All Chapters of Once Rejected, Twice Mated: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Gregory's POV It had been over seven months since Stephanie walked out of my life, and with each passing day, I felt like I was losing pieces of myself. My wolf was always on edge, pacing, howling, and snapping at everything. We were both restless and miserable. The silence in the packhouse was deafening. I had stopped attending pack and council meetings. I no longer trained the warriors or joined the full moon hunts. I had stopped caring.Everything was falling apart.The elder council kept pressuring me to take a new Luna. They claimed the pack needed stability and that our reputation was declining. Without a Luna, I risked losing my throne. I knew they were right, but every time I looked at those women who threw themselves at me with rehearsed smiles and desperate ambition, bile rose in my throat.I had a missing family out there. Two sons and a woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.My health had deteriorated. I barely ate. I drank too much. The healer was in and out more tim

Stephanie's POV I didn't expect the tears.They came suddenly and without warning, burning hot tracks down my cheeks as I looked at Davies and my voice trembled with disbelief. “Why are you doing this, Davies? Why are you asking me to go back to a man who should be your enemy?”Davies chuckled softly, but there was a sadness in his eyes that tugged at my heart. "Because I am a man, Stephanie. And more than that, I understand what it means to lose someone you love deeply” He leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, gaze steady. “I see the way you talk about Gregory. You still love him, even if you're too hurt to admit it.”“I don’t…”“You do,” he said gently. “And that’s okay. I’ve made peace with it.”My lips parted, but words failed me.Davies looked away for a second before turning back. "We’ve had our past, you and I," he continued. "And believe me, it took me months to come to terms with everything. But I have. I’ve come to the painful yet freeing realization that I cannot

Stephanie's POV Being a Lycan came with its own burdens, far more than I was ready for.Lycans were different from other wolves, they healed faster, aged slower, and had more heightened senses. They could shift even without a full moon and their strength during battles was unmatched. But their rage was the most terrifying part. When angered, they were feral, almost uncontrollable. And now, I was raising one.I sat on the edge of the rooftop beside Davies. The wind was chilly and tugged at my hair, but the worry in my chest burned hotter than anything."I can't stop thinking about it," I confessed, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. "Being a Lycan is one thing, but our son he's more than that. And he's just a child."Davies leaned back on his elbows, exhaling slowly. "I know. But he's not alone. He has you. He has Gregory. He has me. We'll train him. We'll protect him. He won't grow into his power blindly."I shook my head. "That's not even the main thing weighing on me. I... I'

Stephanie's POV Lisa was perfect. She was like a sister I never had. From the moment she moved into the Alpha wing, it was as if she had been part of our lives forever. The twins adored her, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. She had this warm, patient aura, always knew exactly what they needed even before they could say it. She fed them at the right time, gave them their supplements without me reminding her, and took them on their evening walks with so much joy you would think they were her own.When Gregory and I went for a three day trip, I expected at least a few distressed calls or cranky tantrums. But nothing. The boys were perfectly fine. “Lisa lets us eat dessert first,” one of them had giggled when I got back, beaming like he had won the lottery.At first, the idea of someone else stepping so easily into the motherly role I fought tooth and nail to master made me uneasy. But truthfully, it felt good to ha

Stephanie’s POVThe moment I stepped into the twins’ room, something inside me cracked. The feeling was sharp, cold and violent. I didn’t need a second glance as the silence already told me everything just as the emptiness of the left side of the bed. Davies’ son was gone.My throat closed instantly, I didn’t scream not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t. My hands trembled as I moved closer to the small, rumpled blanket that was still warm with his fading heat. He had been here moments ago. Whoever took him didn’t take their time and knew exactly what they were after.I forced air into my lungs and reached for the bond. It was thin, faint, but present. My voice trembled through the mindlink, but I forced it to steady. “Davies, answer me. It’s urgent,” I said, digging my hands into my thigh as my heart slammed against my chest in fury. For a second, silence was the response and just when I was going to reinitiate the request, the response came through. “Stephanie?”