บททั้งหมดของ Mate Rebound : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Elara's POV~ The Silver Veil ritual altar was a crucible of searing light and pain, the molten silver tubes in my veins burning like wildfire, my wrists raw and bleeding as I lay bound, my glowing hazel eyes locked with Lyra’s, my twin—a mirror of my face, my fire—her own eyes blazing with a wolf’s awakening power. Tyler’s words—“the twins are the Alpha’s rebirth”—echoed in the lab, a chilling prophecy that shook me to my core, the Phase Shift ritual’s hum a deafening pulse, its runes flaring red across the concrete floor. Jasmine stood beside me, bloodied but defiant, her auburn hair matted, her brown eyes fierce, her knife clutched tight from a fallen guard. Bloodhound raids battered the lab’s steel walls, Roland’s war chaos that trembled through the ground, but here, the ritual was a living beast, its vats roaring, my blood—our blood—fueling a transformation I barely understood. My wolf surged, no longer dulled by silver suppressants, a fierce synergy with Lyra’s awakening power, a

Caspian's POV~I struggled side by side with Damien, my tawny wolf’s coat shiny with blood, my claws raking the throat of one of the Silver Veil guards, and blood spraying across the glowing carvings and runes in the ground, their crimson beat powering the Phase Shift. Jasmine's capture, tied to an altar with Elara and Lyra - Elara's twin, an abomination came into being too suddenly, a fissure that cracked through my reality - drove a spike of desperate aching through my heart, my mate bond with Jasmine seething in my blood, begging me to save her, to have her in my arms again. Savire’s betrayal, to be so blood-cursed that his lineage was woven into the Alpha of the ritual, was a wound that bled as freely as the lacerations near my rib cage, my father’s lie a deception that sliced deeper than any knife. The hum of the ritual was a living thing, buzzing with energy, the twins’ glowing eyes an indication that it was coming to life, Tyler’s taunting admonition that we were “birthing the

Julian's POV~As I fought, my body was a wreck but I would not give in, the Silver Veil ritual lab was all madness and a furnace, the pools of molten silver churned like some untamed beast, their blaze so white and searing it seared my sight as I fought beside my father. Blood leaked from a cut in my side, a guard’s claw piercing, my breath heaving in ragged gasps as I struggled to breathe through the pain that would otherwise have dragged me under. The discovery of Elara’s twin, Lyra, and the fact I’d played this strong-willed, independent twin only to play her again as a vessel in the Phase Shift ritual—a truth Tyler had thrown at us like some taunt—had crushed my carefully crafted aspirations, my fate, like hers, marked in blood to be offered as a sacrifice, a pawn in Silver Veil’s game. Bloodhound and Vellex wolves fought each other around us, their howls and the crash of steel reverberated through the concrete walls of the lab, Roland’s war for my freedom was a storm I’d sparked

Damien's POV~I was in the center of the storm, my black wolf soul coated in blood, the silver bullet wound in my side an ever-painful fire I’d never been able to fully extinguish and my claws twitching to slash through anything that stood between me and Elara, my mate, the anchor of my heart. She was pinned to the altar in the middle, wrists torn to shreds and dripping blood, silver tubes glistening with the core of her life, Lyra—my twin, a reflection of me and yet not, a fact that still made me shudder—there beside her, expressions unwavering, gaze blazing with stubbornness. This, Julian’s collapse a step away, his blood pooling from a silver blade’s gouge, and Roland’s savage confrontation with Savire- it made the madness worse, the lab a slaughterhouse of clashing men, steel and screams. My love for Elara was a wildfire that raged, fierce and fevered, raging through my pain and scarring of my past—killing her in another life, a sin that plagued my every breath and drove me to do

Jasmine's POV~I fought in the thick of it, my knife pinning a guard to the wall, my bones broken, my muscles screaming at the effort of staying alive. Elara and Lyra were flanked on the central altar, twin wolf power surging as one and blinding, their hazel eyes glowing, hopeful and dangerous, their blood being pumped through silver tubes and powering the crimson runes of the Phase Shift ritual as they throbbed like a living, breathing heart across the cylinder. Julian’s collapse not far away, fallen and blood spreading out of a silver-bladed gash, Julian against the Bloodhound and their enemy’s Vellex wolves there at the frantic vibration of the lab on its nearly splintering foundation shivered the danger to a crisis. The fear clawing in my chest lit a wildfire in my heart, a love for Elara, my sister in all but blood, a fire to rival the sun, and her courage was my anchor. My mate bond with Caspian, wherever he was fighting in this mess, was a throb that held me upright, a promise