six-year-old voice. “If someone comes from the parking lot, they see you first. And the wall doesn’t cover your shoulder. A better spot is by the big tree. You can see everything and people walk past without looking.” I crouched to eye level because standing over him felt wrong. The critique was calm, and he had delivered it without fear or bravado. I answ
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