Semua Bab Mate Rebound : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Elara’s POV~I sat in the quiet corner of the library. Jasmine’s pictures of Tyler’s ledgers glowed on the screen of my laptop, the damning numbers — Silver Veil shipments, liquid silver deals — splayed before me, a map to justice. Among them,  was the most cutting figure of all: Gideon Blackwood, my father, listed as a “problem” to be “neutralized,” dated for weeks before his shooting. It was evidence of Tyler’s betrayal, strong proof amid deceit that had labeled me as a traitor, but it was not sufficient enough. The pack’s whispers—Crimson Fang, spy—still haunted me, and it would take more than paper to clear my name. I was counting on a witness, a confession, a few words of irrefutable testimony to crack Tyler open and pull Dad free of the white, slick grip of the hospital.Jasmine sat at the table across from me, her navy overcoat slumped over the chair, her eyes blearily determined even though I could tell she was scared as hell. “Elara,” she began, so deliberate, “these ledgers

Damien’s POV~I knelt in the shadows of the casino, as I got ready for my counterstrike. Caspian’s caution and the recon I had done within the warehouse had brought me, my ten Vellex werewolves patrolling the alleys, armed with silencers, and silvered blades out from their shadows, set to turn Julian’s trap back on him. I’d come across a Bloodhound ledger last night, which had slipped from a scout’s pocket during a skirmish outside a nightclub close to the back entrance of the casino. Its pages, stained and encoded, were ample evidence that Tyler worked in the silver trade — shipments of liquid silver, payments to Silver Veil, signed with his initials. I had felt rage surging through my veins. Elara was right to suspect him, her senses were sharper than mine and I even though I should’ve listened to my instinct. I sent her a text from the burner phone, my thumbs steady: Stay out of the casino. Tyler’s neck deep with Silver Veil. I’ve got Julian tonight. There was no response, and my

Jasmine’s POV~ The air in the casino ventilation shaft was heavy with dust and the sour bite of bleach. My knees were killing me from crouching, while my palms slipped against the cold metal. Beneath me, I heard my father's voice slice through the murmur of the casino floor -- cold, authoritative, and entirely without regret. “Terminate her tomorrow. Clean. No residue.” My breath hitched. Elara. I had to get out. I backed off, cursing as I heard the vent creaking under my weight. The service exit was only a little farther down—beyond the storage room and left at the broken slot machine. Almost there. Then—footsteps. A beam of torchlight cut through the blackness and froze me in position. “Hey!” A guard’s voice barked. “What the hell are you doing back here?” My chest throbbed against my ribs. Think, Jasmine. Think. I relaxed my body to sag, my eyelids to blink as I staggered on my feet. “Ugh,” I moaned, covering my belly. “Bathroom. Got lost… too many tequila shots.” For emph

Elara's POV~I sat in my room, the air heavy with the scent of old coffee and the tang of fear, my laptop glowing with Tyler’s ledgers of photographic evidence. Phase Reassigned – vessel – Verses of Caspian’s ledger echoed through my mind, like a toxin seeping through my thoughts. Jasmine’s warning — Tyler’s hit was targeting me — clawed at my collarbones, but I was thankful that my parents were still living this reborn life. I was trembling as I closed the laptop, my pulse a frantic drumbeat. I had questions and Caspian had all the answers.Slipping through the stone corridors of Vellex, the force of my suspicions weighed heavily on my ribs. The room was a castle of maps and arms, and Caspian was in the midst of it, a still, gray-eyed figure standing at a table, alert but tired. I banged the door shut and my voice sliced through the quiet. “Caspian, what’s ‘vessel’? The ledger — you know more than you are saying. Tell me, now.”He tensed, jaw muscles clenched, but didn’t turn his eye

Sabrina's POV~The room felt like a cage, the peeling walls closing in as I walked and walked, my nails punching my skin. The air was stagnant, thick with the stench of cheap perfume and my panic. I was trembling: My hands and my stomach were in knots from nerves, and my grip on my phone was tight. Losing Rosa’s journal to Caspian was bad enough, but planting that tracker on Julian’s car had been a desperate shot in the dark, one which could get me exiled if the pack ever found out. The Bloodhound Pack’s disruption—raids that were tearing up Vellex borders, Roland’s threats about Julian’s capture—shrieked in every text alert. I was an idiot to believe I could play Julian’s game and walk out of it clean. I did a poor job of hiding it because I couldn’t stand what I just did to Elara, not because I cared but because of my brother's fury. My heart stuttered, and I could barely breathe as I felt the full weight of my betrayal, of my brother who did not even trust me.I dialed the phone,