All Chapters of I Rejected My Mate To Protect The Pack: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Safe Harbor Mickey pov The afternoon sun streamed through the family room windows, casting everything in golden light as I sat in the large armchair with Lily curled safely in my lap. She'd been sleeping peacefully for over an hour, her small frame tucked against my chest while she clutched the new teddy bear Tara had bought for her that morning—a soft brown bear wearing a tiny Silverstone Pack t-shirt that Emma had insisted was "absolutely necessary for proper nightmare protection." I hadn't moved since Lily had dozed off, afraid that any shift in position might wake her from what appeared to be her first truly restful sleep since arriving at our home. Her breathing was deep and even, her face relaxed in a way I had never seen before, and most importantly, there were no signs of the distress that usually marked her dreams. "She looks so young when she's sleeping," Mom observed quietly, settling onto the couch across from us with a cup of tea. "It's easy to forget she's been t

Mickey pov The window behind me cracked. The sound made Lily jump, but I barely noticed. My Alpha power was leaking out in waves, responding to my mate's distress and my own rage. I forced myself to breathe slowly, to regain control. Lily needed me calm and steady, not consumed by the need for retribution. "There's more," she said, so quietly I almost missed it. Of course there was more. I just hope my wolf stays calm for it. "You don't have to—" "He used to lock me in the basement." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if she needed to get them out before she lost her nerve. "Sometimes for days. There was a mattress down there, and a bucket, and nothing else. He said it was to help me think about what I'd done wrong, to give me time to become grateful for everything he provided." I shot to my feet, unable to remain seated. I turned away from her, my hands shaking with the effort to maintain my human form. My wolf wanted out, wanted to hunt, wanted to tear Davidson limb from

Territorial Lines Mickey pov Three days had passed since me and Lily's dawn conversation about Davidson and Margaret's fate. The apartment had taken on a strange sense of calm, as if the decision to act had lifted some invisible weight from both our shoulders. Lily had been sleeping better, the nightmares less frequent, and I found myself able to focus on immediate concerns rather than constantly planning retribution. Which was why the knock on our door at ten in the morning caught me off guard. I opened it to find Sophia Blaackstone standing in the hallway, her auburn hair perfectly styled despite the early hour, wearing a form-fitting black dress that left little to the imagination. She was beautiful in the way that she-wolves often were—tall, confident, with predatory grace that came from generations of supernatural breeding. She was also trouble. "Mickey," Sophia purred, her voice carrying the subtle harmonics that marked her as a wolf from one of the more powerful bl

Vulnerable Hearts Mickey pov The evening had settled into comfortable quiet after dinner. I sat in my armchair reading pack reports while Lily curled on the couch with a novel, but I could sense her restlessness through our growing bond. She'd been unusually quiet since waking from her nap, processing the morning's encounter with Sophia in that careful way she had when working through difficult emotions. I had learned to give her space during these times, to let her find her own way to whatever she needed to say. But as the hours passed, I could feel her anxiety building, could scent the nervous energy that meant she was wrestling with something important. Finally, she set her book aside and looked at me directly. "Mickey?" "Yes, little one?" I marked my place in the report and gave her my full attention. "Can we talk about something? Something... difficult?" The hesitation in her voice immediately put me on alert. I closed the folder entirely and leaned forward. "Of co

Bonds and Vengeance Mickey pov The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting everything in a golden glow that seemed to match the warmth radiating through Lily's entire being. She lay curled against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin as she marveled at the completeness of their bond. My mind went to last night and how she begged me to fuck her. I made love to her instead. Yes, we are young, but in our werewolf world, a mated pair stays together with only death breaking them apart. I can still feel her tight wet heat on my cock. It was perfect. The night had been a revelation—not just the physical joining that had sealed our mating completely, but the overwhelming emotional intimacy that came with sharing every sensation, every feeling through our supernatural connection. I had been infinitely patient and gentle, guiding her through each moment with the same careful attention I had shown throughout her healing. "Good morning, my mate,"