บททั้งหมดของ Saving My Rejected Mate: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Aria’s POV After the speech ended, I barely had time to take a breath before the room filled with excited energy.  The students were buzzing with excitement, voices overlapping, hands already lifting into the air, eyes bright with curiosity. Their teachers exchanged glances before one of them approached Sam and politely requested a short question-and-answer session. Only a handful of students would join, they said, while the others were free to roam the museum and explore the exhibits. Sam prepared a small adjoining room nearby. It was cozy and intentionally informal, low sofas arranged in a circle, colorful bean bags scattered across the floor, a setting that felt less like an interrogation and more like a conversation.  

Mason’s POV A smirk tugged at my lips the moment Aria asked the question. I could tell by the crease between her brows that she was already running through possibilities, thinking ten steps ahead the way she always did.  To her, this wasn’t a small matter; it was the future of an entire pack. And even though that pack betrayed her, there are still people in there that truly cared for her, and she cared for. To me? It was already half-solved. “I might already have the perfect candidate in mind,” I said casually, leaning back, letting the confidence in my voice speak for itself. “I just need to convince him.”

Mason’s POV The nurse led us down the quiet corridor of the VIP floor. The lighting was warmer here, dimmed just enough to feel less like a hospital and more like a place where important people waited for miracles. Room 803. I memorized the number as if it mattered, as if knowing it by heart would somehow anchor my father to this world. “This is the suite,” the nurse said gently, sliding her keycard and pushing the door open. “We’ll move your father in shortly. He’s still finishing his IV round.” I nodded. “Thank you.” She hesitated, her gaze fl

Mason’s POV The room was still trembling from what I had done to Quinn. Not the walls but the people and the air itself. It carried the residue of magic, of fear, of truth dragged violently into the light. My claws were still out, stained with Quinn’s blood, my wolf pacing beneath my skin like a caged beast that had tasted blood and wanted more. And then I looked at Daxton. Pinned to the floor by Samantha’s unyielding strength, his chest heaved violently, eyes wide, not with anger now, not even defiance, but with terror. Raw, naked terror. That was when I knew. Guilt does not smel

Mason’s POV It was almost midnight when they transferred my father to his VIP suite. The hallway lights were dimmer now, the hospital quieter, no frantic footsteps, no shouted orders, just the soft murmur of nurses changing shifts. My IV had just finished dripping its last drop into my veins.  Dr. Murphy removed the line himself, giving me a look that said, ‘Don’t push your limits again tonight,’ but he didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t need to; it was written all over his face. I already felt hollowed out. Not weak, never that, but stripped bare. As if every wall I had built over the years had finally collapsed, lea