Masuk"You should be training. Should be learning Beta responsibilities. Should be—" A contraction made me scream. Actual scream. The pain was—unbearable. "I'm exactly where I should be. With my mate. Supporting you through birth. Rose, there's nowhere else I'd rather be." More contractions. Closer to
A sharp pain cut through my abdomen. Different from the constant ache. Sharper. More intense. I gasped. Grabbed Nate's arm. "That—that was—" Another pain. Stronger. Radiating through my entire stomach. "Contractions," Nate said immediately. Sitting up. "Rose, those are contractions. You're—you
The Rejected Mate Rose pov I woke up wrapped in Nate's arms, feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks. Last night had been—perfect. Exactly what I needed. A reminder that I was more than just pregnant. More than just a vessel carrying a hybrid baby. I was Rose. Nate's mate. A vampire who was l
We ate together. Talked about things that weren't pregnancy-related. About books she'd been reading. About pack politics I was learning. About Uncle Cas's latest coven drama. Normal conversation between mates instead of constant medical discussions. And Rose—Rose relaxed. Laughed. Looked like hers
The Rejected Mate Nate pov Rose was four months pregnant now, and I could see the toll it was taking on her. Not just physically—though the baby bump was prominent now, making movement difficult and sleep nearly impossible. But emotionally. Mentally. She'd been so down lately. Crying over smal
"What?" "You're being too hard on yourself. Holding yourself to impossible standards. Expecting to maintain pre-pregnancy capabilities while your body is literally creating new life." He paused. "Rose, pregnancy is hard. Hybrid pregnancy is harder. You're allowed to struggle. Allowed to need help.
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The council chamber was packed—all fifteen council members seated around the ancient oak table, with my father presiding at the head. Pack law required council presence for capital punishment votes, and everyone knew what today's meeting would decide. Vanessa's exec
"No." I cut him off. "Jeremy, you're responsible for your choices. For the affair, for the lying, for the betrayal. But you're not responsible for Vanessa hiring assassins and leading a pack assault. Those were her choices. Her crimes." "Dr. Chen said something similar. That I can't take responsib
I stared at her, stunned. She'd never yelled at me like this before. Never lost control in quite this way. "You want to take responsibility for something?" Emma continued, her voice shaking. "Take responsibility for actually healing. For doing the work in therapy. For being present instead of drow
"That's not true," Jeremy said, his voice breaking. "Emma, you were never—" "It felt true!" I shouted, the anger finally breaking free. "It felt like I didn't matter! Like I was just a means to an end, a broodmare with the right bloodline!" The words hung in the air between us, raw and painful.







