LOGINI pulled out my phone. Texted Marcus: *Hey, status update? How's pack defense going?* The response came immediately: *All quiet. Rogues haven't returned. Nate, where are you? You and Alpha Jeremy disappeared—* *With Rose. Handling mate bond stuff. Be back soon.* *Good. Give Rose my best. Tell
"No." Rose's voice was firm. "We're doing this. We're getting answers. We're—we're ending this so I can go home." Home. She called Crescent Moon Pack home. Despite everything. Despite the threats and attacks and war. That was—that was everything. A car approached. Old. Beaten. Not pack vehicle
"He's right." Dad sighed. "Cas, if Rose is determined—and it sounds like she is—we need to work with that. Make the meeting as secure as possible. Get the information. And if it's a trap, we're prepared to respond." Uncle Cas was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Fine. But we do this my way. Full va
The Rejected Mate Nate pov I stood in my father's office, having just delivered the news about Jessica's contact with Rose. Dad looked furious. Uncle Cas looked—lethal. Both processing the information at vampire and Alpha speed. "Jessica Matthews contacted Rose directly," Dad repeated. "Afte
"Then that's something for pack justice to sort out. Not for my mate to handle personally." His voice softened. "Rose, please. Don't do this. Don't meet Jessica. Don't leave Nightshade security. Don't—don't give extremists another chance to hurt you." "But if she has information that ends the war—
*I'm sending you proof. One piece. Then you decide if you believe me.* A photo appeared. Grainy. Taken from distance. But clear enough. A wolf I recognized. Standing with known rogues. Discussing something. The timestamp showed two days ago—the day before the ultimatum messages started. I zoom
"Like the hunters themselves trained them." "Or like they've been planning this for a very long time." We sat in silence for a moment, processing the weight of what we were facing. Not a random threat. Not an opportunistic attack. Something planned. Something deliberate. Something that had been
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The afternoon sun was streaming through the living room windows when Lord Castellan arrived. I'd called him—or rather, Jeremy had, through a secure channel Lord Castellan himself had provided months ago. A direct line that bypassed all pack communications. Jeremy had
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The armory felt different this time. Quieter. More controlled. No pack-wide mobilization, no warrior teams gearing up together with the energy of anticipated battle. Just me. Lord Castellan. Three of his most trusted vampire lieutenants. My father. And Marcus—the on
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The pack house was quiet in the pre-dawn stillness. Grace had finally fallen asleep after her 4 AM feeding, and I'd settled into the rocking chair by the window, watching the sky lighten with anticipation. Jeremy was coming home. The strike had been successful. The hu







