Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Alpha Heir’s: Bab 51 - Bab 60

“Actually… it was over a mate. Or so we heard”“Mate?” George blinked twice as though Mr. Brown had spoken in a foreign language. His rectangular glasses slipped down his nose, and he pushed them back up with his finger, a small scoff leaving his lips. “That is ridiculous,” he said, letting out a dry, dismissive laugh as if the statement had been meant as a joke.But the three of them across the table did not laugh. Mr. Brown looked uncertain whereas the elders kept their expressions serious and indifferent, frowning even. George's dry chuckle died down in his throat. He glanced sideways at Rollins whose head remained bowed, his shoulders tensed up. Archie, on the other hand, sat beside him, his posture straight but also tense.Elder Rowan was the first to speak. His tone was blunt, stern, and carried the weight of decades of responsibility. “A mate,” he repeated, his frown refusing to soften. “Not teenagers, are you? Yet your behavior makes it very difficult to distinguish you from

Jacob’s expression didn’t just shift.…it snapped. One moment he looked irritated and guarded. Next, his eyes blew wide open, all color draining from his face as if Piper had punched the breath out of him.He looked like something had exploded in his chest.Instantly, his gaze darted around the library in a frantic sweep, checking every corner, every table, and every shadow. Afterwards, he leaned closer across the desk.“H-how do you know about that? The Bane?” Jacob whispered, the urgency in his tone sharp enough to cut the air. It wasn’t annoyance anymore, it was panic. Real panic. As though Piper had spoken a forbidden curse aloud in a holy place.His reaction startled her, but she straightened herself. “That’s not important,” she said back. “What matters is what Kris plans to do with it. I need to know. What does he want with Elsa?”Immediately, Jacob leaned back, pursing his lips. Piper saw it clearly, his fear was deeper than she had realized.She softened her voice. “Jacob… I k

Piper's eyes studied Kristopher's movements closely. He backed away, running his fingers through his hair, his gaze turning distant as he reminisced about what happened. “Elsa and I…” he began, his voice low and brittle. Then he paused and exhaled as if the words were too heavy to let out in one breath. “We were mates.”For a second, Piper zoned out. Then blinked. Mates? The words hit her harder than she expected. Shock pulled her brows together. Elsa and Kris? Mates? She would have never guessedHe wasn’t finished. “At least… we were.”“What happened?” Piper asked quietly, her interest genuinely piqued. Kristopher took a few more slow steps back until his shoulders pressed lightly against the opposite wall. He leaned there, almost lazily, but his eyes were storming.“We were sure we would end up together,” he said. “We were fated mates after all, since high school. Everyone knew. We knew.” His voice softened for a moment, like recalling a life that never truly belonged to him. “Bu

Rollins spun around just in time to catch the helmet flung at him. It was Levi, grinning like he always did, wide and mischievous.“Tough game on Saturday, huh?” Levi asked, running his fingers through his brown bedhead hair.Rollins chuckled. “Hopefully they are exactly as Coach described, sloppy and slow.”“Highly doubt that,” Levi replied, snorting. “The Westerners are good, man. Like, really good. But hey—” his gaze shifted instinctively toward Archie, who was adjusting his gear, “we’ve got better hands on our side. And those babes cheering us on?” Levi smirked. “I might just score a hat-trick.”“Alright boys!” Coach’s voice boomed, filled with renergy. “I’ve been pushing you hard the past few days and for good reason. This Saturday?” He pointed toward the far end of the rink, as if the Western team stood right there. “We’re going to crush it. Not to play well, not to survive. We're going to crush. It.”The team erupted into applause and hype noises. Sticks smacked against the ic

“R-right now?” Piper stuttered, her voice catching in her throat as she instinctively turned and threw a helpless, pleading look toward Ember.Cecil paused and slowly lowered herself back into her seat. The sudden excitement in her posture drained away, replaced by uncertainty. Her fingers twisted together in her lap. “I–Isn’t it okay?” she asked quietly. “You don’t want to do it?” Her voice softened, raw with disappointment she tried and failed to hide.“What? No, not at all,” Piper said quickly, springing to her feet without hesitation. “W–we can ask him right now.” She forced a gentle smile onto her face.Ember immediately saw through it.She tilted her head, unimpressed, but said nothing as Cecil’s face brightened again. Cecil stood up with renewed determination, her shoulders squaring as though she had just made a very important decision.They headed down the hallway together.Cecil walked a few steps ahead of them, her pace was light, almost buoyant, but her hands were clenched