All Chapters of His Rejected Mate, His Greatest Regret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The financial records had finally exposed their betrayal, but they had also opened another door. Behind it waited the truth about what Rowan and Vivianne had been trying so desperately to bury, and I intended to uncover that truth no matter how much it cost me.By the time I returned to the old archive house, the sky over Silvercrest had darkened. Gabriel carried the copied ledgers beneath his arm while Amara followed closely behind us, her expression unusually tense. None of us spoke until we were back inside the hidden chamber, where I placed the documents on the wooden table and stared at the growing pile we had gathered over the past few days.Every discovery seemed to lead to another question, and somehow, every question brought me back to my mother. Why had she been investigating the northern territories? Why had she contacted Elias Thorn? Why had she hidden records instead of taking them to the council? Most importantly, why had she become so afraid shortly before her death?Am

Today, I didn’t lower mine, Rowan’s gaze moved from me to Gabriel and then to the documents in his arms. He leaned back in his chair, his expression guarded. “What is the meaning of this?” he asked.I walked toward the center of the chamber and placed the first set of records on the table before facing the council. “I requested this hearing because I have evidence concerning Silvercrest’s financial decline after my mother’s death.”A murmur passed through the room and Rowan rested one hand against the arm of his chair. “Your mother’s death was years ago, Samantha. If you have concerns about old financial records, they could have been brought to me privately.”“I tried to understand what happened privately,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “What I found was too serious to keep between us.”His expression hardened, but before he could respond, one of the older council members lifted his hand. “Let her speak,” Elder Tomas said firmly.Rowan glanced toward him before settling back int

glanced at Gabriel and his expression remained unreadable, but his eyes had sharpened. He understood what Rowan was doing. Rowan was not denying everything, he was creating doubt. He wanted the council to question what had happened before he took control so that whatever came after could be presented as something he had been forced to do. Elder Tomas leaned back in his chair. “You may present those documents at the next hearing.” “I do not need another hearing to tell the truth,” Rowan replied. He turned toward the gathered pack members, his voice growing louder. “I need the council to remember that my decisions were made to keep people alive.” He slowly walked along the edge of the council table. “Do you think I enjoyed cutting resources? Do you think I wanted families to struggle? I made difficult choices because someone had to make them.” A few people lowered their eyes and Rowan noticed their reaction and continued. “I

Vivianne lowered her head. “I was not there when she died but i knew something had happened.”Her answer came so quietly that it almost disappeared beneath the silence of the corridor. I watched her carefully. “When did you learn that she was dead?”Her lips trembled. “When I was told.” Vivianne slowly lifted her eyes toward Rowan and he didn’t answer.I followed her gaze, my stomach tightening as I looked at him. “Rowan.”His silence told me there was another secret between them, but I still didn’t know what it was. Before I could press him further, Elder Tomas’s voice came from behind us. “What exactly is happening here?”We all turned and several council members stood behind him, apparently drawn back by the raised voices. Vivianne’s face went white, while Rowan immediately stepped forward as though he could shield her from the council simply by placing himself between them. “This is a private family matter,” he said.Elder To

I stood with Silvercrest, and I would not bow again. The words were still settling over the council chamber when the doors opened, drawing everyone’s attention toward the entrance, Lyra walked in. She wore a deep blue gown, her hair pulled neatly behind her shoulders, and a carefully arranged expression of concern rested on her face. She did not look like someone who had just walked into a chamber where Rowan’s authority had been suspended. She looked prepared, almost too prepared, as though she had been waiting for the right moment to step forward. My eyes narrowed as she slowly surveyed the room. Then her gaze settled on Damon. Alpha Damon was seated among the council members, his expression unreadable. He had arrived before the hearing ended, and although he had remained mostly silent, his presence had been impossible to ignore. Lyra’s eyes stayed on him for a moment longer than necessary before she finally turned toward Elder Tomas. “I apo