All Chapters of My Ex Framed Me, So I Dated His Rival: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Noah.I stared at the beams while Ivy stood at the table with the bone knife still in her hand. Elder Maren’s head tilted upward as Rourke’s fingers hovered over the silver bowl.“Who is up there?” I asked.No one answered.Ivy’s eyes stayed on the ceiling. “Four minutes ago, someone took a photo of this exact table and sent it to me with a message that said he is not the only one who can die for me.”Rourke moved first, crossing the hall in three long strides before yanking open the side door leading to the narrow service stairs. “Stay with the body,” he ordered the two younger wolves by the entrance.Elder Maren kept her voice level. “Noah, you will remain here. Ivy does not leave this room.”I ignored the instruction and followed Rourke to the stairs. The wooden steps groaned under my weight while the attic corridor stretched in both directions at the top, low-beamed and dust-coated. A single window at the far end let in the gray morning light.Rourke sniffed the air. “Fresh. Human

Tyler.Pain returned before sight did.It started low in my chest, spreading outward like someone had driven a skate blade between my ribs and left it there. Every breath dragged against the wound. My fingers closed around a hand that felt too warm, too alive and the sensation anchored me to something beyond the darkness. I forced my eyes open.Ivy’s face hovered above me. Blood ran from a cut across her left palm where the black cord still bound us together. Her skin looked pale beneath the weak light, sweat gathered along her temple. The silver bowl sat near my shoulder, its surface trembling slightly. The smell of iron and cold earth filled my nose.“Tyler.” Her voice cracked on my name.I tried to speak, but only managed a rough exhale. The lights along the floor cast everything in a weak yellow glow while shadows moved at the edge of my vision. For several seconds, I could not tell what was real. I turned my head and saw Noah standing three feet away with his fists clenched. Beyo

Tyler.The second northern dens wolf cleared the doorway with silver already flashing.I met him shoulder-first, the same way I cleared the crease on a power play, driving him back into the wall hard enough to send the blade spinning from his hand. Van was already moving on my left, short blade low, cutting the next attacker’s thigh before the wolf could raise his own weapon.Ivy stayed low behind the table where I had pushed her. Noah had the bone knife, using it like a man who had never fought off the puck, all arms and no balance. Rourke and Lira held the service corridor while Elder Maren stood unmoved near the ritual tools, watching the blood hit the stone.“Left side,” Van called.I turned, catching the third wolf’s wrist before the silver edge reached my ribs. The metal burned even through my sleeve. I twisted until I felt the joint give, then drove my knee up the way I finished a board battle when the ref looked the other way. The wolf dropped.Van finished him with a clean cu

Tyler.Van’s voice came through the door while I was still buried inside Ivy. “If you two are finished, the dens just found the ridge.” I pulled out of her carefully and reached for my jeans in the same motion. Ivy was already moving, gathering her clothes from the floor without wasting a second. The leftover heat of the rite still pulsed under my skin where she had touched me, but the sound of boots on the outer path pushed everything else aside. I yanked my shirt over my head and checked the silver burn on my forearm. The bandage Ivy had started held. I finished tying it off while she stepped into her jeans and pulled her shirt down. Noah’s voice joined Van’s outside. “How many?” “Four that I can scent,” Van answered. “Maybe a fifth hanging back. They are moving quiet.” I opened the door. Van stood three paces out with his short blade already drawn. Noah had the bone knife from the hall. Rourke and Lira covered the tree line on either side of the cabin. Ivy stepped up b

Ivy.Van kept the truck at a steady speed that did not look like flight. Tyler sat beside me in the back, his shoulder against mine, the silver burn on his forearm still wrapped in the bandage I had tied. Noah rode silently in the front passenger seat while Rourke and Lira watched the mirrors from the extended cab.“How many?” Tyler asked.Van checked the rearview. “One vehicle. Two, maybe three dens inside. They are not closing yet. They want to see where we run.”Noah’s voice was tight. “My mother will have already moved the money. The contract will not cancel itself.”“I know,” Van said. “That is why we are not going somewhere she can predict.”The road narrowed as the streetlights ended and trees closed in on both sides. The following headlights stayed exactly two curves behind us, never coming closer or falling farther back.I kept my hand on Tyler’s knee. The residual pull of the incomplete rite still hummed between us whenever our skin touched, quieter than it had been in the c