All Chapters of Wolf University: Rejected by my Possessive Alpha Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Jhoanna's POVThe morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the packhouse. The scent of freshly baked pastries and spiced honey filled the air as omegas bustled around, setting up decorations for Johanis’ birthday. The packhouse was already lively, laughter and chatter echoing from the hall.I sighed, smoothing a hand over my growing belly as I leaned back in my chair. Five months had passed since Hans had smugly declared me pregnant, and my belly was now undeniable proof that he had been right. Not that he ever let me forget it.“Momma! Momma!”A blur of golden curls and boundless energy sprinted toward me. Johanis, my little birthday boy, came to an abrupt halt beside my chair, his golden eyes shining with excitement. “Are they here yet?”I smiled, ruffling his hair. “Who, love?”Johanis huffed impatiently, like I should already know. “Grandma! Grandpa! And Grancles Aidan and Jayden and Gran-aunt Tilly and Tavian!”Before I could answer, the front doors swung

Jhoanna's POVThe so-called Second Birthday was in full swing, and, to my eternal exhaustion, my brother had somehow actually pulled it off.There were mountains of food, an absurd amount of decorations, and—true to my fears—a marching band.Yes. A marching band.Samuel had truly outdone himself. Not only had he secured a group of musicians, but he had also insisted they wear dramatic red and gold uniforms like we were hosting a grand royal event.And to make matters worse, Johanis was having the absolute time of his life.At the moment, he was sitting atop Samuel’s shoulders, waving a tiny flag as if he were leading a parade.Hans, standing beside me, nudged my shoulder. “This might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Hans, I am five months pregnant, and this entire day has felt like a fever dream.”He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me. “You love it.”“No. I tolerate it. As always, with all of you.” I affectionately answered.And then, a

Jhoanna's POVJohanis had that look in his eyes.The one that always meant trouble.Before I could even ask what he was up to, he turned on his heel and bolted out the door, his little feet pattering against the wooden floors.“Johanis!” I called, half-rising from the bed even if I was still ever so weak. Hans placed a firm hand on my shoulder.“I’ll get him,” he said, already pushing himself up.I shook my head. “Let him go. He’s not going far.”Hans frowned, clearly unconvinced, but he stayed put. He didn’t trust our son’s sudden bursts of energy, especially not in the middle of the night. Especially now of all times where I had given birth.But I knew Johanis. Whatever had just crossed his mind was something he needed to do. Or I at least hope so..Mira, who had been watching the whole thing with mild amusement, arched a brow. “Should I even ask what that was about?”I sighed. “Who knows? He gets ideas, and then he runs with them. Literally.”Hans grumbled under his breath about mi

Jhoanna's POVTime had a funny way of slipping by.It felt like just yesterday that Liliana had been a tiny bundle in my arms, blinking up at us with wide, curious eyes. Now, months later, she was still small but filled with endless energy—especially when her big brother was around.At the moment, that same big brother was sprawled on the floor, making exaggerated faces as Liliana sat in front of him, giggling at his antics. She was dressed in one of her little soft dresses—one that Samuel had insisted on gifting her, despite my protests that she’d outgrow it in weeks—and her chubby little fingers were curled around one of Johanis’ hands.“She’s so cute,” Johanis declared, grinning as he gently wiggled his fingers to make her laugh. “I bet she’s gonna be super fast when she gets big like me.”“She’ll be faster than you,” Hans said from his spot near the couch, arms folded as he smirked. “I’ll make sure of it.”Johanis gasped, scandalized. “Papa, no! I’m supposed to be the fastest in t

Jhoanna's POVThe silence was too good to be true.I had just settled into my chair with a warm cup of tea when a loud, familiar crash echoed from outside.Hans, sitting across from me, exhaled deeply. “Again?”I rubbed my temples. “It’s been less than an hour.”Before either of us could get up, the office doors burst open, and in stormed Rio—looking like he had aged five years in the span of an afternoon. His usually well-groomed hair was a disheveled mess, his clothes were covered in dirt and what I could only assume was flour, and there was a faint twitch in his left eye.“I quit,” he declared, pointing a trembling finger at me.I blinked. “Quit what?”“Being responsible for your demon spawns,” Rio shot back, voice high with exasperation. “I am done. Finished. Retiring at the ripe age of thirty. I will leave. Disappear. Fake my death if necessary.”Hans smirked. “That bad, huh?”Rio scoffed, throwing his hands up. “THAT BAD?! Jhoanna, Hans, I have fought wars. I have faced rogue at