All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Kryptonite: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jasmine’s POVI sat on Marc’s bed, facing him, and told him what he needed to know in the direct way I had always spoken to him.I made no attempt to perform calm or simplify the truth into something easier to hear. There were people who wanted something from him that he did not have to give. Whatever they believed his power could do, it did not create an obligation for him to surrender it. Saying no was not being difficult. Saying no was being correct.Marc sat opposite me, his small hands very still in his lap. His silver-blue eyes remained steady throughout the explanation, and he listened without interrupting. The safe-house room was quiet except for the soft hum of the building and the faint sound of Jeff somewhere beyond the door—not close enough to listen, close enough that the perimeter still held. Marc’s bag was where he could reach it. The night-light worked. He had already assessed the locks when we arrived. Third safe house in six months. He had gone without complaint. He

Jasmine’s POVI sat in the circle opposite Tristan, waiting for Abe’s signal. When it came, I did not wait for the energy to find me, instead I reached for it.It was different from what had happened in the market. That release had been a fracture under pressure, something forced out of me when the amulet broke and left me with no choice. This time, there was no accident and no loss of control. I chose to open the door. I chose to let the power through.The difference was absolute.Silver energy bloomed outward from me in controlled rings, filling the binding space and pushing through the compound above us. Three floors higher, every wolf in the compound dropped to one knee. It was not submission. It was instinctive recognition of something ancient that had been locked away for years and was now exactly where it belonged.I held the field steady. Across the circle, Tristan’s curse marks began to retreat.Not from my touch, but from my presence.The field of my fully released power pre

Jasmine’s POVI slept for eleven hours, whenI woke, the silver energy was still there, but it felt different from anything I had experienced before. It was no longer the explosive release from the market or the sharp pulse that came when the amulet fractured under pressure. It was no longer the sustained field I had held in the binding circle while Tristan’s marks retreated from my presence alone. This was quieter, settled deep inside me, warm and steady like banked coals rather than an open fire.I sat in the window of the compound and looked out at Cresthaven, resting my bare arms on the sill.In the morning light, my skin carried a faint luminance. It was subtle, something I noticed more because I was looking for it than because it demanded attention. There was nothing deliberate about it. I was not trying to make anything happen. This was simply what I looked like now—without iron against my sternum, without five cracks filtering every breath, without the suppression that had deci

Jasmine’s POVThree districts of Cresthaven erupted almost simultaneously.Rogue factions made coordinated territorial moves, hitting the Winthrop defensive perimeter from multiple directions at once. Reports flooded the command center as the pattern began to take shape—timestamps stacked too cleanly to be coincidence, pressure applied in places that forced attention outward while something else waited for the line to bend. I stood at the tactical map with the silver steady under my skin, banked and warm the way it had been since the morning after the binding, and I did not waste time hoping the board would simplify itself.I saw it before anyone said it aloud.I studied the map, following the movements and the gaps they were creating. Not the loudest strikes. The spaces between them. The places where units would naturally pull if they answered every alarm in the order it arrived. Garth’s people—or the factions he had set in motion—understood tempo. They understood that a pack that ha

Jasmine’s POV I did not see Tristan shift, but I felt it. The alpha frequency that had been pressing against my senses since the lobby changed register completely. It became enormous and specific, silver-dark, and the air in the market district seemed to shift around it in a way that had nothing to do with the wind. I was still in the south district, still moving between positions the radio assigned, silver steady under my skin and three operatives already behind me in an alley that no longer needed my attention. The feeling cut through all of that anyway—not as a distraction, as information. The same way I had once felt curse marks recede under my palms without looking down first. Three rogue wolves were facing him in the market corridor. I knew that the way you know a pressure system has changed when the light on your arms goes quiet and something larger occupies the space instead. The largest took one step forward. Then he read the air and stopped. The other two stepped back w