บททั้งหมดของ Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE TYLA Point of View As soon as Jonathan left, I started searching through his desk. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had to find answers. I carefully opened the drawers one by one, making sure not to disturb anything too much. The first drawer had nothing interesting, just some pens and papers. The second one was filled with official documents that didn't mean anything to me. When I opened the third drawer, I froze. There was a document with my father's address on it. Why would Jonathan have this? My hands were shaking as I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped pictures of the document. I flipped through the pages and found more concerning information. There were transaction details that looked suspicious. I continued searching and found more papers. Each one made my stomach sink lower. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Why was the alpha king working with Jonathan suddenly? I hoped it wasn't what I was

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE TYLA Point of View After hanging up the call with Damon, I decided to call my father. My hands were still shaking as I dialed his number. The documents I found in Jonathan's desk kept flashing through my mind. When he answered, I didn't even bother with hello. "How could you?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger. "How could you send those documents to Jonathan?" There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Tyla, what are you talking about?" "Don't pretend you don't know!" I snapped. "I saw the documents in Jonathan's desk. I saw the transaction details from Damon to the hijackers. I saw your address on those papers. Everything is becoming clear to me now." My father sighed heavily. "Tyla, this isn't something we should discuss over the phone." "Then when? When will you explain why you're working with Jonathan? Why you're setting up Damon? Why would you even go ahead and do that without my consent? "Come over for dinner tonight," he said

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE TYLA Point of View I spent hours getting ready for the meeting. I chose my outfit carefully—formal but not too formal. I wanted to blend in, to look like I belonged there. As I applied my makeup, I kept rehearsing what I would say, how I would act. I needed to be convincing. When I was finally ready, I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me. She looked confident, composed. Not at all like the mess I felt inside. Jonathan was waiting for me outside my room. He smiled when he saw me, his eyes lighting up in a way that made my stomach twist with guilt. But I pushed the feeling aside. "You look beautiful," he said, taking my hand. "Thank you," I replied, squeezing his hand. "Ready to go?" He nodded, and we walked together to his car. The drive to the meeting hall was mostly silent. I was lost in my thoughts, trying to prepare myself for what might happen. Jonathan seemed co

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN TYLA Point of View I made it back to the meeting room just in time. Jonathan gave me a questioning look as I slipped into the seat beside him, but I just smiled and whispered that I'd gotten lost. My father was watching me too, his eyes sharp and suspicious. I kept my face neutral, trying not to let my panic show. He also gave me this warning glare. I was sure that he had not forgotten our last conversation so easily. I had threatened to tell the truth if Damon was in danger. I was not sure what I would do with that threat right now. The room was full now. All eight alphas were seated around the large table, along with the elders, betas, and gammas. The air felt heavy with tension. I glanced across at Damon, who had managed to get in without being stopped. Our eyes met briefly before we both looked away. Elder Ramirez stood up and called the meeting to order. I tried to focus on what was being said, but my mind kept drifting back to Damon and our

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE DAMON Point of View I couldn't trust anyone else to clear my name. The accusation that I was working with hijackers had already spread through the packs, poisoning my reputation. If I wanted the truth, I would have to find it myself. My office was quiet as I pored over financial records. I'd been at it for hours, combing through every transaction from the past six months. My eyes burned from staring at my laptop screen, but I couldn't stop. Not when my future depended on what I might find. "This doesn't make any sense," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. According to these records, there had been five separate payments from my business account to an offshore account linked to the hijackers. Large payments. The kind that couldn't be explained away as a mistake. But I hadn't made those payments. I would have remembered transferring that kind of money. I checked the authorization logs. All five transactions had been authorized using my credentials. Someone