Semua Bab My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Bab 271 - Bab 280

ANDREW’S POV The cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to me like a second skin as I burst into the open. My chest heaved, not just from running, but from the raw, unrelenting fury burning in my veins. Beatrice was gone—her lifeless body left behind in that cursed cell—but Elijah… Elijah was still out there. And he would pay. I shifted into my wolf form, my paws pounding against the earth as I raced toward the main house. The guards and servants scattered like leaves in the wind, their shouts fading into the background. They weren’t my concern. My focus was singular, unyielding: find Elijah. Make him suffer. Make him regret digging his claws into what was mine. But as I tore through the forest, my wolf’s instincts sharp and unerring, I collided with a force that stopped me dead in my tracks. Alpha Xavier and his men stood before me, their presence commanding and unshakable. Xavier’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, and I shifted back into my human form, my body trembling with a mix

ELIJAH’S POV The hospital’s sterile air clung to my skin as I left Hannah behind, her words echoing in my mind like a death knell. Xavier wasn’t a man who forgave, and his wrath would be a storm I couldn’t outrun. But I couldn’t think about that now. Andrew was the priority. Finish him, then vanish before Xavier’s claws could find me. I hurried home, my heart pounding like a war drum. The streets blurred as I drove, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. Beatrice. She didn’t know how close we were to the edge. She didn’t know how much danger we were in. As I neared my home, my lycan stirred uneasily, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Something felt... off. The ache in my chest wasn’t just fear—it was something deeper, something close to dread. When I pulled up to the house, the silence hit me like never before. There were no guards. No servants. Just an eerie stillness that made my skin crawl. My lycan’s growl turned into a whine, a sound I hadn’t heard in years. “Beatrice

XAVIER’S POV The next morning, I sat with Hannah and Jackson in the living room. Jackson’s laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but it felt distant, as though I were hearing it through water. My mind kept circling back to Elijah—the fire, the chaos, the way he’d vanished like smoke. I wanted to believe he was gone, but something in my gut twisted, whispering that he wasn’t done. Not yet. Knowing Elijah, he was probably somewhere buying time, waiting to strike again when we least expected. “Daddy, look!” Jackson’s voice broke through my thoughts. He held up a crooked drawing of what looked like a wolf—or maybe a dog. His little hands were smudged with crayon, his face beaming with pride. I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “That’s amazing, buddy. Is that me?” He nodded vigorously. “Yeah! And that’s Mommy, and that’s me!” He pointed to three stick figures standing beside the wolf. My chest tightened. He had no idea how fragile this peace was, how close we were to losing it

Lily’s POVThe day had finally come. The sterile white walls of the hospital, the beeping machines, the faint smell of antiseptic—it was all behind me now. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the thin mattress, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I was free. But freedom felt fragile, like a bubble I was afraid to pop.My husband was there, as he always was. His broad shoulders moved with quiet purpose as he packed my things—a sweater I’d barely worn, a book I’d never finished, the cards and flowers that had brightened the room. His hands were careful, almost reverent, as if each item held a piece of me.“You know,” I said, my voice light but trembling, “I’m not made of glass, Andrew. I can help.”He paused, his eyes lifting to meet mine. They were dark, intense, but softened by something I couldn’t quite name. “You’re not lifting a finger,” he said, his tone firm but gentle. “Not until we’re home.”I wanted to argue, to tell him I wasn’t helpless, but the words

LILY’S POVI turned away, trying to busy and distract myself from going down that dark path again, but I couldn’t help it. The very thought that Elijah was still out there sent a shiver down my spine. Still, I refused to let the fear take hold.I didn’t want to dwell on it—didn’t want to give that monster any more power over me than he already had. But the truth was, it terrified me to know he was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.Yet, having Andrew by my side was enough to keep me calm. I knew my husband would never let anything bad happen to me—not if he could help it. His love and protection were my anchors, and I clung to them tightly.I walked over to him, my steps quiet but purposeful, and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I buried my face into his back, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent—warm, earthy, and uniquely his. It calmed my Lycan instantly, the tension in my body melting away as I held him tightly.Andrew p