Her Alpha’s Kryptonite의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Jasmine’s POVRandall continued taking notes as I explained what I knew. His pen rarely stopped. Whenever I paused he looked up with complete attention before the point of the pen returned to the page.I started with the structure of the world he had been investigating without knowing it existed. I explained the supernatural hierarchy, the different bloodlines, and the way territory was divided and controlled between packs. I explained how packs were organized, who held authority inside them, and why conflicts between them did not always look like ordinary disputes between rival groups. He listened without interrupting.When I moved to suppression artifacts, I explained what they were used for and why someone might need to conceal supernatural abilities or lock down a bloodline. I gave him enough for him to understand that some of the strange medical and physical evidence in his cases might have had nothing to do with ordinary illness or human physiology. Then I drew the line between

Jasmine’s POVI stood in the middle of Tristan’s office and told him exactly what I thought about the challenge.I made sure not to raise my voice, and I did not soften the argument simply because he was used to people being careful around him. My arms stayed relaxed at my sides as I explained that what had happened in the training ring might have settled the immediate challenge, but it had not solved the larger problem developing inside the pack.A pack that respected its leader only because it feared his physical strength would eventually become unstable. There would always be someone stronger, more ambitious, or desperate enough to test that authority again. If every disagreement was answered with a fight, he might keep winning individual battles while gradually building a pack that obeyed out of fear rather than loyalty. That was not the kind of leadership that would survive sustained pressure—especially not with the Circle, the prophecy, and everything else already pressing again

Jasmine’s POVI went through the safety protocol with Jeff for the fourth time before I finally closed the folder in my hands.Jeff had been patient through every repetition. He answered each question calmly and confirmed that he understood exactly what was expected of him while Tristan and I were away. By the third pass, Marc looked between us with the unmistakable expression of a child who had decided the adults were being ridiculous.“Jeff already knows all of that,” Marc said.I looked at him. “I know.”He tilted his head as if he could not understand why that should not end the conversation. Jeff’s mouth twitched with what might have been the beginning of a smile. I ignored both of them and went through the final points anyway, not because I thought Jeff had forgotten anything, but because I needed to hear myself say them one more time.“Marc stays at the compound,” I said. “You remain with him. Nobody outside the approved security team takes him anywhere. Any unexpected change t

Jasmine’s POVThe contact held the cathedral key in both hands and looked at me like he had seen someone they had believed was only a story.We met her in a narrow room above a street that still carried the damp cold of early morning drizzle. Abe had arranged the introduction through virtual channels, and I had not asked him to. The woman’s hair was silver at the temples, her English was accented and precise. She did not waste time on greetings that pretended this was ordinary.“I hoped I would not live to see this day,” she said.Her fingers tightened on the key before she released it. The metal was dark with age, the teeth worn smooth in places where countless hands had turned it in a lock that was not meant for tourists or casual scholars. I accepted it from her extended hands. The weight settled into my palm immediately, and still warm from her grip.Abe translated the last thing she said, though I had caught enough of the words to understand the meaning of them before he spoke.“

Jasmine’s POVIt took Abe three hours to open the vault, for most of that time I watched him work in near silence. The vault sat buried beneath the cathedral, past a stretch of narrow stone passages and doors that looked like they had been built long before anyone cared about making a place comfortable. The deeper we went, the colder the air got. The walls were damp in places, the stones had gone dark with age. And silence pressed in until even our footsteps felt like we were interrupting something that preferred to be left alone.Abe never rushed, he worked through the rune locks one at a time, studying each symbol before he touched it, following the procedure with a focused precision that told me he had not walked in here guessing. He had studied these mechanisms, for two years, from what he had said on the plane. Now he was executing the sequence exactly the way he had learned it.Tristan stood beside me through most of it, watching Abe’s hands and asking a question whenever someth