All Chapters of Saving My Rejected Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Mason’s POV I didn’t break eye contact with Daxton as I spoke. “Jacob,” I said calmly, my voice carrying just enough authority to cut through the room, “put the waiting room feed on the screen.” Behind the one-way mirror, I felt rather than saw Jacob move. A second later, the television mounted in the corner of the interrogation room flickered to life. Daxton’s gaze snapped toward it. At first, he squinted, confused, suspicious. Then his breath hitched. The color drained from his face so fast it was almost painful to watch. Aisha sat on on

Aria’s POV When the car slowed to a stop at the Federation’s main entrance, I felt it before I saw it. The shift in the air, the collective awareness rolling toward us like a held breath. Mason’s hand rested lightly on my knee, warm and steady, grounding me as the doors opened. People were already lined up on both sides of the wide steps outside, extending all the way into the grand lobby beyond the glass doors. Employees, visitors, officials from different packs, faces I recognized, faces I didn’t. It was the first time they were seeing us arrive together through the main entrance. Not as whispers.Not as rumors. But as Alpha and Luna of the Silv

Mason’s POV After we cleaned up, Aria and I walked into the corridor leading to the boardroom as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. No lingering touches, no stolen looks that might betray the heat we’d left behind in my office.  Anyone watching would see only the Chairman and his Luna, composed and unshakable. Still, the bond hummed between us, warm and alive. I couldn’t help the faint curve of my mouth when I brushed against her emotions, bright, satisfied, and yes… still wanting more. Later, I promised myself. When the doors closed behind us at home, the night finally slowed. For now, Crimson Claw demanded my attention, and I intended to end this in one clean stroke. We roun

Mason’s POV Aisha stepped forward, and for a moment the room seemed to lean toward her, as if even the air wanted to hear what she would say next. The leader of the elders softened his tone, no longer sharp, no longer combative. “Child,” he said, carefully, “you have heard everything laid before you today. Based on your profile, your education, your work, your quiet life… You are someone who values privacy. Stability. Comfort.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “If you accept the Riggs name, your life will never be the same. Every step you take will be watched. Every decision is questioned. Your future children will be born into scrutiny and expectation. There will be n

Aria’s POV By the time we arrived home, my bones ached with the kind of exhaustion that came from more than physical strain. It was the emotional kind, the kind that settled deep into the marrow after a day filled with confrontation, closure, and truths long buried. My body felt heavy, my feet sore, and yet my mind refused to slow down. Still, the day wasn’t over. We had made a promise, to Hailey and Nina, and to ourselves, that we would visit Holden tonight. No matter how drained we were, that promise mattered, family mattered. The moment the doors to the mansion opened, the air shifted. “You’re finally here!”&n