All Chapters of I Rejected My Mate To Protect The Pack: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The Alpha's Call Mickey pov I stood on Davidson's front porch with Lily trembling beside me, my partially shifted hand still tingling with the urge for violence. The man who had been abusing my mate had disappeared into the house, leaving us alone in the aftermath of a confrontation that had changed everything. But my enhanced hearing picked up sounds from inside that made my blood run cold—Davidson's voice, slurred with alcohol and rage, speaking rapidly into a phone. "Yeah, it's me. We have a problem. The girl's gotten involved with the Blackwood kid, and he just... look, something's not right about him. His hand turned into claws, I swear to God. We need to move up the timeline." I felt ice settle in my stomach as I realized that Davidson's interest in Lily wasn't just about abuse and control—it was about something much more dangerous. Without thinking, I reached out with my consciousness in a way I had never attempted before, searching for the mental thread that connected

Hidden Wounds Mickey pov We were halfway to the Silverstone pack house when Lily suddenly went rigid in the passenger seat beside my dad Hunter, her small frame beginning to tremble with what looked like the onset of shock. "I can't breathe," she whispered, her voice tight with panic as her hands moved to clutch at her chest. "I can't... everything's spinning." Dad immediately pulled the truck over to the side of the road, his Alpha instincts shifting into crisis mode as he took in Lily's rapidly deteriorating condition. Behind them, I was already moving, climbing over the seat divider with supernatural grace to reach my mate. "Lily, look at me," I said gently, my large hands hovering near her face without quite touching, remembering her flinch response to sudden contact. "You're safe. You're not in that house anymore." "I know, but I keep thinking about the cameras," Lily gasped, her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow. "They were watching everything. Every time I ch

Small Bites and Overwhelming Love Lily pov The Blackwood family kitchen was warm and inviting, filled with the scents of fresh bread and Tara's homemade soup, but I sat at the large wooden table picking at a bowl that might as well have contained sawdust for all the appetite I could muster. Across from me, Emma chattered enthusiastically about school and her friends, seemingly oblivious to the way my hands trembled slightly as I lifted the spoon. "And then Jessica said that her brother could shift into his wolf form already, but I told her that's impossible because he's only fourteen and most wolves don't shift until they're at least fifteen or sixteen," Emma was saying between bites of her grilled cheese sandwich. "Although Mickey shifted when he was fifteen, so maybe it's different for really strong wolves." I paused with the spoon halfway to my mouth, another piece of the Blackwood family puzzle clicking into place. "Shift into wolf form?" Emma's eyes went wide as she real

The Weight of Truth Mickey pov After helping Lily into dry clothes and settling her on the couch in the family room with hot tea and one of mom's softest blankets, I found myself facing a conversation I had been dreading since the moment I had first caught her scent. The emotional breakdown in the shower had cracked open defenses that had been keeping Lily's worst memories locked away, and now she seemed compelled to share details that made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin. "I need to tell you everything," Lily said quietly, her voice steady despite the tears that had only just stopped flowing. "Not because you're asking, but because I can't carry these secrets alone anymore. And if we're really... if this mate bond thing is real, then you deserve to know what you're taking on." I settled beside her on the couch, close enough to offer comfort but careful not to crowd her. "Lily, you don't have to—" "Yes, I do," she interrupted gently. "Because part of me is still waiti

Night Terrors Mickey pov I had just finished showering off the debris from my rampage in the forest when the screaming started. The sound cut through the walls of the pack house like a blade—high, desperate, and filled with the kind of terror that came from reliving the worst moments of a nightmare. I moved faster than humanly possible, covering the distance from the upstairs bathroom to the family room in seconds. What I found there made my heart stop. Lily was still on the couch where I had left her, but she was no longer peacefully sleeping. Instead, she was trapped in the grip of what was clearly a violent nightmare, her small body thrashing against invisible restraints while she screamed words that made my blood run cold. "Please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make noise, I'll be quieter!" she cried out, her voice breaking with terror. "Don't burn me again, please, I'll be good!" I was beside her in an instant, my hands hovering over her trembling form as I tried to figur