Semua Bab Mate Rebound : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Jasmine’s POV~I was sitting in my dorm, a low, dim light from my desk lamp casting sinister-looking shadows around the room, the USB drive’s betrayal creating a hole in my conscience. I felt less guilty — I’d given some to Elara — but a little part of it remained, a dull ache in my chest. I’d given them evidence that could ruin my father, the one who’d brought me up, the one who’d held my sister when rogues had taken her from us. And when I closed my eyes, he was there in my head, his smiling face finally confrontational, his proud nodding at pack meetings transformed by the files that had tied him to Silver Veil, to liquid silver, to Gideon’s shooting. I felt guilt squeezing my heart, whispering that I betrayed my family, my pack, my blood. But the truth was tearing me apart, a string I couldn’t stop tugging. I was haunted with guilt and this went on for days, affecting how I led my everyday life. Standing by the coffee machine in the campus cafeteria this morning; I’d stood with

Caspian’s POVI was sitting in my truck, the engine running, in an empty lot near the campus, the defector’s words loud and clear. The Bloodhound scout, a wiry kid named Vance, blabbed everything, his voice shaking, when he came to meet me beneath a flickering streetlight. I’d caught him passing intelligence to a Vellex contact, and a fast threat—my fist hovering at his jaw—had him singing. “Julian’s laid an ambush,” he had stammered, sweat breaking on his brow. “Casino loading docks, midnight, tomorrow. They’re going for Damien’s patrol – they’re after him – silencers, five of them. It’s a kill box.” My blood turned cold. Damien was walking into a trap. I drove out of the lot, my tires screeching, my heart thumping, as I drove at breakneck speed to Damian’s office in the night air that cut sharply through my open window.The school’s admin building felt like a trap, its halls dark as I stormed down to Damien’s office, my footsteps cracking the sullen silence. I didn’t even knock on t

Sabrina’s POV:The door to my hostel room was locked, and the thin walls made every creak in the hallway echo. My heart beat frantically like a drum, as Caspian’s words repeated in my head—You're not telling me everything, sis. His watchful gray eyes had been like needles, pushing my disguise away, and now the mask was gone. I paced around the stuffy room, my boots sticking as they touched the dingy carpet, and my hands shaking as I clutched my phone. The smug satisfaction of leaking all of Rosa’s journals to the police, what I wanted all along, was gone now, replaced by a growing fear. Caspian was wise, and if he got his hands on the evidence—of my fake papers, of my connections to Julian, of my involvement in Gideon's attack, I’d lose everything. My brother, my pack, and my chance with Damien.I caught my breath, glancing out the window, half hoping to see Caspian’s shadow striding across the quad outside. I had always been the clever one, making up lies as if they were easy, but hi

Jasmine’s POV~I was crouched in the back room of the casino, my knees against the cold tile, my breath coming in short, ragged pants. Elara was next to me, moving quickly and silently as we dug through files in Dad's office. My heart pounded, every beat felt like a scream to flee, to abandon these foolish plans. I felt a little bit of sweat sliding down my neck while my hands shook as they handled the papers. I was betraying Dad — Elder Tyler, my father, the man who had taught me to ride a bike, who had wept with me when rogues took my sister away. But it had been his secrets, his voice scared me with “Gideon’s daughter is next,” that had brought me here, to this den of lies, with Elara up there, his only target, following a truth that could condemn us both.Our infiltration was a risk, plotted in the park’s shadows, and  it felt like a nightmare to pull off. We had left, Elara’s eyes filled with purpose, mine dulled with fear. She’d gotten uniforms from the casino’s laundry service,

Caspian’s POV~I was in the packhouse war room, filled heavy with tension, Damien’s revenge plan laid out on the oak table as if it were a battle map. His failure to be in the casino’s kill zone had cost lives so I’d heard -- some Vellex scout had eyed the Bloodhound men fleeing, silencers useless without anything to shoot at. Damien’s last-second detour, prompted by my warning of Julian’s trap, had scattered them, but the danger was far from over. Julian’s soldiers were hot on his trail, the search for Damien was never-ending, and I was overburdened by the pack. I was sitting at the head of a long mahogany table in our control room, my white-knuckled hands clenched around its edges as I organized patrols, barking instructions to our lieutenants. “Double the east of the casino. Eyes on every alley. Julian’s desperate now — he’s going to hit hard.” I held my voice steady, but my mind was racing, snagging on Sabrina. She’d been too quiet after our talk at home, her smirks replaced by gu