บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

HANNAH’S POVI jolted awake to a sharp knock at the door, a sound that shattered the fragile stillness of the early morning. My chest tightened as my eyes adjusted to the dim light seeping through the curtains. Instinctively, I reached out, fingers brushing against cold, undisturbed sheets.“Xavier?” My voice cracked, barely a whisper, swallowed by the silence.No response.The weight in my chest grew heavier, tugging at my breath. My hand fumbled for the bedside lamp, and the sudden glare forced my eyes shut for a moment before I blinked them open.The clock glared back at me: 6:30 a.m. I frowned, my thoughts sluggish but tinged with unease. Xavier went for runs early, but he never left without a word.Another knock—sharper this time, like an urgent demand. It reverberated through the house, cutting into the quiet. My stomach churned.I pushed back the blanket, the chill of the room biting against my skin. Wrapping my robe tightly around me, I slipped my feet into slippers, their wor

HANNAH’S POVTears blurred my vision as I watched Xavier clench his fists, his jaw tight with barely contained rage. His usual composure, so unshakable, cracked under the weight of the message from Kas. The air seemed heavier, charged with the electricity of his unspoken fears. When he finally opened his eyes, the sharpness in them cut straight to my core.He turned on his heel, his movements sharp and decisive, but the intensity was too much. Panic surged through me, and before I could think, my hand darted out, gripping his arm.“Xavier,” I choked, my voice trembling as I forced the words out. “What are you going to do to Cecilia?”He stopped mid-step. Slowly, he turned back to me, his gaze softening just enough to reveal the anguish beneath.“Kas is arresting her,” he said, each word weighed down with resignation. “She’s being taken to the pack prison. We’ll question her there. I need answers, Hannah—answers we can’t afford to ignore.”My chest tightened, the room seeming to close

HANNAH’S POVCecilia reached for me, her trembling fingers hovering inches from my arm. Her tearful eyes pleaded with me.“Hannah, please.” Her voice cracked like fragile glass. “You have to believe me. I didn’t know. I never imagined—”“Just stop!” I cut her off, my words sharp, though my voice quivered with barely contained emotion. “I believe you, Cecilia. But do you think that makes any of this better? It doesn’t! Vivian is your daughter, and that makes it worse. She tried to kill my son!”Her tears fell freely now, streaking her pale cheeks. Her lips moved, grasping for words that wouldn’t come, but I didn’t want them. Couldn’t hear them. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating. I turned abruptly, leaving her drowning in her silence.In the hallway, Xavier stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a picture of tension waiting to snap. The moment his gaze landed on me, he straightened, his brows knitting together.“What happened?” he asked, his voice tight, coiled l

VIVIAN’S POVThe air seemed to thin as Eva’s words sliced through it, cold and final. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. Surely, she couldn’t mean—“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” My voice cracked, raw with disbelief and desperation. “You’re just going to leave me and my mother to face this? Alone?”Eva’s expression didn’t waver. She leaned casually against her desk, arms folded—the picture of composed indifference. But there was a chill in her eyes that made my stomach twist.“Vivian,” she began, her tone maddeningly calm, “getting involved now would only implicate us further. That would bring trouble—not just for you, but for everyone here. You need to understand that. Running isn’t an option. Alpha Xavier has already tightened security. No one leaves this pack without his say-so.”Her words struck me like a hammer. Panic clawed up my throat, my chest tightening like a vise. My hands trembled, clenched into fists as I struggled to hold myself together.“So that’s

EVA’S POVI arrived at Elijah’s house with my lungs on fire, each breath a ragged scrape in my chest. The cold air bit at my cheeks, but I barely noticed. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, urgency, and a single, unyielding thought: I had to reach him.When the house servant opened the door, I all but stumbled inside. His startled expression barely registered.“Miss Eva—” he started, but I brushed past him without a word, my boots echoing sharply against the marble floor.Elijah’s study was at the far end of the hall, a place I’d walked to countless times but never with this kind of dread pressing down on me. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else as I reached the door. Without hesitation, I shoved it open.The sight before me stopped me mid-step.Elijah sat at the head of a long oak table, his posture as poised and powerful as ever. But it wasn’t just him. Four elders from the pack council surrounded him, their lined faces snapping toward me in perfect, synchronized