บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

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HANNAH’S POVHis presence was solid and grounding. I leaned back into him, letting my head rest against his chest. His gentle sway back and forth was comforting, like a silent lullaby.For a while, we stayed like that, the quiet hum of the room filling the space between us. Then he turned me to face him, his dark eyes searching mine.“Talk to me,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading.“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice soft but weighted with curiosity.I hesitated for a second, then admitted, “Vivian.”He sighed, and I could see the exhaustion etched in his features.“Is there really no other way to punish her?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Does it have to end with her execution?”Xavier’s jaw tightened, but he held my gaze steadily.“The law of the pack demands justice,” he said firmly. “A life for a life. No exceptions.”I nodded, the sadness in my chest spreading. It wasn’t Vivian’s fate that pained me—I couldn’t muster any sympathy for her—but the t

Xavier’s POVHe stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed in the silence that followed—a seismic rupture in the fragile tension that had held us together. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my eyes fixed on the blank screen. Its faint glow cast shadows on the walls, amplifying the enormity of it all. The weight of betrayal settled over me, heavy and suffocating, as though the air itself had thickened.This wasn’t just about Vivian’s death. No, this was a warning—calculated, precise, and merciless. A blade aimed straight at the heart, designed to draw blood and instill fear in equal measure.But they didn’t know me as well as they thought.They believed I’d crumble, that I’d accept the narrative they’d written. They underestimated me.A creak from the door broke through my spiraling thoughts. I turned sharply to see Kas enter, his shoulders stooped under the weight of something invisible yet tangible. His expression was a storm—grim, his eyes shadowed with

XAVIER’S POVAs Kas and I stepped out of Eva’s house, silence fell between us—heavy and electric, like the air before a storm. I couldn’t shake the image of Eva’s face: pale, defiant, her eyes darting like a trapped animal. She’d insisted she had been home all night, yet the quiver in her voice betrayed her words.“She’s hiding something,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the crunch of gravel beneath our boots.Kas walked beside me, silent at first, his profile rigid. Finally, he glanced my way, his eyes sharp but restrained. “You think she did it?”I sighed, the weight of uncertainty pressing harder. “I don’t know,” I admitted, shaking my head. “But she’s involved. The way she reacted—shaken but not broken—it doesn’t add up. We’re missing something.”Kas didn’t respond. His gaze drifted to the horizon, as if searching for answers among the fading stars.We drove in silence, each lost in our thoughts. The early morning hours were quiet, but my mind was anything but. I couldn’t

Hannah’s POVMy breath caught in my throat as Xavier and I lunged toward her.“Mom!” My voice cracked, panic breaking through my usual composure. I knelt beside her, pressing trembling hands to her shoulders and shaking her gently. “Cecilia, can you hear me?”Xavier was already at her neck, his expression locked in grim determination. His fingertips searched for her pulse.“She’s breathing,” he said, a whisper of relief cutting through his low, firm voice. “Faint, but steady.”I sagged for a fleeting second before urgency yanked me back upright. Xavier didn’t wait—he slid his arms beneath her with careful precision, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. The sight of her limp frame in his arms sent a shiver racing down my spine.I scrambled ahead, fumbling with the car door, my fingers betraying their weakness in the face of fear.“She’ll be okay,” I muttered under my breath, though the words felt hollow—like a desperate plea wrapped in fragile hope.The drive to the hospital was