All Chapters of Mate Rebound : Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Lyras POV-The Vellex safehouse was a hollow shelter, its weathered timber walls complaining against the press of one more frost-ridden night, the air heavy with the sharp bite of pine and the copper scent of blood that marked itself on each of us. Raw and stinging from the Silver Veil’s raw cuffs, the silver cuffs had burned my wrists, reminding me cruelly of the horrors of the ritual lab. My hazel eyes glinted with that restless glow of my awakened wolf, the power humming in perfect synchrony with Elara’s, the power of my twin, my mirror, the sister I’d only just found but would slay anyone who looked at her wrong until the day I died. She lay on the opposite end of the claustrophobic chamber, her tangled auburn hair covering her pretty face, relaxed in slumber, chest rising and falling, in a silence I was desperately craving. Jasmine lay on another cot not far away, her side bound up tight and her breathing shallow, even and courageous, her action to give us a chance by dragging us

Roland's POV-Kneeling next to him, my son, Julian, his thin face barely visible in the wavering light from a nearby fire, his chest rising in painful, shallow breaths, I saw blood soaking through the bandages that I'd bound around the silver blade wound that wouldn't close in his inner thigh. The burning-out of Silver Veil’s ritual lab had emptied my pack, fifty wolves gone in a flash of fire and steel, their absence an open wound in my soul, but Julian—my heir, my blood—was the deepest scar, a grief to cut sharper than any claw. He had betrayed us, taking the runed dagger and ruining the ritual, otherwise, he would’ve been a traitor in my eyes, and still, he lay broken, barely alive, and if need be... I gave up my heartbeat to have him alive. The Alpha’s primal stench, a power orchestrated by Elara and Lyra’s shared blood, clung to Vellex’s frost-encrusted woods, a menace that clenched my hand around my belt knife, its chill steel tethering me. Elara and Damien's hushed unity, smoot

Sabrina's POV~I ducked behind a supply crate, my heart pounding against my ribcage, the sweat making my black hair stick to my face, my green eyes darting around the periphery of the patrol, looking for an opening. I was the Phase Catalyst, a secret Silver Veil that had burned into my skin over years of manipulation, a chain I loathed, a truth that would unlock the Alpha’s true power if they pushed me too far, a weapon — a weapon I would never let them wield. I’d betrayed Caspian, a decision that followed me, a blemish I could not cleanse. But Elara and Damien’s burgeoning faith in each other, chiseled out in the silences of the Vellex safehouse — their fingertips grazing, their eyes forging unspoken promises — ignited such a fierce yearning for redemption in my chest that it burned its way through my shame. Their love, a constant in the maelstrom that brewed in the Alpha’s rise, was a beacon I grasped, the hope I might find redemption, that I might save Elara, the vessel that I had

Damien's POV~I held Elara’s hand, her skin was warm on my rough palm, a rope to reality in the cold, her hazel eyes meeting mine and her trust meeting me, winding our mate bond that grew much deeper, a flame that raged steady and true in the threatening dark. Her hair was auburn, long and wind tousled, strands loose around her face, her breath freezing in the bitter cold air, her bravery a light that steadied me, that held me down in a world falling apart. The Alpha’s very presence—savage, primal, a creature spawned from Elara and Lyra’s twin blood—lurked within these trees, and its clawed spoor scored the snow in front of us, driving us inexorably into a snare I sensed in my very bones. Lyra’s low struggle against the assassin who wore his Silver Veil, her chilling words to me about what her sacrifice could unleash, lingered in my ears, in my thoughts, a reprimand that put an edge on my senses, but it was Elara whom I centered on, Elara my everything. I loved her, and that vow was l