All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Andrew’s POV My heart was a drum, pounding so hard I thought it might burst. This was it—the moment I’d dreamed of, the moment I’d feared might never come. Lily stood before me, her hands trembling slightly in mine, her eyes locked on mine as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. And she was right. She was everything. My mate, my heart, my reason for breathing. I didn’t know when it happened—when she became the center of my universe—but now, I couldn’t imagine a life without her. The elder’s voice broke through my thoughts, steady and solemn. “Do you, Andrew, vow to love, protect, and cherish Lily for as long as you both shall live, through all trials and joys that may come your way?” I swallowed hard, my throat tight. My eyes never left hers as I spoke, my voice low but unwavering. “I do. With everything I am.” The words felt too small, too simple, for the storm of emotions raging inside me. But they were true. Every syllable. The elder turned to Lily, and

XAVIER’S POVThe moment I saw the blood, my stomach dropped. It wasn’t just a trickle—it was a pool, dark and glistening, spreading beneath Lily like a cruel stain. My heart hammered in my chest, but I shoved the panic down. Focus. Move.“Get the car ready—now!” I mind-linked the nearest guard, my voice sharp, urgent. The response came instantly, but it wasn’t fast enough. Nothing felt fast enough.I shot another message to Kas: Take Hannah and Jackson home. I don’t want them around for this.Back in the hall, chaos had erupted. The air was thick with gasps, cries, the sharp tang of fear. Lily lay limp in Andrew’s arms, her dress soaked in crimson, her face ghostly pale. Andrew’s expression was a mask of raw terror, his arms trembling as he held her close.Someone in the crowd fainted—her mother, I think—but I didn’t stop to check. There was no time.“Out of the way!” I barked, shoving through the crowd. Andrew followed, his steps unsteady but determined, his grip on Lily never looseni

HANNAH’S POV Andrew’s sobs tore through me, raw and unrelenting, as he clung to my shoulder. His body shook against mine, each cry a knife twisting deeper into my chest. I held him tighter, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if I could somehow anchor him to this moment—to me. The sterile smell of the hospital burned my nose, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. Lily—sweet, fierce Lily—was just beyond those doors, fighting for her life. And Andrew… he was breaking in my arms. “Why?” he choked out, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “Why her? Why today?” His words were ragged, each one laced with a pain so deep it felt endless. I didn’t have an answer. There was no answer. The world was cruel, and it had chosen them—two of the kindest souls I knew—to bear its cruelty. I pulled back just enough to cup his face, my thumbs brushing away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with grief. “Andrew,” I whis

XAVIER’S POV I stormed out of the hospital, my mind racing as I headed straight for Elijah’s compound. Andrew’s impulsive decision to confront Elijah alone was reckless, and I knew it could only end in disaster. Elijah wasn’t the kind of man you confronted without a plan, and Andrew’s grief and rage had clouded his judgment. I had to stop him before it was too late. When I arrived at Elijah’s house, the guards at the gate immediately tensed, their hands hovering near their weapons as they recognized me. I didn’t have time for their games. “I need to speak to Elijah,” I said, my voice sharp and commanding. “Now.” The guards exchanged uneasy glances but eventually stepped aside, allowing me to pass. I strode through the compound, my senses on high alert. The place reeked of arrogance and deceit, and I hated every second I had to spend there. Elijah was waiting for me in the main hall, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. “Xavier,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “To wha

ELIJAH’S POV The heavy dungeon door groaned as it swung shut behind me, its iron hinges screaming in protest. My boots scraped against the uneven floor, each step a deliberate act of defiance as Andrew’s muffled groans faded into the oppressive darkness. My chest tightened, a volatile mix of anger and satisfaction coiling deep within me. He deserved this. Every agonizing second of it. Beatrice caught up with me, her face a mask of worry. “We need to kill him before Xavier returns and finds out. If we’re caught, it’ll be over for both of us.” I glanced at her, slightly irritated. “Not yet, Beatrice. I want him to suffer more before I end him. He stays alive for now, and that’s final.” She sighed, shaking her head. “You’re making a mistake. Keeping Andrew alive is too dangerous, especially with Xavier sniffing around. It’s not about Andrew himself—it’s about what happens if Xavier returns with more guards to search for him.” I considered her words for a moment, the scenario