บททั้งหมดของ Her Alpha’s Kryptonite: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 76

Jasmine’s POV I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, when I felt the amulet crack for the second time. It happened without warning, one second the iron sat against my skin the way it always did, the next second a sharp, clean snap ran through it, like someone had taken a thin blade and cut the metal. I froze with both hands still raised, fingers tangled in my hair. The sound was small, but inside my chest it felt enormous. I lowered my arms slowly and looked down. The crack was longer this time. The first one had been a fine line through one of the runes, easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it. This one cut deeper and wider, running almost the full length of the main symbol. The edges were sharp enough that I could see the difference even in the bathroom light. My stomach dropped. I touched it before I could stop myself. The moment my fingertip brushed the broken edge, my scent slipped through. It was stronger than the first

Jasmine’s POV Tristan drove Marc and I home and tried to pretend the afternoon had been ordinary. Marc still had no idea how close the danger had come. Jeff had kept the whole thing away from the classroom, and I had picked him with the same calm voice I used for early pickups when work ran long. In the car he asked why we were leaving before the bell, and I told him the truth that was safe to give—Mom finished early and wanted extra time with him. He believed me without asking anymore questions, then spent the rest of the ride telling me about his day. I held on to them while my hands stayed tight by my sides . At the apartment I got him settled with a comfortable cloth and a snack before I turned my attention toward Tristan. He was already there, staring at me as I took care of Marc. Tristan stood near the table with the same focused stillness he wore when something operational had gone wrong. He had a tablet in one hand and the tight line at the corner of his mouth that meant

Randall’s POV I kept following the money traces, that was the only part of the job that never lied. People could change their stories. Documents could be altered. Witnesses could disappear. Numbers, once they started moving, left a path whether the people moving them wanted one or not. I had been walking that path for weeks now, starting from the rogue attacks and the strange residue patterns at the scenes, and every time the trail bent it bent toward the same quiet places—shell companies, contractors who existed mostly on paper, and transfers small enough to look normal if you were not already looking for them. One contractor’s name kept surfacing. Invoices that matched the dates of certain movements around Apex-related territories. I wrote the name down every time it appeared, then crossed it out, then wrote it again when it showed up in a new place. Patterns like that were rarely accidents. When I laid the contractor’s activity beside the corporate organizational chart I had bu