All Chapters of PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

TANYA'S POVHe texted me on a Thursday morning, two days after the inquiry, while I was sitting in Halloran's office, going over the third-phase preparation timeline.Kenneth: I know what you heard there. I know you were at the inquiry. Can we talk? Please. Not to fix anything. I just need you to hear it from me.I read the message twice, then set my phone face down on the desk while Halloran kept talking about intermediate variable measurement protocols. It sat there for the rest of the meeting like a stone in my peripheral vision.I knew what I wanted to do, which was nothing. Do not call him back, do not reply, do not grant him the conversation he was asking for on his schedule, because the formal process had made his name uncomfortably public. I'd been here before, the gap between what I wanted to do and what I'd actually need to do to close a thing properly. Research has taught me that. You couldn't write a finding you hadn't finished collecting for. You couldn't call something r

GIDEON'S POVThe Alpha council met on the first Friday of every month in a room on the third floor of the pack's administrative building that smelled like old wood and older decisions. I'd been sitting in that room since I was sixteen, first as an observer my father brought along to teach me what governance looked like up close, then as a junior representative during the transition preparation, then for the past year as something harder to categorize, not fully Alpha, not subordinate, the specific uncomfortable middle ground of a successor who hadn't yet succeeded.Today I was the one who'd called the meeting.There were seven of them: five senior council members who'd served under my father, Osei, who represented the High Council's regional oversight interests, and Rhea, who handled administrative records and sat in on anything that touched pack function attendance or community structure. I'd worked with all of them for the better part of a year. I knew which ones followed logic and

TANYA'S POVJanuary arrived with the particular coldness of a month that doesn't apologize for itself.I was at the Research Wing by seven forty-five, which was forty-five minutes before Elias, twenty minutes before the building's heating system had fully committed to the idea of warmth, and three hours and fifteen minutes before our first third-phase subject was scheduled to arrive. I sat at the bench in the main lab with my coffee and the session protocol document and read through it for what was, by actual count, the fourteenth time since December.Elias found me there when he came in at eight thirty, still in his coat, dropping his bag on the opposite bench."You've read that fourteen times," he said."Twelve," I said."I know your face when you've read something twelve times and your face when you've read it fourteen," he said. "It's fourteen." He hung up his coat. "What are you worried about?""I'm not worried," I said. "I'm preparing.""You prepared in August. You prepared in O

TANYA'S POVThe challenge arrived in the form of a paper.Not a confrontation, not a committee letter, not a pulled funding thread, just fourteen pages published in the Territorial Pack Medicine Review on the second Tuesday of February, authored by a researcher named Dr. Seun Abara from the Northern Institute, who had read the second-phase social integration findings and had conclusions about them that were not mine.Elias sent me the link at seven fifteen in the morning with a single line: You need to read this before Halloran does.I read it twice before my first coffee was finished. Then I read it a third time more slowly, looking for the part where Abara was wrong, and I didn't find it the way I wanted to.His argument was methodologically careful, which was the part I couldn't dismiss. He wasn't challenging the coefficient, point seven-three was point seven-three, he acknowledged the second-phase data as sound. What he was challenging was the mechanism hypothesis. The proposed c

GIDEON'S POVThree separate notifications arrived on the same Wednesday afternoon in March, which was either a coincidence or the universe's idea of efficient filing.The first came from Osei's office at one fifteen. A formal letter, properly headed, the kind that used full legal names and section references. I read it at my desk in the Alpha council administrative office, which I'd been using more frequently since January as the transition prep moved into its final phase.The Foundation compliance conditions had been formally adopted. All seventeen administrative actions cited in the High Council's quarterly report were on record. The charter revision was complete and had been filed with the regional oversight body that morning. The two northern territory scholars, both of whom had been quietly supported through the advocacy review process since November, were confirmed in their current positions with full documentation of the circumstances that had originally placed them there. Th