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CHAPTER 56: The Prague Lead
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2026-07-31 15:38:37
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Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 57: Jasmine Meets Abe
Jasmine’s POV Abe shook my hand in the Apex lobby and his eyes stayed on my face a second longer than the handshake required. Something moved through his expression—not recognition exactly, but the thing adjacent to it. The look of a man encountering in person something he had only heard in the abstract and finding the reality considerably more than the documents had prepared him for. His easy manner reasserted itself without a visible seam. “Abe Woodrowstaff,” he said. The smile was bright, genuine, and just slightly too aware. “You must be Jasmine. Tristan’s been stingy with details. I’m beginning to see why.” I withdrew my hand at a normal pace and kept my expression polite. The lobby moved around us in its usual mid-morning flow—employees crossing the floors, the soft chime of elevators, the distant click of heels. Tristan stood a half-step to my right, close enough that I could feel the controlled weight of his presence without looking at him. I watched Tristan watch Abe dur
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 56: The Prague Lead
Tristan’s POV Abe spread the photographs across the restaurant table with the quick, precise motions of a man who had been holding the information too long and could finally set it down. His energy was bright, focused, and almost restless. We sat in the same spot we did during our last meeting. Each image landed in sequence, and he talked through them without pause, voice low enough that the surrounding tables remained undisturbed. “The suppression artifact is in a sealed vault beneath a Prague cathedral,” he said. “Not the tourist sections. The sub-levels the Church stopped acknowledging about two centuries ago. It was used to bind a cursed alpha bloodline in the 1700s. The binding held, and the alpha in question lived out the rest of his life stable enough to die of ordinary age instead of the fracture. The artifact has been sitting there ever since, waiting for someone to remember it exists.” I studied each photograph with careful attention, the stone corridor showed water dama
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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
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Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 53: History
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