All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

HANNAH’S POVAs soon as Coby disappeared down the path, I let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped for hours. My hands trembled, refusing to steady no matter how tightly I crossed my arms.Anger, fear, and frustration coiled in my stomach, each emotion jostling for dominance. It was always like this with him—chaotic, overwhelming, suffocating.“Hannah,” Kas’s voice cut through the storm in my head, anchoring me.I turned, relieved and ashamed in equal measure to meet his concerned gaze. His expression, sharp and ready just moments ago, softened as he stepped closer.His presence was steadying, but the way he looked at me—like I might shatter—made my throat tighten.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle yet edged with restrained tension.I nodded too quickly. “I’m fine,” I said, though the waver in my voice betrayed me. “Thank you for stepping in.”Kas didn’t look convinced. His eyes searched mine, his jaw working as if he were holding back words. “He grabbed yo

VIVIAN’S POVThe moment I left the house that afternoon, my nerves buzzed with unease. Elder Elijah’s voice on the phone had been sharp, clipped—urgent in a way that knotted my stomach. I hadn’t called Eva. She hadn’t picked up the previous day, nor had she bothered to call me back, and I didn’t want her involved in whatever this was.I told myself it was fine. I could handle it. Right?The path to his house stretched wide and empty as I walked, the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against the eerie silence. Elijah’s estate loomed ahead, its grandeur almost oppressive, like a giant beast lurking in the amber glow of the setting sun.When the front door creaked open, a servant I didn’t recognize greeted me. Her face was drawn tight, her lips pressed into a disapproving line that made my palms sweat.For a second, I thought it might be Beatrice, Elijah’s suspicious and ever-watchful wife. But it wasn’t her. Just a servant, all business and no warmth.“Elijah is expecting you,” she s

Vivian's POVElder Elijah did what he could, rising up a bit to give himself more leverage. Then, using that leverage, he hammered his cock as far into Eva's pussy as it would go. He slammed his hips up against her ass, making it jiggle with every pump."Yeah, baby, yeah!" Eva cried, turning her head to look back at him. "Just like that! Just like that! Keep fucking me! You're going to make me cum! You're going to make me fucking cum!"Even though he was running out of steam and desperately needed a break, Elder Elijah continued fucking Eva with reckless abandon. He gave her what she wanted, knowing that the harder he fucked her, the sooner she would cum, and the sooner she cummed, the sooner he could catch his breath.With this in mind, Elder Elijah reached out and grabbed a handful of Eva's hair, yanking it back to force her to arch her back to relieve the pressure.Eva let out a yelp of pleasure, and Elder Elijah knew he had her. She loved getting her hair pulled; it always put her

ANDREW’S POVI crouched behind a cluster of rose bushes, my legs cramping from staying in the same position for far too long. I had been watching Elder Elijah’s house for what felt like an eternity—over an hour and a half—and my patience was starting to wear thin.The doubt creeping into my mind grew louder with every passing minute. What if I was at the wrong place?The only reason I hadn’t left yet was that I had seen Vivian go inside earlier. I had trailed her there, sure that something was off. But the silence and stillness around the house were eating at me. Was I wasting my time?Just as I was about to give up and leave, the front door creaked open, and I froze. My instincts kicked in, my body tense and ready. Vivian stepped out first, and my breath hitched.She wasn’t alone—Eva followed close behind, and the two of them were laughing loudly, almost obnoxiously. Something about their body language made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.Their laughter wasn’t just carefree

LILY’S POVI stood outside Andrew’s door, feeling the familiar flutter in my chest that always came with the thought of seeing him. It was ridiculous, really, how much of an effect he had on me, even after everything we’d been through together.I smoothed down my hair and adjusted my smile. I didn’t want to look as nervous as I felt. He had been so busy lately that we barely saw each other, only exchanging quick texts during the day and before bed.Whatever was going on with him, I told myself I’d figure it out. I always did. When he opened the door, the look on his face caught me off guard.His eyes were stormy—filled with worry, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. But as soon as he saw me standing there, his expression shifted.His beautiful lips curved into that lopsided smile I adored, and I could almost see the tension melting from his shoulders.“Hey, handsome,” I said softly, stepping closer to him.Before I could say another word, he pulled me into one of his bon