All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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189: Complications

Eva’s POVI paced the length of Elder Elijah’s study, my arms wrapped around myself like a shield. The air in the room was heavy and oppressive, pressing against my chest until my breaths came shallow and uneven.Every creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet felt deafening in the suffocating silence. My mind churned with dark thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last.What if Vivian broke? What if she told Xavier everything? What if he’s out there right now, ready to tear everything apart?My hands trembled uncontrollably. I gripped the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the polished wood as if its solidity could keep me grounded. It didn’t.My heart thundered in my ears—a relentless drumbeat drowning out reason. For a moment, my vision swam, and the room spun as panic clawed its way up my throat.The sudden creak of the door shattered the silence. I whipped around, nearly stumbling in my haste. Elijah entered, calm as ever, his movements deliberate and composed. The d

Last Updated : 2025-01-08

190: Fifteen -Years Plan

Elijah’s POVAs the door clicked shut behind Eva, I dragged a hand over my face, the weight of frustration pressing into my temples. She was chaos personified—volatile, impulsive, dangerous. A storm barely contained, and I was the fool trying to keep it from breaking loose.I moved to the window, tugging the heavy curtains aside just enough to catch a glimpse of her. She was scurrying down the walkway, her coat flapping like the wings of a frightened bird. She didn’t even glance back. Typical.“Damn it, Eva,” I muttered under my breath, the words bitter on my tongue. If she didn’t keep herself together, it wouldn’t just be her downfall. She’d take me down too.The sharp knock at the door snapped me from my spiraling thoughts. I straightened, smoothing the front of my shirt with deliberate precision before opening it. Beatrice stood there, her expression carved from ice, though the fire in her eyes betrayed her fury.“She’s gone,” she announced, stepping inside without waiting for an i

Last Updated : 2025-01-09

191: Driven By Vengeance

ELIJAH’S POVFifteen years agoIt was mid-summer, a day so vivid in my mind that, even now, it feels like yesterday. The sun hung heavy in the sky, its heat oppressive—though no warmth could touch the chill that settled in my bones when the knock came. The guard’s face was pale, his lips tight, carrying a message he didn’t want to deliver.“Your son, Edward,” he began, voice trembling but firm, “he’s been caught secretly dealing with rogues.”I stared at him, uncomprehending, as though he had spoken in a language I didn’t know. My knees buckled, and the air seemed to grow heavier, sharper. Dealing with rogues. The phrase echoed in my mind, foreign and terrible. It wasn’t possible. Edward was many things—rebellious, headstrong—but this? No.I stumbled into the hall, the guard following at a careful distance, his eyes flickering with something close to pity. My thoughts spun wildly, landing on one man: Louis, the Lycan King. Ruthless and unyielding, yes, but a friend—or so I’d believed.

Last Updated : 2025-01-09

192: When Words Fail

HANNAH’S POVThe dim light in the interrogation room seemed to press down on me, heavy and suffocating, feeding the storm raging in my chest. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms.Across the cold metal table, Vivian sat shackled to a silver chair, right where Cecilia had been just hours ago. Her wrists were bound, the restraints gleaming like cruel ornaments. Yet, she lounged there as though she were on a break—her expression blank, her eyes cold and distant. It was the calm that infuriated me most.“Why?” The word slipped from my lips, low and broken, before I could stop it. My voice wavered, raw with desperation. “Why did you do it? Why did you try to kill my son?”Vivian tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into the faintest smirk. It wasn’t even an effortful smirk—it was lazy, like she barely cared enough to insult me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her tone so cool it felt like a slap. “And honestly, I’m tired of your little dram

Last Updated : 2025-01-10

193: Emotional Breakdown

HANNAH’S POVXavier opened the car door and gestured for me to get in. “Let’s go home,” he said. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”I hesitated but slid into the seat, gripping it tightly as he closed the door behind me.Once inside Xavier’s car, the weight of it all crashed over me like a tidal wave. My chest tightened, and tears spilled before I could stop them—hot and unstoppable.I curled into myself, hands trembling as I pressed my face into them, trying to muffle the sound of my sobs. The memory of what I’d almost done burned behind my eyelids, sharp and vivid.I could still feel the cold fury in my hands, see Vivian’s terrified face, and hear the crackle of my own rage.I hadn’t recognized myself back there. That person—the one who nearly killed her—was someone I didn’t know. Someone capable of murder.But then I thought about Ella—sweet, innocent Ella—who had died the death meant for my son. My Jackson. My precious little boy. The thought clawed at my chest, and all I could se

