บททั้งหมดของ Masked Desire: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Avalon's POVI don't wait to hear more of my father's speech. The sight of Jason trapped in that glass prison, the terror in his eyes, the way Ivan is being held back by half a dozen guards—it all crystallizes into one burning certainty. This has to stop. Now.I push back through the crowd, ignoring the whispers and stares that follow me. My feet carry me toward the dormitory with desperate purpose. There's only one person who can end this nightmare, only one person whose confession could free Jason from my father's machinations.Kaelen.The door to his room is still unlocked when I reach it. He's exactly where I left him, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, still pale and shaken from our earlier confrontation. The scattered papers and evidence are still spread across his desk like accusations.He looks up when I enter, his amber eyes widening with fear. "Avalon, I—""Shut up," I snap, pulling the folded paper from my pocket. "Your father asked me to give you this."I

Ivan's POVThe moment Kaelen's words sink in, something snaps inside me. All the rage I've been holding back, all the fury at watching my mate be tortured and humiliated, comes roaring to the surface like a dam bursting under pressure.I break free from the guards holding me—they're so shocked by the confession that their grip has loosened—and I'm moving toward Kaelen before anyone can stop me. My vision goes red, my lycan nature taking complete control as every protective instinct I have screams for blood.This is the bastard who destroyed Jason's life. This is the piece of shit who fabricated evidence, who bribed officials, who sat back and watched while my mate was drugged and caged like an animal. Every lie he told, every false report he filed, every moment of suffering he caused Jason—it all crashes over me in a wave of pure, murderous rage.My fist is already swinging toward Kaelen's face, claws extended, ready to tear his throat out, when Avalon appears between us like a ghost.

Jason's POVEverything feels fuzzy and distant, like I'm watching the world through thick glass while drowning in honey. The drugs they gave me are making it hard to focus, hard to understand what's happening around me. My thoughts feel slow and sticky, like trying to think through molasses.The IV in my arm feels heavy and wrong, a foreign intrusion that makes my skin crawl. I can taste something metallic and bitter on my tongue, and my mouth feels dry as sandpaper. When I try to move, my limbs feel disconnected from my body, like they belong to someone else.But I can hear voices. Familiar voices saying things that don't make sense through the chemical fog in my brain.Kaelen is here. Kaelen is talking, his voice shaking and desperate, saying words that filter through the haze: "I lied... everything was fake... I fabricated evidence..."The words don't compute at first. My drugged mind struggles to process what he's saying, to understand why he would be here, why he would be confess

Kaelen's POVThe supernatural detention facility is nothing like the human prisons I'd imagined from movies. The walls themselves seem to pulse with containment magic, designed specifically to suppress supernatural abilities and prevent escape. I've been here for three weeks now, and every day feels like a year.My cell is small, sterile, and utterly silent except for the hum of magical barriers. No windows, no contact with the outside world except for the guards who bring meals and escort me to the shower block. The isolation is driving me slowly insane, giving me nothing to do but replay every terrible decision that led me here.Jason's face haunts me—the way he looked at me with such disgust and betrayal, the sound of those three slaps echoing in my mind like thunder. Each one deserved, each one a small payment toward a debt I'll never be able to fully repay.The mate bond is still there, a constant ache in my chest that reminds me of what I've lost. I can feel Jason's emotions som

Ivan's POVThe Lycan Territory spreads out before us as our transport crests the final hill, and I feel Jason's sharp intake of breath beside me."It's... incredible," Jason whispers, his eyes wide as he takes in the sheer scale of the fortress. "I've never seen anything like it.""Wait until you see the inside," I tell him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "My father will want to meet you properly. He's heard about what happened at the academy."Jason tenses slightly at the mention of recent events. The trauma is still fresh, still raw, despite the justice that was served. I can feel his anxiety through our bond, the way he's second-guessing himself about coming here with me."Hey," I say softly, turning to face him fully. "You belong here. With me. Don't let anyone make you think otherwise."The massive gates of the stronghold swing open as our transport approaches, guards in traditional Lycan armor snapping to attention. The sight of the banners—a silver moon over crossed swords o