All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

XAVIER’S POVI stood before the mirror, wrestling with the tie yet again. No matter how carefully I adjusted it, the knot seemed determined to defy me—too high, too low, slightly crooked. The reflection staring back at me was a mixture of determination and frustration, a man caught between his duty and his heart.Leaving was always the hardest part. Hannah’s gentle smile and Jackson’s unfiltered wonder haunted me every time. A small voice inside me begged to stay, to ignore the weight of leadership, and just be a husband and father. But the Lycan King couldn’t afford hesitation. Not now. Not ever.For once, Kasper wouldn’t be at my side. His unyielding loyalty and sharp instincts were needed here—to protect my family and secure the pack while I was away. I trusted no one else with such a task.I exhaled heavily and tore the tie loose in frustration. The silk slipped from my fingers just as Hannah walked in, the familiar sound of my suitcase brushing the doorframe.She paused, leaning

HANNAH’S POVI watched Vivian walk away, her heels striking the stone path with a rhythm that echoed louder than it should have. Her usual confident stride faltered ever so slightly as she turned her head, her sharp, calculating eyes meeting mine for just a heartbeat.My stomach twisted, but I stood my ground, arms folded tightly around my son as if daring her to come back and try again. She didn’t. She disappeared around the corner, her silhouette vanishing into the afternoon haze. Only then did I allow the breath I’d been holding to escape in a slow, controlled exhale.“The Freaking Audacity,” I muttered under my breath, my voice low but seething. The thought churned in my mind, poisonous and sharp. Does she really think she can just march in here and demand to see my son and I would just let her?I shook my head, bitterness rising like bile in my throat. Vivian had forfeited any claim to my son the moment she decided her selfish desires mattered more than family.The audacity of he

EVA’S POVThe confrontation with Hannah lingered in my mind as I walked away, my heels striking the stone floor like a relentless drumbeat. Each click echoed in the silence, amplifying the storm brewing inside me.Andrew’s gaze burned into my back, a searing weight I couldn’t shake. But I refused to turn around. I’d pushed him—I knew that much—but how far? And worse, how far would he go to defend her? That nosy bastard.The air in the corridor felt colder, carrying the bite of her words. My fingers brushed against the rough wall for support, unease coiling tighter in my chest with every step. Would she really tell Xavier? And if she did, how would he react? I knew he was fiercely protective of her—and that brat of hers. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?Her voice still rang in my ears, low and steady, yet sharp enough to draw blood. Beneath her calm exterior was something sinister, something calculating. I’d felt its edge.By the time I reached my quarters, my thoughts w

VIVIAN’S POVAs I walked away from Eva’s house, a wave of relief washed over me. Talking to Eva was always a rollercoaster ride, but today felt particularly intense. I replayed our conversation in my mind, pondering her bold suggestion.It was daring, to say the least, but a small part of me was tempted to try it. Desperate times called for desperate measures, didn’t they?As I turned the corner onto my street, I spotted a familiar figure standing by my front door. It was Coby, my husband, and he looked like he’d been waiting for me. My heart skipped a beat as I approached him, uncertainty swirling in my chest.What did he want? Had he found out about my encounter with Elder Elijah? Or was this just a coincidence? “Hey,” I called, forcing a brightness I didn’t feel into my voice. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”He glanced up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. His expression was unreadable, a tight blend of hesitance and resolve. “You were at Eva’s again?”I nodded as I ca

COBY’S POVThe guilt clawed at me as I led Vivian toward the bathroom, its weight pressing heavily on my chest. I couldn't escape the echo of my earlier actions—the way I’d been with her. Reckless. Possessive.That wasn’t me. Or at least, it wasn’t the me I wanted to be. But the nagging doubt that had burrowed into my mind had festered into something uncontrollable.Her soft hand in mine felt fragile, almost unreal, as though I could shatter it with a single wrong move. I glanced back at her, searching her expression for something—remorse, deception, anything. But all I saw was that serene, almost ethereal calm she always carried. It only fueled my unease.The moment Andrew had called, his voice tight with certainty, saying he’d seen her at Eva’s house, my pulse had quickened. When she came home, I waited like a predator on the doorstep, my senses on edge.I wanted to smell the truth on her—the earthy, rich scent from the last time she’d claimed to be with Eva. But instead, there was