PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

MAX'S POV I tracked the direction signal until it just died out at the east perimeter wall. Same maintenance fence that got cut open earlier tonight. Security had slapped a temporary patch on it, but she’d already slipped through somehow. The compass feeling in my chest stopped cold like someone yanked the plug. I stood outside the dorm for a while after that. Not really doing anything. Just standing there in the locked-down quiet with my hands hanging at my sides and no light left in them at all. The night air did its thing like it always does, cold and indifferent. Gideon texted: Suite. Twenty minutes. Bring nothing. Just come. So I came. They were all waiting when I walked in. Gideon is by the window in that stance he gets when he’s been standing there too long, and it’s become his spot for the night. Tanya was at the desk with the folded paper right in front of her. She wasn’t touching it, but you could tell she was aware of every inch of it. Seraphine sat in the chair w

GIDEON'S POV I read the testimony twice. Then I put my phone on the nightstand and lay there in the dark of the suite staring at the ceiling. I kept thinking about a seventeen-year-old girl writing this formal complaint to a council that had no real power over her problem. Her pack wouldn’t acknowledge her claim, so she went through the proper channels anyway, knowing it probably wouldn’t change anything. She just wanted it on record. The margin note hit different every time I pictured it. Your claim is not recognized by this pack. Cease correspondence, or legal action will be pursued. Stamped with the Blackwood Foundation seal. I’d been turning the Victoria pieces over in my head for days now. The housing record. The dissolution papers. The admin override. Each one felt like another brick I was stacking without letting myself step back and see the whole wall yet. This testimony made me look. Really look. Not just the stuff she’d done lately. The start of it. The reason it a

GIDEON'S POV Seraphine and Max left around 2:30. It wasn’t planned or anything. Seraphine said she needed a couple of hours in the archive to get the ward stuff ready for the library tonight, and Max mumbled something about heading to the east quad to practice directing the light where nobody would freak out if something weird glowed for a second. Both of those things were true. But they also both knew the room had been thick with something obvious for the last two hours, and they were giving us the space to deal with it. The door clicked shut. The suite went really quiet. Tanya was still sitting at the desk, staring at the response we’d drafted to Ginna’s message. Four careful lines offering the meeting at nine in the east library reading room, and a rough idea of what we were willing to put on the table. She’d read it three times already. Her pen was in her hand, but she hadn’t changed a single word in the last ten minutes. I stayed by the window for a second longer, then

GIDEON'S POV The Pack Investigations filing hit the system at 6:47 AM. I knew the exact time because Liam texted me the bulletin notice with a message that just said Gid. Someone went above you. Check the timestamp. I pulled the log immediately. 6:47. Way before Tanya reported the empty room. Way before any of us had even thought about making an official move this morning. Which meant this didn’t come from our group. Someone else had done it. Someone with full access to the formal complaint system and enough pull to bump a rogue attack case straight from campus security to full investigation level overnight. The filing was clean. Too clean. It listed the three attack sites, the exact security footage timestamps, and Ginna’s real name—the one we only got from the coven archives. It asked for a territory-wide alert and a formal probe. Everything an investigator would need to hit the ground running. And if Pack Investigations opened a real case, the first thing they’d do is pull

GIDEON'S POV Seraphine’s call with her father had run forty-seven minutes. I knew because she walked back into the suite looking like someone who’d just finished a heavyweight round and was still trying to catch her breath without showing it. She dropped into the chair, flipped open her notebook to a blank page, and said, “He listened. All of it. Every single piece.” “And?” Tanya asked right away. “He’s filing a formal inquiry with the High Council about the Blackwood Foundation’s admin conduct at Moonstone. Specifically, the way they slipped a non-enrolled person into a student dorm room using a Foundation override. He’s calling it misuse of institutional access to pack-affiliated facilities.” Seraphine’s voice stayed even, but I could hear the weight behind it. I crossed my arms. “On what standing?” “The Southern Crescent’s territorial agreement with Moonstone gives him room to flag integrity issues that affect students in the territory. Including me, since I’m still enr