All Chapters of MY EX-MATE WANTS ME BACK: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

REIS STEEL….I was going to Duskwood Pack but on my way my gaze fell on the woods that were forbidden for other wolves to enter because they found traces of Vampires there. My arrival in this pack was related to this matter. This Vampire has been killing many wolves of this pack that's why the Alpha of Duskwood Pack asks for my help. That's why I'm here. I parked my Lamborghini near the woods and walked inside.The forest was quiet, but not dead. I could hear the shift in the air—the soft patter of paws somewhere ahead, light but fast. Wolf.Not one of mine.I followed the sound without hurry, letting the breeze carry her scent to me. The first inhale stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t just any wolf.It was her.The bond hit like a blade to the chest—sharp, sudden, unstoppable. Heat spread through me in a rush, a force older than my blood, older than my crown, pulling every part of me toward that single thread of fate. My wolf surged forward inside me, snarling with recognition.Mate.

JENNIFER….By midafternoon, the whispers had already spread through the pack house. I caught them in the hallway, in the kitchen, even outside, low murmurs, darting glances, the occasional smirk when they thought I wasn’t looking.They all thought they knew what was going on between me and the Lycan King. They weren’t wrong. But that didn’t mean I was going to let fate dictate my life.I found him alone in my brother-in-law’s office, leaning against the edge of the desk like he owned it. Which, given his presence, he probably did.“We need to talk,” I said, stepping inside and shutting the door.His golden eyes slid over me slowly, like he could read every thought before I spoke it. “Go on.”I took a deep breath, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “I want to reject this bond.”The words came out steady, sharper than I expected. My wolf whimpered inside me, but I ignored her. “Whatever this is between us, it’s not happening. I don’t want it, and I don’t want you.”For a long mome

JENNIFER WANG….The first thing I became aware of was warmth when I woke up in the morning. Not the kind from blankets or sunlight, but the steady, living heat pressed against my back, the weight of an arm draped securely around my waist.My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. The silk sheets, the golden morning light pouring through the tall windows, the scent of pine and something darker, rich, intoxicating wrapped around me.Then it hit me. Reis.I stiffened instantly, trying to wiggle free, but his arm only tightened, pulling me flush against him. His breath brushed the back of my neck, slow and deliberate.“Good morning, little wolf” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.I swallowed hard. “Reis… let go.”“No.” The word was simple, final. “You belong here. With me.”Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I told you I wanted my own room,”“And I told you no,” he cut in, his tone maddeningly calm. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Besides… you didn’t seem to mind

JENNIFER WANG…..The moment his parents excused themselves to prepare for the coronation arrangements, I nearly bolted from the dining room. I told myself I needed fresh air, that I needed to walk off the restless energy coiling in my veins. But in truth, I just needed distance from him.I had barely stepped into the hall when a firm hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me back. My breath caught as my back hit the wall, my pulse spiking.Reis!He loomed over me, his eyes dark, his presence filling every inch of space. His hand was still on my wrist, warm and unyielding.“You lied,” he said softly, his voice a dangerous purr that slid down my spine.My lips parted. “I… I don’t know what you mean,”His head tilted, and that infuriating smirk curved his mouth. “When my mother asked if you slept well.”Heat rushed to my cheeks, my throat tightening. I averted my gaze, but his hand slid up from my wrist to my chin, gently forcing me to meet his eyes.“You didn’t sleep,” he murmured, so

JENNIFER….Today is the day I become queen.It still doesn't feel entirely real, no matter how many times I say it to myself. But as I sit in front of the mirror, surrounded by the quiet hum of voices and rustling silk, reality is wrapping itself around me like the weight of the crown I’ll soon wear.My mother is here, smoothing my hair with hands that used to brush away tears and fix scraped knees. Her touch is gentle but purposeful. I can feel the emotion she’s holding back, pride, maybe even a little sorrow. She catches my eye in the mirror and gives me the softest smile, the kind only a mother can give. It makes my chest tighten.Behind her, my three sisters-in-law move with practiced grace. Luna Adeline is adjusting the folds of my ceremonial gown, ensuring every line lies perfectly. Ella is choosing the final pieces of jewelry, delicate, heirloom pieces that once belonged to past queens. And Avianna is handling the final touches of makeup, steady hands brushing color onto my che