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CHAPTER 69: Counter-Espionage
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2026-08-10 23:41:43
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Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 69: Counter-Espionage
Jasmine’s POV The next day I sat across from Tristan in his office and looked at the operation plan spread between us. It was clean, professional, and the lines connecting one name to the next were perfect in a way that was easy for me to understand. I traced those lines with one finger, slow and deliberate, rom the syndicate contact to Marshall, from Marshall to the supply chain, and from the supply chain to the target. My finger stopped on Marshall’s name, I pressed it there and kept it there while I looked up at Tristan. “Is there any version of this plan that does not involve me talking to him directly?” Tristan met my eyes without flinching. “No.” The word landed flat and final. He did not soften it, he never did when the answer mattered. “You will not be alone in any meeting,” he added. “Jeff will be close, and I will be closer than he expects. But the approach has to come from you. He already used the history between you once, we should use it back in a controlled and l
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 68: Tristan is informed
Jasmine’s POVI looked down at my hands, they were clenched so tight the nails had left small white crescents in my palms. I stared at them for a second, then slowly unclenched my fingers one by one. The blood came back in a dull tingle. My hands looked ordinary again. Steady enough, even though they did not feel steady.Zea’s words were still sitting in my chest—Marshall was taking money from the Obsidian Circle, him showing up at my door, the apology, the promises, none of it had been guilt.I already suspected something was off that day, not Marshall specifically, not the syndicate either. I just knew there was something wrong in the alignment between the performance he gave and the man I actually knew. The timing felt too clean, the words felt too practiced. I had felt it in my gut while I leaned my weight against the door and told him he had already had his chance. I suspected, and then I ruled the suspicion under assumptions I could not yet prove and kept moving. I had Marc to p
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 67: Marshall’s True Role Revealed
Zea’s POV Wade’s name lit up on my phone just after seven. I answered on the second ring and stepped over to the kitchen window without thinking about it. Some calls needed space, and this one already felt like it might. Outside, the street was doing its ordinary evening—someone walking a dog under the streetlight, a car idling too long at the curb, the low steady rush of traffic a couple blocks over. I pressed the phone to my ear and kept my eyes on the pavement below. “Hey, talk to me. What did you find?” I said. Wade’s voice came through calm and even, the way it always did when he was working in the back room with the traces of his findings pulled up and everything else tuned out. I could picture him sitting there, screens glowing, one hand on the keyboard, the other absently turning a pen. He didn’t waste time with greetings when the information was heavy. “I’ve got something on Marshall Pearce,” he said. “His financial side precisely, I’m going to walk it through clean. One
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 66: Tristan Breaks
Tristan’s POV The strands of Marc’s hair lay flat on my desk. Three of them, dark, fine and silky strands. Almost weightless against the black surface. I had taken them in the lobby without him noticing, my hand briefly resting on the back of his head while he showed me the silver wolf in his notebook, fingers closing carefully, then opening again as if I had only been ruffling his hair the way any adult might. He had not noticed, Jeff had possibly not noticed. Even I had almost convinced myself it was nothing until I returned to the office and placed them on the desk with deliberate care. I stared at them for a long time before I reached for the phone. Jesse’s line connected on the second ring. I pressed one hand over the hairs while I waited for his voice, not looking at them, only feeling the faint texture under my palm. It was so light they barely registered, and heavy enough that my chest felt tight around the decision I had been avoiding for months. “Alpha,” Jesse said.
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 65: Tristan and Marc Alone
Tristan’s POV Jasmine’s impromptu meeting was supposed to take about thirty minutes. Jeff had brought Marc down to the lobby to wait for her. I told myself I had legitimate reasons to pass through that lobby, under the guise of exchanging a quick word with security to check on the afternoon logs, and discuss the east entrance schedule. Each reason was ridiculous and I knew it, but I used them anyway. Jeff stood near the main doors in his usual quiet demeanor, he gave me a short nod when I came through the first time. He did not comment when I came through the second time. By the third pass he simply shifted his weight and looked away, giving me the space without making it obvious. Marc sat on the low bench near the indoor plants, swinging his legs playfully, a small notebook open on his lap. He held a pencil with the same careful focus he gave most things. I stopped a few feet away and watched him for a moment before I let myself sit down on the other end of the bench. He glanced
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 64: Marc’s Question
Jasmine’s POV I was brushing Marc’s teeth when he asked the question. We were standing in the small bathroom, the two of us framed in the mirror above the sink. His dark curls were still damp from the bath. Toothpaste foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. I had one hand gently under his chin, the other guiding the toothbrush in the careful circles the dentist had shown us. It was an ordinary night, nothing special about it until his voice cut through the quiet. “Mom.” I hummed to let him know I was listening. “Who is my dad?” My hand on the toothbrush paused for exactly one beat. Then I continued brushing, slower now, while the question settled between us like something that had been waiting for the right moment to land. He didn’t ask it with drama. He didn’t whisper or look away. He asked it in the same calm, measured way he asked everything important—like he had already turned the thought over carefully and decided it deserved a real answer instead of a comfortable defle
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