All Chapters of Wolf University: Rejected by my Possessive Alpha Mate: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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Side Story 4.78 - What Lurks Beyond

Jhoanna's POVA week had passed since the last chaotic ordeal, and yet, here we were—once again at the mercy of our children’s antics. Only this time, it wasn’t just mischief.It was fear. Real, raw fear that gripped my chest so tightly I could barely breathe.Liliana was missing.The entire pack was in turmoil. Warriors had been deployed. Scouts had scoured every inch of our territory. The best trackers had followed her scent—only to meet dead ends as if she had vanished into thin air.Hans and I had tried to reach her through the mind link, but it was like screaming into a void. No response. Nothing.I had never felt this helpless before.My daughter, my baby girl, was gone.A choked sob escaped me as I gripped Hans’ arm. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the strain in his muscles, his golden eyes burning with fury and desperation.“We will find her,” he promised, voice rough, but even he sounded uncertain.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing. “She’s j

Side Story 4.79 - Breaking Tradition

Jhoanna's POVThe darkness swallowed me whole.It wasn’t just the absence of light—it was something deeper, something that wrapped around my body like ice-cold chains, dragging me into the void.For a brief, terrifying moment, I felt weightless, disconnected from everything.Then—pain.A sharp, searing pain shot through my skull, forcing my senses to snap back into focus. My knees hit the ground hard, my vision blurring as I gasped for breath. The air was thick, heavy, filled with something sickly and rotten.Hans’ voice cut through the haze. “Jhoanna!”I forced my eyes open. The clearing was no longer a clearing. The tree had changed. Its gnarled branches stretched out like skeletal arms, its roots writhing across the ground like living creatures. Shadows pooled at its base, twisting and shifting, forming the shape of something—a figure, tall and thin, its body more shadow than flesh.It had no face. Just hollow, glowing slits where eyes should be.And it was reaching for my daughte

Side Story 4.80 - Magic & Mayhem

Jhoanna’s POVMorning sunlight streamed through the trees, casting golden patches on the grass where Johanis stood with his hands stretched out. My eight-year-old son's brow was furrowed in concentration, his tiny lips moving as he chanted under his breath. In front of him, a small ball of violet light hovered in the air, flickering like a candle.“That’s it,” I encouraged, watching closely. “Keep your focus steady.”To his side, Rio stood with his arms crossed, observing with skeptical amusement. “Magic is so weird.”I shot him a glance. “You say that every time.”“And every time, it remains true,” Rio muttered. “No claws, no fangs, just floating lights and strange voices—”Johanis, never one to let a remark slide, turned his head slightly. “Would you like me to turn you into a frog?”Rio’s eyes widened. “You can do that?”Johanis smirked. “Nope. But I like that you believed it for a second.”Rio grumbled under his breath, ruffling Johanis’ hair roughly as the boy laughed. I shook my

Side Story 4.81 - Baking Mishap

Johanis’ POVLily had the look.The same wide-eyed, determined expression she wore whenever she had an idea—an idea that, without fail, would lead to absolute chaos. I knew this because I had been roped into many of her “brilliant plans” before.I just couldn’t say no to my precious little sister.This time, her grand scheme involved baking a cake for Papa’s birthday.“Johaaa, we have to make it special,” Lily insisted, tugging at my sleeve as we stood in the kitchen. “It has to be the bestest cake ever!”I eyed the ingredients spread out before us—flour, eggs, sugar, milk—stuff I had seen Mama use before but never actually used myself. “But Lily, we don’t know how to make a cake.”She gasped, affronted. “Mama makes it all the time! We just have to mix stuff.”“That’s not how baking works.”“It is if we try really hard.”I groaned. This was already a disaster waiting to happen, but there was no way I was getting out of it. Lily had that look in her eyes, the one that made it impossibl

Side Story 4.82 - Operation Tooth Fairy

Jhoanna's POVIt started with a shriek that sent my heart leaping into my throat.“MAMA! MAMA! MAMAAAAAA!”I dropped the laundry basket right there in the hallway and sprinted into the living room, already imagining blood, broken bones, or some kind of apocalyptic disaster involving magic gone wrong. But instead, I found my daughter standing in the center of the room with her mouth wide open and a tiny white tooth cupped delicately in her hand.“It came out!” she cried, grinning proudly. Her voice trembled with excitement. “My first tooth, Mama!”I exhaled, placing a hand over my wildly beating heart. “Lily, sweetie, you scared me half to death.”“But look!” she held it up like it was treasure, eyes sparkling. “The Tooth Fairy is going to come tonight!”And just like that, I knew we were in for it.Hans wandered in a few moments later, pausing at the doorway. “What’s going on?”Lily raced over to him, practically leaping into his arms. “Papa! My tooth came out! The Tooth Fairy is comi

