Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE JESSICA Point of View A knock on my door came. Three sharp raps, authoritative and impatient. Jonathan pushed the door open, his broad frame filling the entrance. Light from the corridor spilled around him, casting his shadow long across my floor. His face bore the same impassive expression he always wore in public, but there was something else there tonight. A glint of satisfaction in his eyes that made my stomach tighten. "Jessica," he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. The space immediately felt smaller, the air heavier with his presence. I straightened my shoulders, lifting my chin slightly. "Jonathan." He moved further into the room, his gaze sweeping over me, assessing. I fought the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. "You did well today," he said finally. "During the meeting." The praise should have warmed me. It was what I'd been working toward, after all. His approval, his recognition of my value to him and the pack. Ins

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THREE DAMON Point of View The sun beat down mercilessly as I landed another hard blow against the practice dummy. Sweat poured down my face, stinging my eyes, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The physical exertion was the only thing keeping me sane these days. Around me, the training ground buzzed with activity. younger pack members sparring, veterans demonstrating combat techniques, the occasional grunt or yelp punctuating the otherwise methodical rhythm of training. I had been here since dawn, working myself to exhaustion, trying to quiet the storm of thoughts that had plagued me since everything went to hell. My fist connected with the practice dummy again, the impact sending a jolt of pain up my arm. Good. Pain was clarifying. Pain was real. Everything else felt like shifting sand beneath my feet. "Alpha Damon." I ignored the voice, launching into another series of strikes, each one harder than the last. The leather of the dummy was beginning to crack under the

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIVE DAMON Point of View I stood in front of Jason's room, my eyes fixed on his door. I hesitated at the entrance, my hand poised to knock on the heavy metal door. Our last encounter hadn't exactly been friendly. The memory of his face contorted with rage and betrayal was still fresh in my mind. I had no choice. With Jay's information about Tyla's imprisonment weighing heavily on my conscience, I needed allies, and Jason was one of the few people I trusted with something this delicate. If he would even speak to me, that is. Taking a deep breath, I rapped my knuckles against the door, the sound echoing in the empty alley. No response. I knocked again, harder this time. "Jason," I called out. "It's Damon. We need to talk." Silence stretched for several long moments. Then, just as I was about to turn away, the sound of locks disengaging reached my ears. The door cracked open an inch, and a single eye peered out at me. "What do you want?" The voice was familiar, but

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN JONATHAN Point of View I watched the Alpha King stand up for me, offering a lifeline when everyone else was ready to cut me loose. But instead of the gratitude I should have felt, a storm of anxiety churned in my gut. The other alphas and elders weren't really in support of it. "We've already extended too much leniency," one of the older elders disagreed. "How many more chances must we give before acknowledging what's plainly before us?" Alpha Jamel nodded in agreement, his massive frame seeming to expand with his anger. 'My pack has suffered real consequences while we wait. Empty stomachs. Weakened defenses. These aren't trivial matters. We are running out of weapons, and if we peradventure get attacked, how will we fight?" Jamel's statements were selfish. One would think that he was the only Alpha who had things in the shipment that got missing. I wanted to speak, to defend myself again, but the glares directed my way made it clear my words held no va

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE DAMON Point of View I paced back and forth, my patience wearing thin as I waited for Jay to arrive. The meeting spot we'd chosen was secluded enough that we wouldn't be overheard, but the waiting was driving me crazy. Every second that passed felt like forever, and my mind kept replaying the events of the past few weeks. When I finally spotted him approaching through the trees, I delt both relief and anger at the same time. Jay moved with the confident stride of someone who held power, but there was something guarded in his expression, a wariness that hadn't been there before. Jay nodded as he reached me. "Damon." "We need to talk," I said, cutting straight to the point. "About Jonathan." Jay's expression hardened, but he said nothing, waiting for me to continue. "Why is he doing this to me?" I demanded, unable to keep the frustration from my voice. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I had to consciously force them to relax. "I already let him