All Chapters of Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The Sound of Healing The sound of running water had been constant for twenty minutes, but the broken sobs echoing from the bathroom told Ethan everything he needed to know about Lisa's emotional state. She'd held herself together through the entire tribunal with a strength that had awed him—standing up to Cassie's accusations, acknowledging her mother's crimes, promising to honor Margaret Winters' memory. But now, in the safety of their bedroom, the dam had finally burst. Ethan sat on their bed with Luna Rose against his chest, gently patting her back as she dozed after her afternoon feeding. The baby seemed unusually peaceful, as if sensing that her parents needed quiet moments to process the emotional earthquake that had just rocked their world. Her tiny fingers were curled around the fabric of his shirt, and the weight of her warm, trusting body against his heart served as an anchor to what truly mattered. "She's really something, isn't she?" he murmured to Luna Rose, though hi

The Embrace of Home Lisa stood outside the dining hall doors with Luna Rose in her carrier, her heart hammering against her ribs as the sounds of laughter and conversation drifted through the wood. She'd changed clothes three times, finally settling on a simple blue dress that she hoped struck the right balance between effort and casualness. Luna Rose, blissfully unaware of her mother's anxiety, was wide awake and alert, her dark eyes taking in the new sounds and smells with characteristic curiosity. "Second thoughts?" Ethan asked gently, his hand finding the small of her back in a gesture of support. "Third and fourth thoughts," Lisa admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if they all stop talking when we walk in? What if the conversations get weird and stilted because no one knows what to say to Catherine Rothschild's daughter?" "Then we'll deal with it together," Ethan replied firmly. "But Lisa, you're not Catherine Rothschild's daughter in there. You're Luna Rose's m

Finding Each Other Again Lisa stood in their bedroom doorway, watching Ethan read in the chair by the window, Luna Rose sleeping peacefully in her crib nearby. The scene was so domestic, so perfectly normal, that it made her heart ache with how much she'd missed this—the simple intimacy of sharing space with her mate without the weight of trauma and secrets hanging between them. Three months. Three months since Luna Rose's birth, since the coma, since the revelations about her mother. Three months of healing from physical trauma, emotional devastation, and the complete upheaval of everything she thought she knew about herself and her family. Three months of Ethan being endlessly patient while she navigated recovery, fear, shame, and the slow rebuilding of her sense of self. And three months without the physical intimacy that had once been such a natural, joyful part of their relationship. Dr. Martinez had cleared her for physical activity weeks ago, but Lisa's body hadn't been the

Rediscovering Joy Lisa woke to the sensation of gentle kisses being pressed along her collarbone, Ethan's warm breath against her skin making her shiver with pleasure. Sunlight streamed through their bedroom curtains, and the soft sounds from Luna Rose's crib indicated their daughter was awake but content to babble quietly to herself—a recent development that had been giving them precious extra minutes together in the mornings. "Good morning," she murmured, stretching languidly before wrapping her arms around Ethan's shoulders and pulling him closer. "Very good morning," he agreed against her throat, his voice still rough with sleep. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon. Luna Rose has been giving us meaningful looks, like she knows her parents are being scandalous." Lisa laughed, the sound light and carefree in a way that still surprised her sometimes. The past week since their reconnection had been a revelation—not just the return of physical intimacy, but the rediscovery of playfuln

The Hunter in the Smoke The third explosion lit up the night sky like a demonic sunrise, sending chunks of concrete and twisted metal raining down on the pack grounds as Cassie moved through the chaos with predatory purpose. The carefully orchestrated assault was proceeding exactly as planned—multiple strike teams hitting defensive positions simultaneously while she and a select few infiltrated the main compound during the confusion. Smoke billowed from what had once been the east wing of the pack house, providing perfect cover as Cassie slipped through the emergency evacuation routes she'd memorized during her months of surveillance. The screams and shouts of pack members scrambling for safety were music to her ears, a symphony of terror that had been too long in coming. "Primary target location?" Vera's voice crackled through the tactical radio clipped to Cassie's vest. "Safe room, sublevel two," Cassie replied, vaulting over debris from a collapsed wall. "Eastern corridor acces