Todos os capítulos de Wolf University: Rejected by my Possessive Alpha Mate: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Jhoanna’s POVMira hovered at my side, her warm presence a welcome contrast to the exhaustion weighing down my limbs. Despite my aching body, I felt strangely content. The scent of my pup filled the air, soft and new, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected.Mira, ever the ray of sunshine, leaned in with a teasing grin. “So,” she murmured, “..do you want to know the gender now?”I blinked up at her, considering it for a moment. The curiosity had been gnawing at me since the moment I held my pup, but then I thought of Hans—his absence, his voice in my mind promising to return.I exhaled softly, shaking my head. “I’ll wait for my mate.”Mira’s lips twitched, her gaze turning fond. “You’re going to make him cry, you know that?”I let out a weak laugh. “Hans? Cry?” I scoffed. “I’d have to knock him unconscious first.”Before Mira could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps reached my ears. My heart leaped for a moment, and then—Hans strode into the room.Relief hit me like a wave, stro

Jhoanna’s POVThat very night, after our mind link with our parents, the healer’s wing finally fell into silence. The only sounds left were the quiet hum of the night beyond the windows, the occasional crackling of the lantern, and the soft, steady breaths of our newborn son nestled against my chest. The warmth of his tiny body grounded me, even as exhaustion pulled at my limbs.Hans sat beside me, his fingers absentmindedly tracing slow circles on my arm as he stared at our son with an unreadable expression. His sharp features were softer in the dim candlelight, but I knew better than to be fooled by that. His mind was working—thinking, calculating, probably overanalyzing every little detail about the future.I sighed, already sensing where this was going."You’re thinking too much," I murmured, my voice quiet but firm.Hans blinked, as if pulled from his thoughts. "Am I not allowed to think about our son?""You are," I said, shifting slightly, "..but you’re brooding. And we both kno

Hans’ POVThe first thing I felt upon waking was warmth. The kind that seeps into your bones, the kind that makes you never want to move again.I opened my eyes slowly, greeted by the most precious sight I had ever seen—my mate and our son.Jhoanna was still asleep, her features relaxed, her hair spilling over the pillow in soft waves. And in her arms, nestled against her chest, was Johanis.My son.The thought still sent a strange, unfamiliar feeling through me—something fierce and overwhelming, something so deep it settled into the very marrow of my bones.I shifted carefully, propping myself up on an elbow as I gazed at them. Johanis' tiny fists were curled against his chest, his face serene, his breathing even. I had never seen anything so small, so delicate. And yet, I already knew that if anything—anything—ever tried to harm him, I would tear the world apart. Just as I would do if something happened to my Luna.I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Then, unable

Jhoanna's POVThe meeting dragged on, a mix of tense discussions and sharp exchanges as we mapped out the initial steps to prepare for the Shadowborn threat. Plans for strengthening the borders, reinforcing patrols, and maintaining alliances dominated the conversation. Through it all, I kept my composure—but my mind never strayed far from the precious bundle cradled in my arms.Hans remained calm, issuing orders with the authority only an Alpha could wield, but every so often, his gaze softened when it landed on Johanis. And, well, that was enough to keep me from snapping at him again. For now.“Strengthening the eastern border is a priority,” Elira said firmly. “If the Shadowborn are scouting for weaknesses, that’s where they’ll strike first.”Hans nodded, his jaw tight. “I’ll assign extra warriors to that perimeter. And I want constant reports from the night patrols.”As the discussion continued, I found my attention drifting to Johanis. His tiny face scrunched slightly before he le

Jhoanna’s POVThree days had passed since Johanis' naming ceremony, and the pack was still riding the high of celebration. The feast had lasted long into the night, with music, stories, and, of course, Rio making a complete spectacle of himself. The memory of him dramatically reciting an old warrior's tale atop a table—only to fall straight into the firewood pile—was something I would cherish forever. It had started innocently enough. Someone had mentioned an old legend, a tale of a warrior who single-handedly took down a mountain lion to save his pack. Of course, Rio, in all his theatrical glory, had deemed himself the perfect storyteller for the occasion. Standing atop one of the tables near the fire, he had begun his performance, his voice deep and commanding, hands gesturing wildly as he reenacted the battle.It was going well—too well.The pack had been completely enthralled, laughter and cheers breaking out at his exaggerated dramatics. But then, in a moment of pure Rio miscalc