Semua Bab Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Envy's Shadow Marissa stalked away from the barbecue, humiliation burning through her as she gathered her friends around her. Lisa and Jen followed dutifully, knowing their alpha female needed to vent after her public failure with Matthew. "Did you see how smug she was?" Marissa hissed once they were safely away from the main gathering. "Flaunting that hybrid baby like he's some miracle instead of a diluted bloodline." "He did have impressive magic," Lisa ventured cautiously. "Both healing and warrior energy already—" "Of course he does," Marissa cut her off. "Matthew's healing genes are strong enough to overcome even mixed blood. Imagine what a pure-blood heir would have been like." The three she-wolves settled beneath a tree with clear view of the barbecue. From this distance, they could see Sarah and Matthew with their son, surrounded by adoring pack members, including the legendary Ghost and Tank. "I don't understand what he sees in her," Marissa continued, unable to tear he

Protector's Choice Marissa moved through the pack territory like a shadow, magical items concealed in her pockets, determination darkening her aura. Her mission was simple in her mind – find Matthew and his hybrid son, convince him to let her perform the purification ritual, save the child from his mixed heritage. "This is for the boy's own good," she muttered, clutching the spelled herbs the dark practitioner had provided. "He'll be stronger with pure blood. Matthew will understand once he sees." But Matthew and his family were nowhere to be found. Their den stood empty, protected by layers of magical barriers she couldn't penetrate. The pack's watchful eyes seemed to track her every move, making her increasingly desperate. "Where are they hiding?" she hissed to herself, frustration building. "Where have they taken the child?" Lisa had been following at a distance, heart racing with fear for what her former friend intended. After warning Matthew's family, she'd kept watch on Mar

Truth's Price The supernatural council chambers fell silent as Lisa took the stand. Her back still bore healing scars from Marissa's dark magic, but it was the emotional wounds that pained her most as she faced her former friend. Through newly forming pack bonds, she felt Ethan's supportive presence in the gallery, his warrior spirit lending her strength. "State your name and relation to the accused," the head councilor instructed. "Lisa Warren," her voice trembled slightly. "Former friend of Marissa Cole." Marissa sat in the defendant's position, spelled restraints preventing her from using any magic. Her eyes, once proud and confident, now held the hollow look of someone who had seen the consequences of their actions. "Please tell the council, in your own words, what occurred on the day in question," the councilor continued. Lisa took a deep breath, conscious of Matthew and Sarah sitting with baby Thomas, Ghost and Tank flanking them protectively. "I had previously warned Matt

Gentle Mending Lisa finally slept peacefully for the first time since the attack, her emotional exhaustion claiming her after the initial healing session. Ethan maintained his protective vigil, his warrior body curved around her smaller form, one arm draped carefully over her waist to maintain the contact their developing bond craved. He already loved her. Through this connection, he felt her dreams – no longer nightmares of separation and betrayal, but quieter waters of processing and healing. His own rest was light, alert to any change in her condition or surroundings. A soft knock at the door brought him instantly alert, though he didn't break contact with Lisa. "Enter," he called quietly, his free hand already reaching for a weapon. Matthew slipped inside, his healer's aura immediately recognizable. "Sorry to disturb you," he whispered, noting Lisa's peaceful sleep. "I wanted to check on her, perhaps provide another healing session while her defenses are down." Ethan no

Healing Circle Lisa had just finished getting dressed when the knock came. Ethan moved protectively to the door, his warrior senses already identifying their visitors. "It's not just Emma," he told Lisa with mild surprise. "Matthew and Sarah are here too. With Thomas." Through their strengthening bond, he felt her immediate anxiety – not fear, but uncertainty about facing the family she had once judged so harshly. Despite their kindness, part of her still struggled with shame for her past beliefs. "You don't have to see them," Ethan assured her, his hand finding hers. "I can ask Emma to come back later." Lisa took a deep breath, drawing strength from his steady presence. "No. I want to see them. Need to, actually." When Ethan opened the door, it revealed not just Emma's clinical visit but what appeared to be a family support gathering. Emma carried healing supplies, Matthew held Thomas securely, and Sarah balanced a large container that emitted enticing food aromas. "Hope we're