Alle Kapitel von You Will Regret Rejecting Me: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

The fabric came in wrapped in a specimen sleeve, and Mira had it under the scope before Davan finished his report."Synthetic-cotton blend," she said. "Not standard-issue anything. There's a manufacturing thread here. See the double-stitch pattern on the edge? That's not torn accidentally. That's a seam allowance. This came off a jacket, not a shirt.""Whose jacket?""I don't know whose. I know ‘whose supplier.’ " Mira turned the sleeve under the light. "This stitch pattern's used by exactly one tailoring house that services Council-adjacent staff. Not Council members. Staff. Attendants, drivers, second-tier security."Davan's jaw tightened. "So it wasn't a stranger in the woods.""It was somebody's jacket. That's all I've got. I'm not naming a person off a seam." She set it down. "But it narrows the field from ‘anyone’ to ‘someone with institutional access’. That's not nothing.""It's not a name either.""No," Mira agreed. "It's a thread. Pull it or don’t."*****Renner found the dec

The street was quiet enough that the open door was the loudest thing on it.Kaela stopped six feet short. Third door past the crooked lamp post — she'd counted from the corner twice to be sure — and it stood open a hand's width, no light behind it.She hadn't waited for Davan. She'd sent word and come anyway, because six streets was nothing and a closing door was everything, and she was already aware, standing here alone, that this was a decision she'd have to answer for later. Not now.She pushed the door wider with two fingers.The workroom smelled of hot metal and scorched starch. A pressing iron sat upright on its heel, still ticking as it cooled. Bolts of cloth stood in their racks, undisturbed, but the cutting table had been swept clear in a hurry — chalk dust smeared sideways, not brushed, and a stool knocked flat that no one had bothered to right.Movement, at the rear window. A shape going through it, not fast, careful, like someone who'd done it before.“Wait!"The figure dr

The cold rain did not wash away the scent of ozone. It made it heavy, pinning the metallic tang of Lucien’s suppressed Alpha command to the wet cobblestones of Hallis Street.Kaela did not step back. If she retreated now, her wolf would interpret it as submission, triggering the biological reflex to lower her gaze and bare her throat. She forced her spine straight, her muscles locking in defiance as she met his unreadable stare. Beneath her coat, the small, hard object Isara Draven had pressed into her hand hours ago felt like a brand against her ribs."Corsvain Row is burning," Lucien repeated. His voice was too quiet, a low vibration that rattled the windowpanes of the deserted shops around the square. "And my Sovereign of Compliance is standing in the dark, holding a torn piece of cloth fished from a drain.""It’s a lead, Lucien," Kaela said, her tone as clinical as she could manage while her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her breastbone. "The runner drop point was here. T

The safe house smelled of cold hearths and dry rot.Kaela slammed the heavy timber bolt into place, her breath pluming white in the unheated air of the safe house. Her skin still felt raw, practically humming with the aftershocks of the Compliance ward. She could still smell the metallic tang of Lucien’s possessive command on her collar, mixed with the sharp, toxic scent of Adrian’s sudden appearance. Her inner wolf was pacing a frantic circle beneath her ribs, snarling at the memory of both Alphas trying to close the walls around her.She pulled the brass token from her pocket, dropping it onto the scarred pine table. Next to it, she placed the object Isara had given her — a heavy, unpolished iron cylinder with no visible seams."You're looking at the symptoms, Kaela. You aren't looking at the infection."The voice came from the darkest corner of the room, near the cold stone hearth.Kaela’s hand went instantly to the dagger at her belt, her wolf lunging forward, teeth bared in her m

The silence in the ink-stained basement turned razor-sharp.Adrian’s jaw clenched, the golden-brown in his eyes flashing with a volatile, wounded rage. For an instant, he wasn't the polished Alpha of the Wolfe Pack, the Alpha heir of the Eastern Border; he was a jilted predator whose fated mate had just spat in his face. The scent of his toxic jealousy spiked, thick and suffocating in the cramped space, trying to force Kaela’s inner wolf into a submissive retreat."You're letting pride blind you, Kaela," Adrian growled, his voice dropping into the deep, resonant register of a pack leader enforcing a command. He took a predatory step forward, his hand reaching out to grab her arm. "You think Lucien will protect you when the High Court turns on you? He’s using you as a shield to pass his reforms. The moment the vellum is signed, he'll discard you just like — ""Like you did?" Kaela interrupted, her voice dropping below freezing.Before his fingers could touch her sleeve, she let her dor