All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

HANNAH’S POVWith a quiet hum, I stepped into our bedroom, feeling something I hadn’t in days—lightness. It was fragile, tentative, like the first glimpse of sunlight after a storm, but it was there. A welcome change from the heaviness that had settled in my chest for too long.Laughter floated up from downstairs—Jackson’s high-pitched giggles mixing with Xavier’s deep, teasing voice. I could picture them perfectly: Jackson, all wide eyes and determination, his little legs pumping as he ran, Xavier deliberately holding back just enough to let our son think he was winning.A soft smile pulled at my lips. These moments—these stolen, ordinary joys—were the ones that mattered. They were the anchor when everything else threatened to drift too far.Sighing, I raked my fingers through my hair and decided I had time for a quick shower before joining them. My body ached for the warmth, the release. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes from the dresser and made my way to the bathroom, nudging the d

COBY’S POVI woke up to the faint glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains, my body heavy and my mind a mess. The sheets still smelled like her—Eva. Her perfume lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of what had happened between us last night, of what I’d done.I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair, and stared at the empty space beside me. She was gone, just as I’d planned. But instead of feeling relieved, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.“What the hell am I doing?” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible. I clenched my fists, the weight of my actions pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. Seducing Eva, using her like that—it was a new low, even for me. I’d always told myself I had lines I wouldn’t cross, but after Vivian’s death, I’d leaped over every single one of them.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, my head in my hands. Memories of the night flashed through my mind—h

Eva's POVHis hardness responded instantly, growing under the ministrations of my tongue and lips. The salty taste of him, the smooth, hard texture of his cock against my tongue overwhelmed my senses.I licked from base to tip, the ridge of his head sending shivers through me. Then, I focused on the head, sucking it with a fervor that made him shudder, my lips and cheeks hollowing with each pull."You like this?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, my eyes locked onto his, watching his pupils dilate with pleasure. I continued to stroke him, my hands slick with his excitement, my touch firm yet gentle. "You like how I suck and stroke your cock together?"Coby could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps. A moan spilled from him, vibrating in the air between us.I laughed, the sound deep and throaty, filled with delight at his reaction. The vibration of my chuckle sent ripples through where my mouth still lingered. I kept the pace, watching his face twist with pleasure, his skin flu

XAVIER’S POVThe weight of the reports in my hands felt heavier than usual, the words blurring as my mind wandered. The faint scratch of the pen against paper, the hum of the fireplace—it all faded into the background. My thoughts were a storm, swirling with questions I couldn’t answer.Then, a knock. Sharp. Insistent.I blinked, pulling myself back to the present.“Come in,” I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest.The door creaked open, and one of my guards stepped inside, his head bowed.“Alpha, there’s someone here to see you.”I frowned, setting the papers down. “Who?”“Eva.” His voice was low, cautious. “She says it’s urgent.”Eva.The name alone made my jaw tighten. The last time she’d stood before me, her defiance had been palpable—her answers clipped and evasive. She’d insisted she knew nothing, her loyalty to Elijah as clear as the disdain in her eyes.And now she was here.“Let her in,” I said, leaning back in my chair. My fingers drummed against the

ELIJAH’S POVThe cold stone floor bit into my cheek, its rough surface a cruel reminder of where I was—broken, bleeding, and trapped. My chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, each breath a jagged knife scraping against my ribs. The air was thick with the stench of blood and damp rot, clinging to my throat like a suffocating hand. My shoulder screamed, the deep gashes from Xavier’s claws pulsing with a heat that felt alive, like fire ants gnawing at my flesh. Blood seeped from the wounds, warm and sticky, pooling beneath me. I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding so hard I thought they might crack. Damn him. Damn Xavier and his monstrous strength. I hated this—hated the weakness, the helplessness. My body trembled as I pushed myself up, my palms slipping on the slick stone. The room tilted, darkness creeping into the edges of my vision, but I blinked it away. Weakness wasn’t an option. Not now. Not ever. My mind raced, a storm of anger and suspicion. Someone had betrayed me. So