All Chapters of Mate Rebound : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Gideons POV~“Winifred, you can’t go to Tyler,” I croaked, my voice weak, my fingers tight around her wrist as she looked down at me, standing next to my bed in the safe house, her green eyes shadowed with remorse. My kidney disease had shrunk me, a shadow of my former self, yet the revelation of the Silver Veil Vessel Trial—a secret that marked Elara since birth—burned more fiercely than fever. The walls of the safehouse appeared to close in around us, and we began to choke on the smell of antiseptic and the presence of fear. The reports from Vellex guards about Silver Veil taking Elara, barely alive from Tyler’s ritual lab, caused a feeling of pain in my chest. My love for Elara, my daughter, was a wildfire, but the guilt of my affair with Rosa years before — a betrayal Winifred never knew about — ate at my bones, destroying the marriage we’d worked to keep patched together through a lifetime of agony.With a wrench she released her hand, her voice shaking, but firm. “Gideon, I have

Julian's POV~I hid behind a decaying log, my body a wreck from the state of how I escaped from Vellex’s cells. My blood dried in the layers between my ribs where Damien had sliced me open, my stolen coat torn to tatters, the burn of silver cuffs still on my wrists locking down the wolf, leaving me only a weak snarl when my strength could have howled. Savire’s encoded message—“ritual needs a sacrifice”—ate at my thoughts, the promise of some vessel’s death, whether Elara or her mystery twin, a grim mystery I could not seem to shake. There were the howls of bloodhounds that sounded close enough to lift my hackles, the war that my pack was waging for my freedom like a wildfire that I had sparked but could no longer control. I was a fugitive being pursued by Vellex, distanced by Roland, my father, his attacks hitting at Vellex and me cowering, weak and chased. The bitterness that washed through my veins, my dream of ruling Bloodhound crumbling beneath a wave of regret—for making Elara in

Elara's POV~I was strapped down next to Jasmine, her sweat-filled auburn hair and the sweat wetting her brown eyes, the fierce look in them diluted by exhaustion and the hum of the Phase Shift ritual of change around us, the tanks mounted in the wall throbbing like an organic heart. Tyler’s runework was living, its carvings on the floor glowing red, a power that pushed into my ribs, stealing my breath. The sight of my twin vessel, Rosa’s death — her body still limp in the corner of the lab, a pool of blood gathering beneath her sacrifice — destroyed me, a wall of disbelief so great it swept my fight out to sea. Bloodhound howls tore through the steel walls of the lab, Roland’s madness a storm in the distance, but in the lab, it was a crucible, and my world ceased to exist beyond the altar, beyond survival. My wolf had been muted by silver and suppressants, a low growl where her fire should have burned, but the flame of my renewed determination, reforged in this second life and kindle

Jasmine's POV~The Silver Veil ritual lab was glowing, its silver vats thrumming like a beast’s pulse, their eerie light casting jagged shadows across the altar where I stood, unbound but trapped, my heart pounding. Elara and Lyra, her twin—a mirror of her hazel eyes and fierce jaw—faced guards beside me, the twins revealed a shock that still rattled my bones.Rosa’s sacrifice, her blood pooling in the lab’s corner, was a raw wound, her death for me a guilt I couldn’t shake. Bloodhound howls shook the walls, Roland’s war raging outside, chaos drowned by the ritual’s deafening hum, its runes flaring red across the floor. “ Your role as “Vessel Secondary,” a chain, my blood a key to the Phase Shift. But my love for Elara— my sister in all but blood— Elara and our mate bond with Cassie were my strength, a fire burning through fear. Silver suppressants dulled my wolf, but I felt her stir, a spark of power, and I vowed to shield Elara and Lyra to honor Rosa, to fight until my last breath.

Damien's POV~Elara, Jasmine, and Lyra—her twin, warrior soul, lay bound to altars, their wrists slashed, silver tubes that pulsed with their blood, the Phase Shift, chaos and symphony of runes and energy. The Bloodhound and Vellex clashed outside, their snarls and steel a thunder that shook the walls, Julian returning and Savire betraying—the bloodline tied to the ritual—had made this a war, a full-blown maelstrom. I would die before she bled. My bond with Caspian, fighting with me, and Jasmine, his mate, was fuel. I turned to him, my lips peeled back, my claws hungry to taste his ichor. “Tyler!” I roared, dropping back, skin raw and blood making paths down my ribs where a guard had grazed me with their blade. His eyes were a glint of gray as he peered over the edge of the balcony—where he hovered, remote in one hand. The hum of the ritual was deafening. I itched to close the distance and tear him apart. Caspian had shifted beside me, blood matted his tawny fur; his knife was ready,