Side Story 4.83 - Buzzing Bravery

Liliana's POVI didn’t mean to scream.Not like that. But when I woke up, the shadows in my room weren’t just shadows. They slithered. Crawled. They looked like roots..And for a second—just one second—I was back there.Back in the forest. Back under that awful tree.—--My fingers curled around Mr. Bumble—my bee stuff toy—-as the memory hit me like falling down a dark hole. The branches had hands. They reached for me. They grabbed me. Something cold slid around my ankle. I couldn't move. I couldn’t scream. It looked at me. No face. Just eyes like holes.I remember choking on the smell—like rotting leaves and something dead. I remember Mama yelling. I remember blue fire. I remember Johanis’ voice cutting through the dark like a sword. “Let my sister go.” Then... light. And I could breathe again.—---But now—tonight—my room felt wrong. The shadows on the wall stretched too long. The wind whispered through the window, and I could hear it saying things, like it rem

Side Story 4.84 - We Don't Run

Liliana's POVThe next morning, the sunlight felt gentler than usual. It peeked through my older brother’s curtains like it was checking on us. Like it was making sure we were still here—still okay.He was snoring softly, his arm thrown over Mr. Bumble like the bee had gone to war and earned his respect. I giggled to myself seeing this side of Joha. For sure if I told him about this, he would not believe it.I stayed still for a while, listening to the birds outside, the hum of safety in the walls. No shadows moved. No trees whispered. The world was... still.But I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.About the blood.About how fast it had happened.One second he was laughing, sword-toothbrush in hand. The next—he was on the ground, holding his arm with that look on his face. Like he didn’t know how to tell me he was scared too.And even though he smiled now—even though he was breathing, alive, here—it still twisted something deep inside me. A kind of ache. Not the kind that makes

Side Story 4.85 - A Doorway?

Liliana's POVThe morning after the bleeding and the creeping and the not-sleeping, I thought things might finally feel normal again.They didn’t.Mama made pancakes. Papa hummed while fixing the squeaky back door hinge. Johanis flung syrup packets at me like they were ninja stars. Everything looked right. But my chest still had that buzz. That weird little whisper, like the wind was waiting to say something again.After breakfast, Papa said we could go outside—"just around the house, not far, stay where I can hear you"—so of course we went to the woods.The trees behind the pack mansion were supposed to be safe. That’s what Mama always said. They were our trees. Guarded. Watched. The boundary spells shimmered faintly in the light like stretched spiderwebs, and Johanis dared me to touch one once when we were little. I did. My hand tingled for an hour.But today, they didn’t shimmer.Johanis noticed first. “Hey. Where’s the glow?”I squinted. He was right. The edges of the trees—the sp

Side Story 4.86 - Whispers in the Dirt

Liliana's POVMama and Papa told us the most basic of it all.How to draw shape salt circles. How to whisper spells. How to listen for the air changing.But of course, I hadn't manifested my witch powers yet. So, we are just drawing, memorizing lines and learning how to notice our surroundings.Although honestly, I think it is already an innate ability of ours to do so.Mr. Bumble got a chalk sigil on his belly. Johanis carved runes into sticks like they were toys.It wasn’t just pretending anymore. Something was coming.But this time, we wouldn’t hide.We’d stand together. Even if it bled. Even if it crawled. Even if it had no face!Because we had each other. We always do..—---That night, the wind outside was loud. Not howling, just… alive. Like it had somewhere to go but paused to peek through the windows first.I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and found Johanis already sitting beside me, cross-legged, his hand on Mr. Bumble's fuzzy head between us.“Bad dream again?” he asked,

Side Story 4.87 - Named

Liliana's POV“We are going to the village elder.” Mama said and Papa froze. As if time was still.“You’re kidding, right?”“Hans. We need to know more about this.. enemy we’ll possibly be dealing with in the future.” Mama glared at him. Papa could only groan and agree.Johanis looked at them and sighed. “Being married surely is tiring.”Our parents chuckled but mama said it is much too early for us to be thinking about it.She's right, though. We aren't even sure if we could survive this whole tree monster dilemma.And thus back to the village elder.Said elder didn’t live in the pack, by the way.No.She lived near it, yes. (Papa’s definition of near is not to be trusted.)On the crooked edge of a hill that forgot it was once a mountain. Her house was more tree than home—roots curling over the roof, moss blanketing the chimney, and windows that blinked like sleepy eyes when the wind passed through.Papa didn’t knock. He just stepped forward and whispered something into the old wood

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