บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

Xavier's POVThe door slammed shut behind Elijah, rattling the walls with the force of his departure. Silence settled in the interrogation room, thick and suffocating.My fists remained clenched, nails digging into my palms, my pulse a relentless drumbeat in my ears. I forced out a slow breath, jaw tightening as I tried to wrestle back control. Losing it—even for a second—wasn’t me.But damn it, hearing him deny everything like that? Seeing that flash of fury in his eyes, that unshaken conviction in his voice? It rattled something deep inside me. Either he was the best liar I’d ever met, or I had made a mistake.I turned back to the table, my gaze locking onto the note—the so-called damning evidence. The slant of the letters, the precise curve of each word—it matched Elijah’s handwriting. But something about it... it felt too perfect. Too clean.Doubt gnawed at me.I wanted this to be the final nail in the coffin. I wanted to walk out of here knowing I had the right man, knowing that

Coby's POVI walked out of Xavier’s office with measured steps, my face a mask of calm. But the moment I turned the corner, my entire body seized with a violent tremor. My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms—sharp and grounding.Damn it all to hell.He knew. Xavier fucking knew the truth. But how?The way he looked at me... No, it was not a vague suspicion. Xavier had looked at me like a blade pressing against flesh—slow, precise, cutting deeper with every second. His voice had been steady, but his words carried weight—deliberate and heavy with unspoken certainty. He wasn’t just fishing. He was baiting me.I forced a slow breath through my nose, but the walls of the packhouse seemed to inch closer, pressing against me, suffocating. The air felt thick, charged with something unseen. I could still feel the weight of his stare on my back, branding me long after I’d left his office.I needed to think. Fast.Shoving open the door to my quarters, I shut it behind me with a sha

EVA'S POVThe door clicked shut with a quiet finality, but I stood frozen, staring at it as if Coby might walk back through any second. My breath hitched, my chest tight. My hands trembled—damn it.I clenched them into fists, pressing my palms hard against the cool, chipped counter. The kitchen felt smaller, like the walls were closing in, trapping me in the echo of his words."Then you’d better hope Elijah never talks."His voice played over and over in my mind—calm, certain—like he already knew how this would end. And maybe he did. Because if Elijah talked—if he told Xavier everything—my name would come up.I wasn’t innocent.I never told Vivian to poison Jackson, but I knew who gave the order. I knew what she planned to do, and I let it happen. I let her get caught. And I told myself it wasn’t my problem.But now? Now it was my problem.I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my temples. Think. I needed to think. If I went to Xavier and told him Elijah gave the order, Elijah

Eva's POVThe gown tore apart in his hands, the delicate silk splitting with a sound that was both sharp and soft—like a secret being revealed. It fell to the floor, pooling around my feet, leaving me bare under his hungry gaze. His eyes burned as they traveled over my body, lingering on my breasts, which rose and fell with each shaky breath I took.My nipples hardened under his stare, aching for his touch, and a shiver of vulnerability ran through me. But then his hands were on me, rough and demanding, and that vulnerability turned into something hotter—something desperate.His fingers dug into my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, twisting them just enough to send sharp, delicious waves of pleasure through me.I moaned, my head falling back, my body arching into his touch. "Fuck, yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. The ache between my legs grew unbearable; my clit throbbed with every tug of his fingers.I reached for his shir

XAVIER'S POVEventually, I forced myself to shut off the water. Drying off quickly, I pulled on a pair of pajama pants, the fabric cool against my damp skin.When I stepped into the bedroom, Hannah was already curled up on the bed, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet room. She looked up, sleep heavy in her gaze, and offered a tired smile.I climbed in beside her without hesitation, wrapping her in my arms. She nestled against me with a sigh, her warmth seeping into me, grounding me. Her scent—wildflowers and something unmistakably her—wrapped around me like a lullaby. My wolf rumbled in satisfaction, his restless energy finally easing.She pressed a lazy kiss to my chest. “You okay now?”I tightened my hold, burying my face in her hair. “I am now.”Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin—a silent comfort, a silent promise.“Then sleep,” she whispered.For the first time in hours, maybe even days, I let my eyes close. The world outside was still spinning, still filled wi