Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wolf University: Rejected by my Possessive Alpha Mate: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Johanis' POV If there was ever a moment that felt like we’d finally outrun the chaos of monsters and old magic and terrifying near-deaths—it was this.The afternoon sun was slanting through the trees, dappling the forest floor with gold. The breeze carried the scent of moss, warm bark, and the fading remains of Mama’s earlier baking. And for once, none of us were talking about battles or runes or ancient guardians.We were arguing. Loudly. Over teams.Yep, you read that fight. Just to talk about “teams”.“For the last time,” Sari groaned, “...you cannot make Lily a neutral party just because she’s small and fast!”“She’s literally the smallest and fastest!” Aya argued, arms crossed. “She should be the wild card. Like a forest ghost. Uncatchable.”“I like that role,” Lily piped up, floating a foot off the ground with her arms folded proudly. “Forest ghost sounds cool.”“No way,” Brinn said, stretching his arms overhead lazily. “You all just want her to be the wild card because you’re

Johanis' POVBy the time we reached the old smokehouse, our clothes were stained with forest dust and our lungs hurt from laughing too much. Brinn had leaves sticking out of his hair like antlers. Sari’s knees were scraped—again—and Lily had a pinecone in each pocket and a victorious grin like she’d just stolen the moon.Aya walked beside me, arms folded behind her head, humming like she hadn’t just chased half of us through every corner of the forest. Her braid was wild now, one side of her tunic smudged with something suspiciously purple. Probably berry guts. Again.The smokehouse stood quiet ahead of us, its weather-worn wood slanted just enough to look uninviting. Smoke didn't curl from the chimney. The windows were dark. The door was cracked open.Which immediately made all five of us stop.“Uhhh guys? Is it just me,” Brinn said slowly, “...or is that door usually shut?”“It’s always shut,” I replied. “Locked too.”Sari narrowed his eyes. “Maybe someone’s inside?”“Maybe it’s hau

Johanis’ POVEvening fell soft and slow, the way it always did in the hills of the Midnight Pack. The lanterns had taken on a softer glow, gold and pale blue swaying from high tree limbs. Somewhere near the river, someone played a flute—probably uncle Rio, who only remembered how to play after eating three berry cakes. The last family game before dinner was called Thread and Bond.Sounds elegant. In reality, it was chaos dressed up in sentiment. Pairs were given one long cloth ribbon and had to braid it together while doing a three-legged race through a winding trail. A test of cooperation. Balance. And, most importantly, not yeeting your partner into the bushes.“I can’t feel my leg anymore,” Brinn muttered as his mother dragged him down the hill at what could only be described as breakneck ‘mom speed.’Lily and Papa made it halfway before she got bored, floated ten feet into the air, and started narrating like a war historian. “AND HERE WE SEE THE FIERCE ALPHA, STRUGGLING WITH HIS

Johanis’ POVExactly one week after Family Week ended in a sticky, starry, pinecone-confession kind of blur, the forest no longer smelled like roasted tubers and whipped cream. It smelled like dirt. Like sweat. Like someone’s boot got too close to a dead squirrel and forgot to mention it.We were no longer rolling in pies and glitter.We were training.“NO, NO, NO—YOU CAN’T JUST YEET YOURSELF INTO DANGER AND HOPE IT WORKS OUT!” Uncle Rio bellowed, his voice echoing across the ridge like thunder on espresso.Lily groaned into the moss, face-down. “But what if I believe in the power of surprise?”“Nope. Surprise is not a strategy. Surprise is a byproduct of a good plan,” he snapped, striding forward with his usual chaotic grace. His boots were caked in dirt, his long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing wiry forearms and several bite scars he claimed were “character builders.” He blew the whistle around his neck for emphasis, which made Lily whimper dramatically.“Dead ag

Johanis' POV Someone was breathing on me.I didn’t mean like... peacefully. Not the warm, loving kind of breath that says ‘Good morning, dear sibling of mine, I bring you cinnamon buns and emotional support.'No.This was chaotic breath. Morning breath. Too-close-to-my-face breath.Then came the whisper.“Rise, Alpha of the Blankets.”I groaned. Why on Goddess’ name!? It's still so early!“Johaaa,” came a second voice—higher pitched, overly chipper, too full of menace for this hour.I cracked one eye open and was immediately greeted by Lily’s upside-down face. She was hanging off the top bunk like a deranged bat, hair a mess, glitter still stuck to her cheek from yesterday’s “pre-battle morale dance.”Behind her stood Brinn and Sari—both leaning dramatically into my doorway, arms folded like they were bouncers at a club exclusively for sleep-deprived teens. Aya, surprisingly, was the only one not performing interpretive chaos. She stood near the window, arms crossed, expression flat,