Semua Bab Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN JESSICA Point of View The door slammed in my face with a finality that echoed through my entire body. I stood there, frozen on Damon's porch, as if waiting for something. Forgiveness, perhaps, or understanding. Neither came. Only silence stretched between me and the closed door, a barrier as impenetrable as the wall I had built around my heart. "Tyla didn't abandon me." I whispered the words into the night air, testing their truth on my tongue. The realization crashed through me like a wave, washing away the foundation of lies I'd been standing on. All this time, I had believed Jonathan's whispered lies, that Tyla had been glad to get rid of me, that she hadn't even looked for me, that she'd moved on without a second thought. But she had searched. She had looked everywhere. She had lost sleep. For me. I stumbled down the steps of Damon's house, my vision blurred by the tears I couldn't hold back anymore. The night was cool, the breeze carrying the scen

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN JONATHAN Point of View The stack of documents sat on my desk like a ticking bomb. I'd been staring at them for hours, reading and re-reading the transaction records, following the money trail that led directly from Damon's accounts to the group of hijackers. The Alpha King had done a thorough research and there were enough evidence to prove these group of people to be hijackers. My hands trembled slightly. Although not from fear, but from pure, undiluted rage that had been building inside me since the courier had delivered the package from Damisus this morning. "That bastard," I muttered, slamming my fist against the hardwood desk. The pain barely registered. All I could think about was Damon's wicked plot. I grabbed my jacket and the most damning of the documents, stuffing them into an inside pocket. My security detail looked surprised when I stormed through the office. "Sir?" my head of security questioned, falling into step beside me. "Get the car

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN DAMON Point of View I was in the middle of planning my next move when I heard a knock on the door. Three rapid taps followed by two slower ones.I hesitated for a moment. "Come in," I called, straightening my posture and schooling my features into a neutral expression. The door creaked open, and Jason stepped inside, looking more haggard than I remembered. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually meticulous appearance had given way to wrinkled clothes and disheveled hair. Whatever he had been through since our last encounter had clearly taken its toll on him. "Damon," he greeted as he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, as if needing the support. "It's been a while." I nodded, watching him carefully. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon." A humorless smile crossed his face. "Neither did I, to be honest. But circumstances change." We stood in silence for a moment, the air between us filled with lingering resentment. "I've forgi

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN DAMON Point of View "We don't have to do this, you know," I said as I turned to face Jason. He stood with his back against an ancient oak tree, his expression guarded as he watched me. "Do what?" he asked, though I could tell from his tone that he already knew what I meant. "Go to war." I gestured vaguely in the direction of the cornrow pack's territory. "Storm Jonathan's compound with all our forces. Risk everyone's lives when there might be another way." Jason's eyebrows rose slightly. "You have a new plan?" The night air felt cool against my skin. I nodded, moving closer to him so that my voice wouldn't carry beyond the clearing. We were alone, but in these dangerous times, I trusted nothing and no one. "I do," I confirmed. "We don't have to gather our entire pack against Jonathan's. We don't have to risk a bloodbath when all I really want is Tyla's safety." Jason pushed himself away from the tree, as he became more interested. "I'm listening." "

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN JONATHAN Point of View The air in the dimly lit study was thick with the scent of old leather and woodsmoke as I sat at my desk, staring at the crumpled note in my hand. "Damon requests your presence at the pack’s lodge. Urgent." The words were scrawled in a hasty, jagged script, and they gnawed at my curiosity like a persistent itch. Why would Damon, of all people, want to see me? We had never been close—Damon was a wildfire, unpredictable and fierce, while I preferred the steady rhythm of order and caution. Yet something in the summons tugged at me, a thread of intrigue I couldn’t ignore. After a moment’s hesitation, I folded the note and reached for my phone. “Damisus,” I said when the call connected, his voice low and deliberate. “Damon’s asked me to meet him. I’m going.” There was a pause on the other line, the faraway buzz of static in the air. Then Damisus's gravelly voice came through, laced with warning. "Be careful, Jonathan. Damon's not a