The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Reborn のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sophia's POVThe morning after Thorne's arrest, I woke up exhausted.My throat still stung where his knife had cut me. The wound had healed, but the memory remained sharp.Ethan was already awake. Sitting at the desk in our room. Papers spread everywhere."How long have you been up?" I asked.He looked over. "A few hours. Couldn't sleep."I got out of bed and walked to him. Wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind. "You should rest.""So should you," he said. He covered my hands with his. "But we both know that's not happening."He was right.I pulled up a chair beside him. I looked at the papers. Bank statements. Letters. Photographs. All the evidence we'd collected against Thorne."Is it enough?" I asked."More than enough," Ethan said. "Thorne's connections to the witch coven. The payments. The letter to Lila. It's all here."I picked up one of the bank statements. Traced the highlighted transactions. Thousands of gold pieces. Sent to offshore accounts."How did we miss thi

Lila's POVTwo weeks.I had two weeks left before the suppression potion wore off.Two weeks before my witch form would be visible again. Before Violet's serum would work. Before everyone could see what I really was.I sat in my room. Alone. Staring at the calendar on my phone.Fourteen days. That was all I had.I should have left already. Should have disappeared the moment Thorne was arrested.But I couldn't. Not yet.Because if I ran now, Marcus would be alone. And a desperate Marcus was a dangerous Marcus. He might tell the Alliance everything just to save himself.No. I needed to stay. Needed to make sure he kept his mouth shut.And I needed to eliminate the real threat.Sophia.As long as she was alive, as long as she could testify at that Alliance meeting, neither Marcus nor I were safe.So Sophia had to die.Simple as that.I pulled out my phone. Opened the encrypted messaging app. Typed quickly."I need help. Urgent."The response came within seconds."We're listening."I smil

Sophia's POVThe jewelry shop was quiet.I sat at my workbench. Sketching new designs. Trying to focus on something other than the Alliance meeting looming in less than two weeks.The afternoon sun streamed through the windows. Cast gold light across my workspace.I was alone. Just me and my designs. The way I liked it.My phone buzzed. A text from Ethan."How's work going?"I smiled. Typed back. "Good. Peaceful. I needed this.""Want me to come by?""No. I'm fine. See you at home later.""Be safe. Love you.""Love you too."I set my phone down. Picked up my pencil again.The design I was working on was intricate. A bracelet with interlocking pieces. Each one represents strength. Unity. Survival.Things I'd learned over the past months.The bell above the door chimed.I looked up. A woman walked in.She was tall. Elegant. Dark hair pulled back in a severe bun. Sharp features. Cold eyes.Something about her made my skin prickle."Welcome," I said. Setting down my pencil. "Can I help yo

Marcus's POVI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the Alliance. I saw them judging me. Stripping my title. Throwing me in prison.Or worse.I sat at my desk. Staring at nothing. The office was dark except for one lamp.It was past midnight. The palace was quiet.But my mind wouldn't shut off.Thorne was in prison. The witch who went after Sophia had been captured and killed herself. The evidence against me was piling up.I was running out of options. Running out of time.A knock on the door made me jump."Come in," I said.Lila walked in. She looked calm. Too calm. Like she wasn't worried at all."Can't sleep?" she asked."Obviously not," I said.She closed the door behind her. I walked to my desk. Sat down across from me."We need to talk," she said."About what?" I asked."About survival," Lila said simply. "About what we're going to do to save ourselves.""There's nothing we can do," I said. My voice came out defeated. "They have evidence. Witnesses. Everything they

Violet's POVI stood outside Max's door for ten minutes.Just standing there. Staring at the wood. My hand raised to knock. But I couldn't make myself do it.What would I even say? Sorry for pushing you away? Sorry for being a coward?"He deserves better than this," I muttered to myself."Then give him better," a voice in my head said. My conscience. Or maybe just common sense.I took a breath. Knocked.Footsteps. Then the door opened.Max stood there. His gray eyes widened when he saw me. "Violet.""Hi," I said. My voice came out small.We stared at each other for a moment."Can I come in?" I asked.Max hesitated. Then stepped aside. "Yeah. Sure."I walked into his room. It was neat. Organized. Very Max.He closed the door behind me. Leaned against it. Arms crossed. Waiting."I'm sorry," I said. The words rushed out. "I'm sorry for pushing you away. For making everything so difficult. For hurting you."Max didn't respond immediately. Just watched me."I know I've been unfair," I cont