Semua Bab Wolf University: Rejected by my Possessive Alpha Mate: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Jhoanna’s POVThe demon’s massive form loomed outside, its jagged horns scraping against the sky as it released a guttural roar that shook the packhouse. Hannah growled within me, clawing to get out, but I stayed rooted, holding the barrier steady. Every second felt like an eternity as sweat dripped from my forehead, my hands trembling from the effort of maintaining my witch powers.My mate was out there. I could see his black wolf darting in and out of the demon’s reach, slashing at its legs with precision. He was fast, but the demon was faster. My chest tightened with fear every time its claws came dangerously close to him. Even Hannah cannot help herself but whimper everytime that happens.The barrier flickered again, and mom’s sharp voice broke through my panic. “Jhoanna, please focus!”I clenched my jaw and forced my gaze away from the chaos outside. The chant continued, the ancient words flowing from my lips with a power that wasn’t entirely my own—it is a combination of Hannah’

Jhoanna’s POV- Months Later - The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my back ached. Again. The second thing was the sharp smell of lavender wafting from the diffuser on the nightstand—a smell I’d grown to despise over the past month. Apparently, lavender was supposed to help with mood swings. Spoiler alert: it didn’t.I let out an annoyed grunt and rolled onto my side, clutching my growing belly as I struggled to find a comfortable position. “Hans!” I called, my voice sharper than I intended.Moments later, the door creaked open, and Hans stepped in, his hair slightly tousled and his ever-patient expression firmly in place. He was holding a steaming mug in one hand and what looked like a stack of papers in the other.“Good morning, sunshine,” he said with infuriating cheerfulness, placing the mug on my nightstand. “How’s my favorite grumpy Luna doing today?”I shot him a glare, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that I was buried under three blankets

Hans’s POVA week later, chaos erupted in the pack. It started in the most mundane way. I was in the meeting hall with the elders, going over plans for the upcoming harvest festival, when Elder Magnus suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his brow furrowing as if he’d just remembered something crucial.“Alpha,” he said, leaning forward, his voice grave, “...shouldn’t the Luna have given birth by now?”The room fell silent.“What?” I blinked, caught completely off guard.“Gestation for wolves is four months,” Elder Cecilia chimed in, her voice tinged with alarm. “Luna Jhoanna has been pregnant for over four months now, hasn’t she?”I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The realization struck me like a slap to the face. Of course, wolves only carried their pups for four months. But Jhoanna wasn’t just a wolf—she had witch blood. And as much as I hated to admit it, I had no idea what that meant for her pregnancy.The murmurs started immediately.“Is the pup okay?” “Could there be compli

Hans’ POVThe moment we finalized our plan, the pack shifted into action. Garrick and his trackers disappeared into the woods, their paws silent against the damp earth as they pursued the thieves. Rio had already started barking orders at the remaining warriors, organizing ration distributions and assigning patrols to tighten security.Meanwhile, I prepared to leave.I strapped my dagger to my belt, ensuring it sat snug against my hip. Not that I expected trouble—yet. But something about this whole situation didn’t sit right with me. The way the supplies were stolen so cleanly, so deliberately, without a single guard noticing… It reeked of something more than just a desperate pack looking to trade at our expense.Jhoanna lingered nearby, watching me as I readied myself. Her lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over her growing belly.“I still don’t like this,” she admitted. “You shouldn’t be going alone.”I sighed, adjusting the sheath. “I won’t be alone. Rio’s coming.” She sc

Jhoanna’s POVA low growl rumbled in my chest as I took a step forward, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. My wolf surged, claws itching beneath my skin, demanding justice. The sight of our scout—barely conscious, his face swollen and streaked with blood—sent a sharp bolt of fury through me.The scarred man chuckled, tilting his head as he watched me. “I take it you recognize him?”I forced myself to stay calm even though all I want is to snap his neck right at this very moment. “What do you want?”His smirk widened. “A conversation.” He gestured lazily toward the scout. “A show of good faith, if you will. A little proof that we are not your enemies.”I scoffed. “You beat one of my people half to death and expect me to believe that?”His silver eyes glinted with something unreadable. “Oh, this? Consider it a misunderstanding. My wolves can be… overzealous when dealing with trespassers.” He crouched beside the scout, gripping his hair and yanking his head back. The man groaned