Semua Bab Abandoned By My Mate : Bab 101 - Bab 110

She resisted the temptation to look too eager as she heard the words from his lips. This could be what she had been waiting for, what she had been searching for without realizing it.Blackwood paused, didn’t speak immediately, instead, he just sat there, staring at her with a fixed, unreadable expression. His eyes were sharp, as if he were rethinking whether or not to share what weighed on his mind. He looked unconvinced, like he was calculating the risks of revealing too much.Eliana held her composure, keeping her legs crossed neatly and her hands folded carefully in her lap. She tried to look respectful, calm, and as relaxed as possible, anything that might push him into continuing.Finally, Blackwood leaned forward, almost like she shrugged inside him. “There’s a greater evil growing,” he said. “One no one in the Pack can see coming, and when it finally does come, it will wipe away everyone and everything. It will take them all by surprise.”Eliana blinked, her confusion showing

It was the most precious item in the Pack, a symbol of authority held by every Alpha in their time. Its value and importance had no measurement. It was the last thing any of them would want stolen in their time.The inner vault stood open, dark and empty, just the pod that sat bare in the middle. Jace’s eyes lingered on the empty space, his chest rising and falling in a heavy manner.Gabriel broke the silence first, speaking with a low, strained voice. “How is this possible?”Jace didn’t look at him. “I don’t have an idea.” It almost looked like he wasn't speaking to him. Jace stepped closer to the pod, his fingers brushing the cold steel frame. “But whoever did this wasn’t just swooping around. He or she knew exactly what he or she wanted, and came straight for it.”Gabriel’s jaw tightened. “Then what do we do now?”For a long moment, Jace didn’t answer. The silence remained till it grew heavy, then finally, he turned, his eyes burning with determination. “Have there been any record

He could barely stand her presence, not to mention looking her in the eyes. The very air between them felt poisoned, it was why Jace had emptied the room, so she could retain what little dignity she still had left. Right there before him, Stephanie lay broken on her knees. He couldn't help but feel that dignity was an honour she didn't deserve.Jace’s voice broke the silence first. “What do you feel you can say right now that would make up for what you’ve done? What words could possibly erase the betrayal of the trust I placed in you?”Stephanie’s shoulders trembled as sobs slipped out. “I never meant for it to get this far, I swear, this was never my intention.”Jace’s laugh was hollow, filled with bitterness. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing at her. “Your intention? Enlighten me, Stephanie. What exactly was your intention?”She swallowed, her voice now soft and choked. “I only did this to help you.”“Help me?” Jace snapped, cutting her off with anger. His voice rose,

This was the first time in what felt like an eternity that a genuine smile touched her lips. Stephanie’s chest rose and fell with a new kind of energy, something lighter, steadier, filled with something she hadn’t tasted in a long while. Hope, tiny, yes, but real. If everything went her way, this was her moment to finally set things right.She pushed herself off the floor quickly, though her knees felt slightly weak from the long period of kneeling. Gabriel was already there, stepping closer and offering his hand without hesitation. She accepted it, his grip firm as he lifted her up. She brushed her palms against her dress, dusting off the marks from the floor, then turned her eyes toward Jace.Her voice was steadier than her body looked. “Invite Blackwood to the outskirts of town.”Jace’s brow furrowed, and he tilted his head as if weighing his options, but his silence urged her on. She took a few quick steps toward a nearby table, picked up a sheet of paper, and began scribbling

He barely reacted that way to his people, he always had a smile on his face or a laid-back character on his shoulders. This side of Blackwood was one they didn’t know all too well.The messenger scrambled to his feet so quickly that he collided with the edge of the table, and papers shook and fell to the floor. Flustered, he bent to pick it up, set it straight, and then nearly tripped over the chair in his haste to leave. "I'm sorry, my Lord," he muttered under his breath as he set the chair right too, then fled, closing the door behind him with more force than he meant.Silence returned in the large room. Blackwood shook his head slowly, one hand covering part of his face as the pain lingered in his eyes, but anger remained buried inside there too. His voice was barely above a whisper as he muttered, “How much longer can I do this?”As though to answer him, a knock came again. Blackwood exhaled, reluctant, but raised his voice with a low shout, “Come in.”The door opened slowly, an