บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

EVA’S POV A week had passed since I stood before Alpha Xavier, my voice trembling but steady as I exposed Elder Elijah’s crimes. I had agreed to testify, to ensure justice for the lives he’d destroyed and the trust he’d shattered. But now, as the day of the council meeting loomed, a suffocating dread coiled around my chest, tightening with every breath. Something felt wrong. I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t shake it. The unease clawed at me, a quiet, insistent whisper in the back of my mind: *This won’t end well.* Alpha Coby’s words echoed in my head, his voice steady, his eyes earnest. “We’ll see this through together, Eva.” But where was he now? He avoided me in public, his touch reserved for fleeting moments behind closed doors, his promises hollow. I was a fool to believe him—a pawn in his game, another means to an end. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms as I paced my living room. The walls seemed to close in, the air heavy with the scent of coming rain. My t

HANNAH’S POVThe weight in my chest felt like a stone, dragging with each step I took toward the pack nursery. Jackson’s warmth against me was the only thing keeping me grounded, his tiny breaths steady and reassuring. I turned the corner, lost in thought, and nearly collided with Coby.He froze, his sharp eyes widening for a split second before they dropped to Jackson. Something flickered in his gaze—longing, regret, maybe even guilt. I couldn’t tell.“Can I hold him?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.I hesitated, my arms tightening instinctively around Jackson. But then, I nodded, carefully shifting him into Coby’s arms. The moment Jackson settled against him, Coby’s expression softened, the hard edges of his face melting into something tender. He brushed a finger over Jackson’s cheek, and for a second, I saw it—the ghost of the man I once thought I knew.A group of pack women passed by, their voices a murmur of respect.“Good morning, Luna,” one said, bowing her head sligh

HANNAH’S POVWalking away from Coby felt like tearing a piece of my soul out and leaving it behind. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and jagged, as if the air itself had turned to shards of glass. His confession—"He killed Vivian"—echoed in my mind, a relentless, haunting refrain I couldn’t silence.The words clawed at me, shredding the fragile hope I’d clung to—that somewhere beneath the anger and bitterness, the man I once knew still existed. But he didn’t. He was gone. In his place stood a monster, one who had twisted his guilt into blame and pinned it on Elijah. It shattered something deep inside me, something I didn’t know could break again.My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me toward the pack prison while my thoughts spiraled. “Xavier. I need to find Xavier.” He had to know the truth. But when I arrived, the guards told me he wasn’t there.My stomach dropped like a stone. “Where is my husband? Where is he?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, the edge of pani

ANDREW’S POVThe shock wouldn’t leave me. Alpha Coby—gone. A fugitive. The man I’d once looked up to, the one I’d trusted with my life, had fled. And the reason? He’d killed Vivian. His own wife. The words clawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, like a knife twisting deeper with every breath. Vivian wasn’t perfect—I knew that better than anyone. She could cut you with her words, manipulate with a smile, and leave you questioning your own sanity. But to kill her? That wasn’t the Coby I knew. Or maybe… maybe I’d never known him at all. I sat in the silence of my quarters, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. My head was heavy in my hands, the weight of it all pressing down until I could barely breathe. How had I missed it? How had I not seen the cracks in him? After Vivian’s death, Coby had changed. He’d become distant, cold, like a shadow of the man he once was. I’d told myself it was grief, guilt for not protecting her. But now? Now I wondered if it was som

ELIJAH’S POVI could feel the rage burning inside me—a fire that no amount of medicine or calm words from Beatrice could put out. The humiliation I had endured—being beaten, chained, and accused of crimes I didn’t commit—would never be forgotten.Xavier thought he had won by stripping me of my title, reducing me to nothing more than a common pack member—as if all my years of power and respect were worthless.My fists clenched tight as I paced back and forth later that day at my house. No, I wasn’t going to let this go—not for a second."Eva." That backstabbing bitch. At least she was already dead. If she wasn’t, I would’ve killed her myself. I could almost feel my hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of her for betraying me. But Xavier? He was still breathing. And for that, I’d make sure he suffered.He thought sparing me at the execution grounds was merciful—that stripping me of my title and making me the laughingstock of the pack would be enough to put me in my place. He ha