All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Kryptonite: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Abe’s POVThe package was delivered through a private courier just after midday, but I knew something was wrong before I opened it.There was nothing obviously suspicious about the box itself. It was small, carefully wrapped, and addressed with enough accuracy to make it through the building’s private security without attracting attention. The courier had followed the correct procedure, the package had passed through the appropriate channels. Nothing about it suggested an immediate threat.That was precisely why I disliked it.I carried the box into my office and placed it on my desk before closing the door behind me. For several seconds I simply looked at it, then I opened it.Inside, resting against dark packing material, was a small brass compass. I went completely still immediately I saw it.I reached into the box and lifted it carefully into my hand. The metal was old but well preserved, the urface had darkened slightly with age, and one edge carried a shallow mark that I recogni

Marc’s POVSchool was over and I was getting ready to leave with Jeff.I always looked for him first, Mom said that was important and Jeff said it too. Find the person who is supposed to take you home before you walk toward any car. So I stopped near the gate the way I usually did and looked around.That was when I saw the car. It was parked near the place where other cars waited. At first it did not look strange, because cars waited there every day. But I did not know the driver, and the way the car was sitting felt like it was waiting for someone specific. Jeff had taught me about that.If something does not fit, slow down. Do not walk toward it just because it looks almost normal, so I slowed down.The driver got out, or maybe he opened the back door. I do not remember which one came first. He spoke to me like he expected me to know him.“Marc, come on. I’ve been sent to pick you up.”My stomach went tight, but I did not go closer, instead I took a few steps backward instead.I l

Tristan’s POVI moved through the underground market with my hands in my pockets and the curse marks contained, my silver eyes cataloguing every face and every exit in the crowded corridor with the methodical focus of a man who had already determined the outcome and was simply completing the formality of finding the person I had come for. The pack’s tracking network had directed me here after Jesse disappeared from the building, and the farther I moved into the market, the stronger the trail became. Jesse had come here recently. He had not disappeared without leaving a trace.I found him forty feet ahead.Jesse saw me at almost the exact same moment, and I watched the calculation happen across his face. For less than two seconds he looked toward the nearest exit, then toward the staircase behind him, then briefly over his shoulder as though measuring the people around him against the distance between himself and the man approaching him. The calculation was quick, practiced, and hopele

Jasmine’s POVI stood in the center of the operations room and listened to the complete briefing without moving. Marc was safe. That was the only reason I stayed. He was home, asleep upstairs behind a locked bedroom door, surrounded by security and watched over by people who had been told that his safety came first. He had come home. The people who tried to take him had failed. That single fact was the thin line keeping me from walking out before the report was finished.I kept my hands at my sides while they went through everything. The vehicle at the school. The connection to Jesse. The information he had supplied. The fact that he had known Marc’s school and schedule, and the penthouse, and that someone had been collecting pieces of our lives for months while I lived under the assumption that the security around my son was enough. Every new detail added weight to something I had already been carrying.When the report finally ended, the room went silent. I looked at Tristan.“How lo

Jasmine’s POVThe argument did not end with a decision.There was no final sentence that settled everything, no agreement that made the things between us suddenly easy. We simply reached the point where there was nothing left to say without repeating ourselves, and neither of us seemed willing to turn the conversation into another battle just because silence felt unfamiliar.So we stayed in the kitchen for a while, quiet in a way that no longer felt hostile.Eventually, somehow, we ended up on the couch.I could not remember who moved first. Maybe Tristan sat down because standing had become pointless. Maybe I followed because I was tired. Either way, neither of us suggested it, and neither of us seemed interested in explaining why we were there.For once, we did not talk about the operation. We did not talk about the pack, Garth, Jesse, the Circle, my mother, Winton, the amulet, or the curse. We talked about nothing important.Tristan told me about a restaurant he had once walked int