All Chapters of Mate Rebound : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jasmine’s POV~It was the sound of Elara’s shard breaking that scared me. The sky didn't scare me, not even the girl on the throne. But that soft, almost tender sound. And when the mark showed on Elara’s palm, I realized we were never meant to make it out of this. We were supposed to transform. Or burn.Now, the girl who identified herself as the Matron’s heir looked away from us. She didn’t flee. She didn’t vanish. She walked.Back into the black structure. She disappeared down the throne as if through a gate. The wolves, all chained up, followed behind her, their minds lost, their limbs tight.Elara just stood there, looking at her hand as if it had never moved. She’d quit speaking when the mark had appeared. The wind tugged at her hair. Her dress was sprinkled with ash, and her cheeks were almost pale. She didn’t appear to be Elara any longer. She looked like a prophecy. And I hated that.I wanted to reach out. To tell her that we would fight it with her. That there might be a choi

Elara’s POV~I gasped when I saw what she was staring at. Vira’s eyes—those burning, awful red eyes—were gazing at us from the mirror over Jasmine. Not a vision. Not a memory. But here. Present. Watching. Jasmine didn’t seem surprised.“Don’t panic,” she whispered. Her voice was low. As though she were afraid her own emotion might break her.“Jasmine…” I stepped forward, my hand already pulsing with the energy of the shards. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.“I don’t know,” she said in a small voice. “But in here, I don’t feel alone.”The mirror didn’t flicker. The reflection didn’t match Jasmine’s expression — it grinned when she didn’t. Moved when she didn’t.“It’s not just Vira,” Lyra murmured into my back, her voice tight. “It’s part of her, but it’s also been warped. Anchored somewhere else.”We heard Caspian enter the room, his sword coming halfway out. “Get her away from it. Now.”“Don’t!” Jasmine held up a hand. “If you touch me right now, I think she’ll get more.”More?

Elara's POV~The second she disappeared, I ran. The cage didn’t shatter. It just blinked, and the next thing I knew, Jasmine was gone. I brought my palm down onto the floor where she had been. There, the rune was fading fast, like breath on a mirror.“No, no, no—” I jerked, the power surging me towards it, until Damien caught me by the wrist and stopped me inches from burning clear through to the wrist with shard-light, “Wait. “If you strike out blindly now, you will cut the path completely.”“She’s getting further away!” I shouted, my voice raw. “She was right there! We could’ve—”“She was never here,” Lyra said hollowly. “That cage… it was an echo. Like a memory looping. The real Jasmine is still falling.”Winifred was crouched down near the rune already. “It didn’t just transport her. It recalibrated the space itself. The spiral—look.”I turned and saw it. The downward spiral had become an upward one. Not left. Not right. Inward. The blood-light lineaments flickered over the rock.

Elara's POV~ The door was stone.Plain with no runes.No glamour.No protection circle. And that was why it was so terrifying. The Warden pushed the door open, himself, like some unspoken order, and beckoned me through his hand—the aemself’s black-veined hand.“She’s in there?” I asked. “What’s left,” he replied, his voice like falling snow, light but laden with quiet underneath. I took one breath and then walked through. The room wasn’t a room. It was a mirror. Not glass—reflected memory. The walls pulsed with images, twinkling as if frames of a filmstrip laced with pain.Immediately, as I entered, the shard in my chest started burning again. And then I saw her. Jasmine. Bound to a chair of bone and light, her head hanging. Runes danced along her skin. Some glowed. Some flickered. Some were cracked.“Jasmine,” I breathed. She didn’t move but one of the mirrors rippled next to me. It showed an image of her, standing in a field, young, smiling, holding Caspian’s hand. Another flash.

Elara’s POV~I hadn’t known I was bleeding until I looked down and saw the smear across my palm. The edge of the wall rune had cut me as we’d fallen. But I didn’t feel it. I felt nothing but Caspian’s yell.“Get him back!” Jasmine called out, pushing against the spinning children. “He’s not one of them!”But they weren’t listening. The boy who pinned Caspian to the ground held a sharp object, a rune blade, black with lines of burnt runes on either side. She wasn’t older than ten. But her eyes were calm. Still. As if Vira had sucked the terror out of her and replaced it with submission. Lyra jerked herself forward, but the floor twisted — tiles bending themselves into shapes, ancient arrows flaring to life. Her magic sizzled harmlessly at the child.“She’s under manipulation,” Lyra snarled. “The stones are talking to her now.”“Then we tear them up,” Damien spat out. He pulled his sword, splitting the runes, thus loosening the grip of the trap. I groaned wearily, having barely regained