Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Mate's Revenge: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 209

GABELaura leaned in closer, watching my screen. “So that’s Mila’s dad, huh?”Frederick sat in the living space, flanked by a few rogues he’d brought with him, quietly listening as Camila shared yet another story about Mila. He looked tense—understandably so. Reuniting with a daughter you thought was dead, especially after mourning her at a grave, only to realize she’d been standing right in front of you the whole time without you recognizing her… that kind of weight didn’t lift easily. Still, watching them finally connect, even through the awkward tension, gave me hope.“When did Mila say she was coming back?”Laura shrugged. “She was still at dinner with your brother and mom. I would think she would be rushing back after you texted her.”“Maybe

MILAI thought we were safe. My body moved on autopilot as I grabbed Noah from the back seat, twisting just in time to shield him from the impact. Pain exploded in my ribs, white-hot and unrelenting, but I held him tighter. His cries were muffled against my chest, his small fingers digging into my shoulders. I checked for injuries. He was fine. Just scared. The car had slammed into the railing on the cliffside. Luckily we didn’t go over.“It’s okay, baby. We’re fine,” I whispered, forcing calm into my voice. “We’re okay.”The car had slammed into the guardrail. By some miracle, we hadn’t gone over the cliff. Rayne stirred inside me, already working to heal the fractures along my side. “Three broken ribs, twisted ankle, and possible bruised lung,” she muttered, but she wasn’t focused on the pain. Neither of us were.I gritted my teeth and pushed open the door. Every inch of my body screamed in protest, but I needed to get Noah to safety. He clung to me like a second skin, his breath

GABEThe clink of metal echoed faintly as I leaned against the dungeon wall. Arianna sat at the table, wrists unshackled for the moment, her hands moving with quiet grace as she finished the last signature on the paperwork. Her skin was pale, lips chapped, but there was still something defiant in the tilt of her chin, like even now, she refused to bow to the consequences of her choices.She slid the folder across the table. “It’s done. You have full custody now. Happy?”I took the folder without looking at her, my jaw tight. I nodded, but the word wouldn’t come. I’d won. Noah was mine. And yet… there was no triumph in it. Just the bitter taste of what it cost.Arianna watched me, eyes narrowing. “Will I get to see him?” she asked, voice softening. “A letter, maybe? A visit?”I looked at her then, really looked. The bruises had faded, but the damage she caused hadn’t. I saw Mila lying unconscious on that bed for a week. My little Noah’s tiny body in the hospital recuperating. I would n

MILAThe Luna celebration was in full swing. Lanterns floated like stars above the pack grounds, casting warm golden light over dancing figures, tables overflowing with food, and laughter that felt… real. Free. Every face I passed held a smile, a nod of approval, or a look of pride. My people. My pack. And for the first time… they were truly mine.I stood near the edge of the festivities, watching as Camila spun in a ridiculous circle with a drink in each hand while Alex and Jenna tried to keep her from crashing into the dessert table. Noah clung to Gabe’s leg before breaking free and joining the other pups near the dance floor, where they were chasing glowing confett