Semua Bab Betrayed By My Ex, Claimed By His Father: Bab 101 - Bab 105

CHAPTER 101 QUIET MORNING. I woke up to heat radiating through my body. Julian was pressed against my back, his arm wrapped tight around my waist like I might disappear if he let go. His body was a furnace, grounding and solid. Normally, I would’ve melted into him, stayed wrapped in that warmth for hours. But this morning, I woke with a cold sweat clinging to my skin. Atena’s voice still echoed in my mind— lcalm, but full of warning. “You awakened something… It depends on which part of you answers the call.”  Her eyes, those glowing silver orbs, had clearly seen something, something I hadn’t. Her words all struck deep, I didn't even know what to make of them. I swallowed hard, willing the chill away. Behind me, Julian stirred. “Raven?” Hi

CHAPTER 103 IN MY DREAMS! JULIAN'S POV  The fire had dwindled to embers, casting soft flickers of light across the walls. Outside, the wind rustled faintly through the trees, but inside our room, everything was still—peaceful in a way that still felt unfamiliar after all we’d been through. Raven lay curled beside me, her body pressed close, her breathing steady. One of her hands was resting on my chest, her fingers slightly curled like she was holding on even in sleep. I brushed my thumb gently along the curve of her back, marveling at how something so quiet could feel so profound. I let my eyes close. But I didn’t fall asleep so much as drift. The bond pulled first—subtle, like the tide drawing back into the ocean—and I followed without hesitation. I felt the transition, so smooth, I almost missed it. T

CHAPTER 105 OUR PEOPLE  Julian and I made our way to the central clearing a little after sunrise—the heart of the pack. The new structures rose like scars and hope—homes mended with care, walls reinforced, open spaces that once held mourning now lit with torches and fresh flowers. It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. Children darted between legs, laughter echoing over ash-darkened soil. Warriors stood straighter as Julian passed, nodding, touching fists to their chests. While some eyes were still heavy with grief—for lost mates, for what we almost became—there was pride in them too, for we had survived. There was resolve to do more than just survive. I watched Julian as he took it all in. I watched him straighten his back as the pack gathered on his call.  He stepped onto the stone platform near the training grounds, the same one we used for