All Chapters of I Rejected My Mate To Protect The Pack: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Shadows of the Past Tara pov Three weeks had passed since Hunter's proposal, three weeks of careful healing and quiet planning for our future together. The Silverstone pack house had settled into a peaceful rhythm as refugees integrated into the community and the supernatural world began to adapt to life without the Brotherhood's reign of terror. I sat at the kitchen table, wedding planning materials spread before me alongside college course catalogs and applications for the counseling program I hoped to start in the fall. The late morning sun streamed through the windows, and I could hear the distant sounds of children playing in the pack's common areas—a sound that had been absent during the tense weeks of crisis. Hunter was in his father's office, attending his first full Council meeting since his injury. The doctors had finally cleared him for normal activities, though I still caught him unconsciously favoring his left side when he thought no one was looking. I was debati

Unexpected Complications Hunter pov I was reviewing security protocols for the upcoming wedding when Marcus Cole knocked on my office door, carrying a silver tray with the morning's mail delivery. Most correspondence had been rerouted through security screening since the new threats emerged, but a few pieces still made it through the filters for items deemed harmless. "Anything important?" I asked without looking up from the tactical maps spread across my desk. "The usual," Marcus replied, setting the tray down. "Congratulations from allied packs, requests for interviews about the Brotherhood defeat, and..." He paused, his expression shifting to something I couldn't quite identify. "This one's addressed to you personally. Elegant handwriting, expensive paper. Passed all security screenings, but something about it feels... different." I glanced up at my father's beta, noting the uncertainty in Marcus Cole's weathered face. In thirty years of military service, Cole had developed in

The Fury of the Spurned Celeste pov Five hundred miles north of Silverstone territory, in the pristine wilderness that bordered the Northern Territories Pack lands, I stood before a massive mirror in my private chambers, my perfect features twisted with a rage that would have shocked anyone who knew my public persona. The scrying bowl on my dressing table still shimmered with residual magic, the enchanted water having just shown me exactly what I hadn't wanted to see—Hunter Blackwood making love to Tara McKenzie with a passion and devotion that left no doubt about where his loyalties lay. "How dare she," I whispered, my voice carrying the kind of venom that made the very air around me seem to darken. "How dare that insignificant little nobody claim what should be mine." I wanted his big cock bringing me orgasms and pleasure. I wanted his mouth on my nippers and pussy making me so wet I couldn't stand it, but instead, I got a front row seat to him fucking that cunt. I hated Tara

The Counterstrike Tara pov The war room in the Silverstone pack house had been transformed into a command center for planning my response to Celeste Ravencroft's ultimatum. Maps covered every available surface, communication equipment hummed with activity, and the assembled team represented some of the most skilled intelligence operatives and tactical specialists in the supernatural community. But the most dangerous person in the room was me sitting calmly at the head of the conference table, my green eyes sharp with the kind of focused intensity that had carried me through every crisis of the past year. "Let me understand the situation clearly," I said, addressing the gathered team with the confident authority of someone who had learned to command respect through action rather than birthright. "Miss Ravencroft has been conducting surveillance on us for months, has documented our routines and vulnerabilities, and now believes she can intimidate me into abandoning Hunter through

Betrayal from Within Hunter pov I was reviewing the final preparations for our confrontation with Celeste when my father knocked on my office door, carrying a tablet with an expression that suggested the news would be both important and unwelcome. "We found the leak," Alpha Marcus announced without preamble, setting the device down on my desk with the kind of controlled fury that spoke of deep personal betrayal. I looked up from the tactical maps I had been studying, noting the tight lines around my father's eyes that indicated barely restrained anger. "Who?" "See for yourself," Marcus replied, activating the tablet's screen to display surveillance footage from the pack house's internal security system. The timestamp showed three days ago, late evening, when most pack members would have been in their quarters or common areas. The camera angle captured a section of hallway near my private office, and the figure moving stealthily through the shadows was immediately recognizab