All Chapters of I Rejected My Mate To Protect The Pack: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Shattered Peace Mickey pov The fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting a warm amber light across the cabin's living room. Me and Lily lay intertwined on the couch, her head resting on my chest while my hand traced lazy patterns on her back. The evening had been everything we had needed—intimate, peaceful, a reminder of who we were beyond the crisis consuming our lives. "I could stay like this forever," Lily murmured against my chest, her voice drowsy with contentment. "So could I," I replied softly, my other hand protective over her growing bump. Through our bond, I could feel her deep relaxation, the first real peace she'd experienced in weeks. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?" "Perfect. Better than perfect." Lily tilted her head to look at me, her dark eyes warm with love. "Thank you for tonight. For remembering that we're more than just a crisis to be managed." "You never have to thank me for loving you, little one." "I know, but—" The sharp ring of my e

A Son's Promise Lily pov Two weeks had passed since Sophia's capture, and the safe house had transformed from a fortress under siege to something resembling a home. With the immediate threat neutralized and Sophia securely contained in a supernatural detention facility, Our pack had finally been able to relax our constant vigilance. I sat in the cabin's sunny breakfast nook, a cup of pregnancy-safe herbal tea cooling in my hands as I stared at the ultrasound images Dr. Martinez had provided during my latest appointment. The doctor had been able to determine the baby's gender with certainty now, and I had asked to keep the information private until I could surprise Mickey properly. A son. We were having a son. The knowledge filled me with a complex mix of emotions—joy at the healthy development, wonder at the life growing within me, and a fierce protectiveness that I was beginning to understand came with motherhood. But underneath it all was excitement about sharing this news

Birth and Battle Lily pov The contractions started at 4 AM on a Tuesday morning, pulling me from sleep with an intensity that made me gasp. Mickey was awake instantly, his supernatural senses detecting the change in my scent and the spike of adrenaline flooding my system. "It's time," I said breathlessly, gripping Mickey's hand as another wave of pain rolled through me. "Mickey, it's really time." Three months had passed since Elena's revelations about my accelerated pregnancy timeline and possible werewolf heritage. True to Elena's predictions, Gabriel had developed rapidly, and now at what would have been twenty-seven weeks in a human pregnancy, My body was preparing to deliver our son. I was excited and scared. I hated pain and I knew birth was going to hurt like a bitch. The knowledge about my potential suppressed genetics had been difficult for me to process initially, but I had chosen to undergo the genetic testing. The results had confirmed Elena's suspicions—I carried

The Final Strike Lily pov Sophia's eyes went wild as she realized her wrist was trapped in my supernatural grip. The silver knife lay useless on the cabin floor, and for the first time since her obsession began, she was face-to-face with the reality that her plans had completely crumbled. "Let go of me!" Sophia shrieked, trying to wrench free from my hold. "You freak! You're not supposed to be able to do this!" "A lot of things about me weren't supposed to be possible," I replied calmly, my golden eyes never leaving Sophia's face. "But here we are." Mickey stood ready to intervene if necessary, but he could see that I had the situation under control. His mate's newly awakened wolf was handling the threat with impressive composure, especially considering I had given birth less than an hour ago. From the bedroom, Gabriel's cries grew more insistent, and my head turned slightly toward the sound. It was exactly the distraction Sophia had been waiting for. With a burst of desp

First Birthday Lily pov The back yard of Mickey and I's new home was transformed into a wonderland of balloons, streamers, and enough food to feed three packs. Gabriel's first birthday party was in full swing, with werewolves from multiple territories gathering to celebrate the ultimate alpha heir who had already shown remarkable development in his first year of life. "Gabriel, come to Mama," I called from my position near the picnic tables, watching as my one-year-old son took confident steps across the grass toward me. His walking had started early—at nine months—along with several other milestones that marked him as exceptional even by werewolf standards. Gabriel beamed at the sound of his mother's voice, his golden eyes bright with mischief as he toddled toward me with the determined gait of someone who had places to go and things to explore. His dark hair had grown into soft curls that caught the afternoon sunlight, and his cherubic face was currently decorated with chocol