All Chapters of Mate Rebound : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lyra’s POV~I skimmed my fingers over the torn edge of the ledger, squinting, my heart beating too loud for my liking. Dust settled like ash in the air. The archives in the basement of the Academy were colder than I remembered.The one I was holding bore Sabrina’s sigil.I hadn’t meant to find it. I’d been searching for more information about the Broken Protocol, about something that could help Jasmine. But the words startled me in the instant I saw them.Unstable Assets – Crownless Tier IICategory: Twin-Blooded WerewolvesNotes: Emotionally sensitive. Bond dependent. Highly sensitive to loss and isolation. Best used during pair assignments or mission partners. Breaks easily under prolonged stress. Recover slowly. Great for ritual channels. See the attached name log.Subject 03L: Lyra Vale.My throat closed.I read it twice, wondering if I had read the name wrong. But it was mine. There, in this tasteful paper, to have me shoved like I were an item. A warning label.Not because I was

Damien’s POV~Some memories live in your blood. They’re always out there… no matter how far you run, no matter how many lifetimes you rule, they’ll wait for you. Sleeping.Until they wake.And tonight, something woke them.It started just after midnight. I’d been pacing again, unable to sleep. The air was too calm, the fire too hot, the echoes of Elara’s feet haunting my ears for hours past.I wanted to see her again.But I didn’t deserve more of her time. Not yet.So I wandered.And then, as if a string that was pulling through my chest got tightened, I felt it.A pulse.Soft. Measured.A rune.It didn’t scream. It didn’t flare. It called.Not by name.But by memory.I followed it.Through the pines and winter-burnt underbrush, beyond the still creek that had served as the boundary for the wards of the camp. It should’ve been dead ground—untouched. But the trees here were older. Curved as though they’d grown out to escape something.That’s when I saw it.A mark.Barely visible near t

Elara’s POV~Cressida was in the hallway as if she’d never left it — as if she’d merely been waiting for what felt like years now, for the walls to remember her name, for the air to mold itself back into place around her body.She looked far from angry.That would’ve been easier.Rage could be fought.But this... this was worse.She smiled at Damien, and there was sorrow carved into her smile. “You’re the one who left me,” she said, again in a whisper.And Damien couldn’t speak.His mouth opened.Closed.A step forward—then he froze.I stepped in front of him.Her eyes flicked to me.They had the same deep glow of red that bubbled in Jasmine’s rune when she slipped control. But Cressida’s weren’t fraying. They weren’t flickering. They were focused.Damien found his voice. “You died.”“I did,” she said. “And you let me.”No one moved.No one breathed.I heard Jasmine whisper behind me, "She's stable now."Caspian nodded grimly. “And she’s reading us.”I knew that too. I felt it.The sl

Jasmine’s POV~I didn’t know what living was until I saw someone made to replace me.She did not hesitate when the override protocol activated. She didn’t scream. Didn’t struggle. She accepted it. As if the command had been waiting there all along, under her skin.And now … she regarded me as if I were a lie.“You’re not my enemy,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my hands shook at my side.Vira cocked her head, the gold light in her veins throbbing like a second pulse.“You’re obsolete,” she said softly.The words weren’t hers. They were pumped into her scripts, sewn into her brain.But they still cut.Behind me, Caspian moved. I blindly put a hand out to prevent him. “Don’t.”“She’ll kill you,” he hissed.“She doesn’t want to. Not yet.” I stared into Vira’s eyes. “She doesn’t even know what she’s doing.”She heard Lyra mutter from the edge of the damaged chamber, “If we don’t snap the trigger, she’s going to kill herself — and take us down with her.”Vira blinked but d

Elara’s POV~The envelope still reeked of old blood and dust. I flipped it over once more, my thumb sliding over the wax seal that had been opened. The last word wasn't one meant to be found easily, and a second piece of parchment had been tucked behind Sabrina's final instructions. And it hadn’t been sent to me by name. To Elara: The Rememberer of Death.That was me. The handwriting was shaky, rushed. But the message was precise. “The Warden still breathes. Want the truth about Damien? Follow the map. Ask him what was stolen the night he was reborn. What he gave up. And what Sabrina stole. But beware, Elara. The workers of the deep do not slumber beneath the Warden’s boots. They listen.”For two days, I did not tell anyone about the message. Not that I didn’t trust them — but because I was afraid I might already know what it meant. The Warden. No one had said that name aloud when Sabrina had been alive. She talked of him cautiously and in half sentences. He was her shadow — the maste