Semua Bab I Rejected My Mate To Protect The Pack: Bab 41 - Bab 45

The Final ShotHunter pov The gunshot echoed across the clearing like thunder, sharp and definitive in the crisp autumn air. For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, everyone froze—guests ducking for cover, security personnel spinning to identify new threats, Tara and I standing together in shocked stillness as we processed what had just happened again. Another damn interruption delaying our union. Then Alpha Marcus Blackwood collapsed to his knees beside the altar, his hand pressed against his shoulder where crimson was already spreading across his formal suit. "Dad!" My voice carried across the clearing as I rushed to my father's side, but my eyes were already scanning for the source of the shot that had come from somewhere in the tree line beyond the ceremony space. "Secondary shooter," Marcus gasped, his weathered face pale but his voice steady with the authority of someone accustomed to giving orders under fire. "Celeste wasn't working alone." Chaos erupted as pack

Overwhelming LoveHunter pov The wedding guests had begun to disperse after the ceremony concluded, their congratulations still ringing in the air as Tara's and I made our way back to the pack house. The autumn sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson that seemed to mirror the overwhelming emotions coursing through my system. We were married. We were safe from the threats that had plagued us for months. And we were going to have a baby. I felt like my mind was struggling to process the magnitude of everything that had happened in the span of a single day. This morning, I had been focused on wedding logistics and security protocols. Now, as we climbed the stairs to our private quarters, I was grappling with the reality that I was not only a husband but soon to be a father. "Are you okay?" Tara asked softly as we entered our bedroom—our bedroom now, officially. "You've been quiet since Dr. Chen confirmed the pregnancy." I turned to look at her, really look a

The Next GenerationHunter pov Fifteen years had passed since Mickey Blackwood's birth, and the boy who had entered the world amid threats and political turmoil had grown into something extraordinary. At fifteen, he stood nearly as tall as me, with my steel-gray eyes and Tara's determined spirit, but there was something else about him—a presence that made even seasoned pack warriors step aside when he walked past. I watched from the training ground's observation deck as my son sparred with three opponents simultaneously, his movements fluid and precise in a way that defied his age. The other teenagers—all older and more experienced—circled Mickey like prey animals testing a predator, their wolves recognizing something in him that their human minds couldn't quite process. "He's holding back," Tara observed, joining me at the railing with two cups of coffee. "He could have ended that match five minutes ago." "I know," I replied, accepting the coffee gratefully. "He's been doing tha