Her Alpha’s Kryptonite의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

Jasmine’s POVAbe secured the artifact inside its carrying case with considerably more care than he had shown while opening the vault.I watched him check the protective lining, adjust the fastening, and make certain the thing was sitting exactly where it was supposed to be before he finally closed the case. The lock clicked. He checked it once, then twice. Only after he seemed completely satisfied did he straighten.For a moment I expected him to start talking about the next move, because there were still security arrangements to consider. The vault needed sealing again. Eventually we would have to leave the cathedral and figure out the journey back to Cresthaven, to Marc, to everything waiting on the other side of this quiet.Instead Abe picked up the case and walked away from us.I watched him cross several feet of open space before he stopped beside one of the enormous stone columns holding up the cathedral. He placed one hand against his chin and tilted his head upward. Then he b

Jasmine’s POVThe train ride to the airport was quieter than I expected. By the time we boarded, the adrenaline from the attack had started to wear off, leaving behind the dull physical awareness of every place my body had been struck or forced past its limits. The narrow cut along my forearm had stopped bleeding heavily, but the sleeve of my clothing was still stained enough for Abe to notice it the moment we found our seats.He did not ask permission before he opened the small medical kit he carried. I watched him remove what he needed and place the supplies neatly on the seat beside him.“You’re bleeding.”“Yeah, I noticed.”Abe looked at me, and I held his gaze for a moment. Then I extended my arm toward him. He took my forearm carefully and began cleaning the cut. His movements were practiced and precise. There was nothing uncertain about the way he worked, and I realized quickly that he had done this before—maybe more often than I had ever considered. He knew exactly how much p

Jesse’s POVThe parking lot was almost empty at that hour of the morning.Grey daylight filtered through the open sides of the building and left the concrete levels cold and colourless. I stood beside my car with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to the distant sound of traffic beginning to build beyond the structure. My expression stayed calm, and my voice did too. I gave the report exactly as I had prepared it.“The artifact has been recovered.”There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, so I continued. I gave them a summary of what I knew. The Prague operation had been successful, Tristan and his people had located the artifact. They had secured it and returned to Cresthaven. I did not mention how I knew, the person on the other end did not ask either. That was one of the advantages of working through an established information network. Questions were only asked when the answers were considered necessary, and the identity of my source was apparently not important eno

Tristan’s POVI had trained hundreds of wolves, I had trained young wolves who had lost control during their first transformations. I had trained fighters who believed aggression was the same thing as strength. I had trained pack members who carried more power than they knew how to manage and taught them how to turn instinct into discipline.None of that had prepared me for sitting cross-legged on the floor of my penthouse and trying to teach a frightened six-year-old boy how to breathe.Marc sat several feet away from me. The living room around us still showed the aftermath of what had happened earlier. One of the damaged windows had been temporarily covered while arrangements were being made to replace it, and a few objects that had fallen during Marc’s surge had not yet been returned to their proper places. Marc had noticed all of it. I could tell. The boy kept glancing toward the damaged window. His hands rested on his knees, but there was still a slight tremor in his fingers.I w

Zea’s POVI was not expecting anyone when I heard the knock.I had only just settled in for the evening, and I was wearing a loose dressing gown with no intention of leaving the house again. For a few seconds I considered ignoring the door, then the knock came a second time. I sighed and walked toward it.When I opened the door, Wade was standing on the other side.He looked exactly as he usually did when he was working. His glasses were in place, his expression was calm, and he was holding a small drive between two fingers. I looked at him, then I looked down at myself, then I looked back at him. Neither of us said anything for a moment.Wade cleared his throat. “I brought the surveillance data.”I stepped aside. “You could have sent it.”“I was already nearby.”I looked at him somehow, because I did not believe that explanation. Wade seemed to realize this immediately, he adjusted his glasses. “I thought it would be better to deliver it directly.”“Of course you did.”I held out my