Semua Bab Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Legacy's Growth At five years old, Matthew and Sarah were inseparable. Ghost and Tank watched their children playing in the pack's training yard, their unique powers already showing strong signs of their heritage. Both are always together, making both sets of parents think they will be mated in the future. "Just like us," Ghost said softly as Matthew created protective shields around Sarah while she practiced her warrior moves. "Always watching each other's backs." Both chuckled as they watched their kids practice their gifts. Through pack bonds, they felt their children's perfect synchronization. Matthew had inherited his father's protective instincts tempered by Emma's healing wisdom, while Sarah carried Tank's fierce guardian nature combined with Kate's warrior spirit. "Dad!" Matthew called excitedly. "Watch what Sarah and I figured out!" Both look over.Their kids are showing a defensive skill. Ghost and Tank taught them an hour ago. Both were extremely fast learners even

Hearts Defended The pack gathering should have been a celebration, but Sarah felt the hostile intent before she saw them – a group of young female wolves eyeing Matthew with predatory interest. Through their growing bond, she felt Matthew's immediate discomfort at their attention. He only wanted her, so their flirting did nothing for him. "The healer's son," one female, Cara, purred as she approached. "So strong, so protective. Surely you need a pure wolf mate, not some warrior hybrid?" Sarah stiffened as the remark hit her. She felt inadequate. Sarah's hands clenched, her father's protective instincts surging. But Matthew moved first, his power creating a gentle barrier between himself and the unwanted advances. He looked pissed. "My heart is already spoken for," he said firmly, moving to Sarah's side. Through their connection, she felt his complete devotion. "And her warrior spirit matches my protective nature perfpassed. He was proud he had her for a mate. Both were match

Broken Hearts "Sarah, please," Matthew's voice carried through her door, his protective magic reaching desperately for their bond. "Just talk to me." She pulled away after her talk with her mom. She looked hurt but didn't voice it after his fuck up. Cara was flirting, and he was too tired to push her away or say something. He watched Sarah walk out and knew he fucked up. Now he is here begging for her to hear him out. She kept crying and it killed him. Inside her room, Sarah curled tighter into herself, her warrior spirit aching at his presence even as she maintained her distance. Through their connection, she felt his pain matching her own. He hated her hurting. He wanted to hold her. "Go away," she managed, though it hurt to say the words. "Go back to your pure-blood admirers. I'm sure Cara's waiting." He sighed sadly and it killed him inside. "That's not fair," his voice cracked with emotion. "You know they mean nothing to me." He heard her sniffles, and it gutted him. Fuck

Love's Rest Matthew held Sarah close as she finally drifted to sleep, emotionally exhausted from their confrontation and reconciliation. Her warrior spirit was at peace for the first time in days, trusting completely in his protective embrace. After an intense make-out session, she fell asleep. He smirked as he looked at her body wanting more. She let him touch her in ways he always dreamed of. "I've got you," he whispered, one hand gently stroking her hair while his other maintained constant contact with her back. Through their bond, he felt her complete contentment as she cuddled closer in her sleep. She had bags under her eyes, and she whimpered in her sleep a few times. She cried out his name as well, and her fingers twisted in his shirt. Her breathing was soft and steady against his chest, her hand curled possessively in his shirt even in slumber. Their combined powers created gentle patterns in the air – his protective shields harmonizing with her warrior energy in the pe

# Chapter 79: Blood's Price No one saw the blade until it was too late. Sarah had turned away from Cara, thinking the confrontation was over, when she felt the burning slice across her side. Through their mate bond, Matthew felt her shock and pain before he even saw the blood. His wolf surged to the surface. He wanted to shift and rip her throat out. "If I can't have him," Cara's voice was lethal poison, "neither can you." "SARAH!" Matthew's roar shook the ground as he moved faster than he ever had, catching his mate as she stumbled. The knife Cara had used gleamed with spelled silver – designed to slow a warrior's healing. It was made to sicken the wolf so much that she won't heal fast enough to block attacks. He was frantic as he pushed on the wound. She was bleeding out. Poison his wolf gritted out. She poisoned our Sarah. He tried to focus, but fear was also creeping in. "Matt..." Sarah's voice was weak as blood soaked her shirt. Through their bond, he felt her trying