All Chapters of I Rejected My Mate To Protect The Pack: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Truth and Trust Gabriel pov Two weeks after graduation, I found myself pacing my bedroom like my father did when deep in thought. Emma was coming over for dinner—the first time she'd be at our house rather than meeting in neutral territory—and my nerves were stretched to the breaking point. Tonight, I had decided, I would tell her everything. About what I was, what my family was, what being with me would mean for her future. The weight of that decision had been keeping me awake for nights. "Gabriel, sweetheart, Emma's here," Mom called from downstairs, her voice carrying the warmth it always held when speaking about the girl who had captured my heart. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what could be the most important conversation of my life, and headed downstairs to find Emma chatting comfortably with my parents in the living room. She looked beautiful in a simple sundress, her auburn hair catching the afternoon light, completely at ease despite being in the home of p

Standing Ground Emma pov The confrontation with Cassandra should have ended with her retreat from the pack gathering, but I could sense through Gabriel's tension that the she-wolf's humiliation had only made her more dangerous. Over the following week, small incidents began to pile up—My locker at school vandalized, my car tires mysteriously slashed, anonymous messages questioning my worthiness to be with Gabriel. It all came to a head on a Thursday afternoon when I was walking alone from the library to my car, my arms full of research books for a summer college prep course. I had grown comfortable moving around town despite the ongoing harassment, trusting that Gabriel's pack maintained distant but constant surveillance. That confidence proved misplaced when Cassandra stepped out from behind a parked van, blocking my path to my vehicle. "Well, well," Cassandra said with false sweetness. "Look what we have here. The little human playing dress-up as an Alpha's mate." I felt her h

Forever Bound Gabriel pov The summer evening was perfect—warm air carrying the scent of jasmine from mom's garden, stars beginning to emerge in the darkening sky, and the distant sound of the pack's evening activities creating a peaceful backdrop. I had been planning this moment for weeks, waiting for the right time when we could be completely alone and undisturbed. Emma sat beside me on the porch swing dad had built years ago, her head resting on my shoulder as we watched fireflies dance across the yard. At seventeen, she had grown even more beautiful, her confidence and grace marking her as someone destined for leadership despite her human heritage. "Emma," I said softly, my voice carrying a nervousness that made her look up at me with concern. "What's wrong? You've been tense all evening." I took her hands in mine, marveling as always at how perfectly we fit together despite the difference in our sizes. "Nothing's wrong. Everything's right, actually. That's what I want to tal

New Leadership Mickey pov The pack ceremony ground was filled with werewolves from across the region, all gathered under the full moon to witness me officially accept leadership of my father's pack. At twenty-two, I stood at the center of the ancient stone circle, my broad shoulders carrying the ceremonial cloak that had been worn by ultimate Alphas for generations. Emma watched from her place among the pack members, her veterinary degree fresh in hand after graduating summa cum laude just two weeks prior. The past four years had transformed her from a seventeen-year-old high school student into a confident woman who moved through supernatural society with natural grace. "Gabriel Blackwood," Dad intoned from his position as ceremony elder, "do you accept the responsibility of leadership? Do you swear to protect the pack, to guide with wisdom, to put their welfare above your own?" "I accept," I replied, my voice carrying clearly across the gathering. "I swear by the bonds that

Legacy Assured Gabriel pov Dr. Martinez's private office was filled with afternoon sunlight as Emma and I waited for the results of what had become the most important medical appointment of our lives. Three weeks had passed since Emma's initial pregnancy discovery, and today would determine not just our child's gender but provide crucial information about the unprecedented genetic combination we had created. "The scans look excellent," Dr. Martinez said, entering the room with a warm smile and a folder thick with test results. "Both mother and baby are developing perfectly, though as expected, we're seeing some fascinating supernatural markers." My hand tightened around Emma's, where we sat together on the examination table. "Fascinating how?" "Well, first, the news I know you're both eager to hear—you're having a son." Dr. Martinez turned the ultrasound monitor toward us, revealing a clear image of our baby's profile. "And he's measuring exactly where we'd expect for a werew