Last Updated : 2025-01-10

194: Nightmare Continues

HANNAH’S POVTwo days had crawled by since Vivian was thrown into the dungeon, and in all that time, not a single word had escaped her lips. Her silence was oppressive—an unrelenting shadow that loomed over Xavier and Kas as they worked tirelessly to piece together fragments of evidence against her. The weight of it all pressed harder with each passing hour.Meanwhile, Cecilia, her mother, had been released the moment Vivian was detained. Cecilia hadn’t stopped seeking me out since. Each encounter felt like an open wound—her pleas, her grief, her desperate cries. Today was no different.She stood before me now, trembling, her face streaked with tears that never seemed to dry. Her hands clutched at the fabric of her dress as though holding on for dear life.“Please, Hannah,” she sobbed, her voice cracking like brittle glass. “I’m begging you. I know what she’s done is beyond forgiveness, but she’s my only child. I can’t lose her. Please, talk to Xavier. Convince him to show her mercy.”

Last Updated : 2025-01-11

195: Checking In

ANDREW’S POVI moved swiftly through the silent corridors of the pack’s central quarters, my heartbeat hammering a rhythm of disbelief and dread. The air was thick with tension, every breath laced with the acrid bitterness of betrayal. Luna Vivian’s attempt to poison Jackson—Hannah’s innocent boy—was a wildfire consuming every conversation, every corner, every mind.I couldn’t stop replaying the news in my head. Vivian, who always kept her disdain for Hannah simmering just beneath the surface, had sunk to a level I hadn’t thought possible. A child? It was monstrous. My thoughts tangled with questions I couldn’t answer: What was Hannah feeling right now? And Coby—how did one begin to grapple with the truth that their mate had tried to murder their son?As I neared Coby’s quarters, I saw him standing at the door, his back hunched as he fumbled with his keys. His movements were sluggish, deliberate, like he was holding himself together by threads too frayed to last.“Coby,” I called, kee

Last Updated : 2025-01-11

196: Formal Affair

ANDREW’S POVAs I hurried home, the cool breeze kissed my face, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. Meeting Lily’s mother wasn’t just another dinner—it felt like stepping into a spotlight, every move scrutinized, every word weighed.Lily had assured me her mom already liked me, but the stakes were too high for me to believe it without question. I wasn’t just meeting her mother. I was meeting her future. Our future.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I headed straight for the bathroom. Hot water streamed over my shoulders, its soothing warmth unraveling the knots of tension in my muscles—though not in my mind.“Just be yourself,” Lily’s voice echoed in my head, calm and sweet, like a melody I couldn’t stop replaying. But what if myself wasn’t good enough? What if I said the wrong thing or—God forbid—spilled wine on her mother’s favorite tablecloth?Shaking off the thought, I stepped out of the shower, water droplets trailing down my skin as I reached for a t

Last Updated : 2025-01-12

197: I Don't Answer To You

XAVIER’S POVThe lab results left no room for doubt. The poison Coby found at Vivian’s mother’s house wasn’t just similar—it was the exact compound that had taken Ella’s life. My chest tightened as I stared at the report on my phone, the stark clarity of the truth sending a chill through me.Ella had been more than a pack member—she was family, a light snuffed out far too soon. And now, I finally knew who had extinguished that light.Vivian.For a moment, I forced my fingers to type a message to Hannah: It’s confirmed. The poison matches. I’m heading to the prison to confront her. I might be home late.I didn’t wait for a reply. My Lycan stirred, its anger simmering just beneath my skin. It wanted vengeance. So did I.The prison loomed in the distance, its walls stark against the inky night. The heavy clang of the entrance gate echoed in my ears as I pushed through. I barely acknowledged the guards as I walked in. They knew why I was there. Everyone did.When I reached her cell, Vivia

Last Updated : 2025-01-12

198: Three Days Countdown

Xavier’s POVVivian’s smirk was a mask—defiant and cold—but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else: triumph, maybe, or desperation masquerading as confidence. Her voice dripped with mockery, each word slow and deliberate.“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” she said, her tone sweet like poisoned honey. “But perhaps you should start looking a little closer at the people around you. Not everyone’s as loyal as they seem. Not everyone is who they say they are.”Her words crawled under my skin, igniting a low, simmering anger that threatened to boil over. My jaw tightened, and I felt the sharp edges of my teeth grind together.“Enough of your games, Vivian.” My voice was measured, but a tremor of fury crept in. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”Her smirk widened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Oh, but I don’t need to spell it out,” she said with a casual shrug. “Truth has a way of revealing itself. And when it does? Let

Last Updated : 2025-01-13

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