All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me: his reject, her rising: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The rising

Mara’s POV The sun had barely kissed the horizon, yet the Crescent pack house buzzed with quiet urgency. The echoes of last night’s attacks still lingered in every corner, every shadow, every whispered conversation. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, alert, restless, coiling tightly around my nerves. I could feel the tension radiating from Dresden, sharp and unyielding, his amber eyes scanning every inch of the perimeter, every pack member, every shadow outside the windows. We had been on high alert for hours, though the dawn offered a false sense of calm. The forest beyond our borders seemed deceptively quiet, the kind of silence that preceded chaos. My wolf growled softly, ears twitching, sensing the lingering presence of danger. I tightened my grip on Dresden’s hand, drawing strength from the warmth, the tether, the bond that had kept me alive through everything. “They’re testing us,” Dresden muttered, voice low, almost a whisper meant only for me. “Ronan is watching, waiting for

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

The Edge of Strike

Mara’s POV The morning haze clung to the Crescent pack grounds like a veil, softening the world but doing nothing to ease the tension that coiled through every nerve in my body. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, growling low in my chest, tasting the metallic tang of blood in the air. Even after the night’s battle, even after the rogues had been pushed back, I could feel their presence lingering, a whisper in the trees, a shadow slipping between the branches. Dresden moved at my side, a constant, unyielding force. His hand found mine as we walked through the grounds, grounding me, keeping my senses tethered to reality. Amber eyes scanning every shadow, his muscles tense, aura flaring with subtle menace that only I could feel in its raw intensity. I drew a shaky breath, wolf bristling, every instinct screaming that the danger hadn’t ended—not yet. “Ronan won’t stop,” I murmured, voice low, almost drowned by the morning wind. My wolf thumped hard against my ribs, a mirror of

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

Loyalties Broken

Mara’s POV The night had fallen completely, swallowing the Crescent pack grounds in a heavy, suffocating darkness that made every shadow seem alive. The forest beyond the boundaries murmured with anticipation, and I could feel the residual energy of Ronan lingering like smoke, a promise that he wasn’t finished. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, ears twitching, senses straining to catch the faintest sound of movement. Every instinct screamed danger, every heartbeat urged me to remain vigilant. Dresden walked at my side, aura blazing faintly under the moonlight. His hand was firm on my waist, grounding me, tethering me to the reality of the moment. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, his mind alert, calculating, scanning for threats I couldn’t even see yet. “I can feel him close,” I whispered, voice low, tense. “He’s testing us… again.” Dresden’s jaw tightened. “Good. Let him try. He will learn the cost of challenging the bond. The cost of threatening you.”

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

Insider leak

Mara’s POV The morning sun was weak, brushing pale light across the Crescent pack grounds, but the warmth it promised didn’t reach me. My body ached from the battle, every muscle tight, every joint bruised, yet my wolf thrummed with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. The adrenaline had faded, but the tension lingered, curling in my chest like smoke I couldn’t exhale. Dresden was beside me, silent, amber eyes scanning the horizon, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. I could feel his frustration, the way his jaw tightened whenever he glanced toward the forest line, where shadows still lingered, whispering threats we couldn’t yet see. “Ronan’s not done,” I murmured, voice low, almost lost in the wind. “He’s testing us, seeing how far he can push. But he won’t win.” Dresden’s hand found mine, fingers intertwining, grounding me. “No,” he said, voice like steel, unwavering. “He won’t win. Not while we stand together. Not while you and I—” His voice faltered for the briefest mo

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

The betrayal

Mara’s POV The night was thick with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional distant howl of a wolf. My body still hummed with the residual energy from the evening’s confrontation, but the unease crawling along my spine refused to subside. Something had shifted within the Crescent pack, an undercurrent of deception that I could no longer ignore. Dresden and I walked side by side through the pack grounds, his presence steady, grounding me as the cool night brushed against my skin. My wolf, still alert, flexed beneath my flesh, her senses straining for any sign of movement, any hint of danger. “Do you think Bellamy will hold?” I asked, voice low, almost a whisper, my instincts screaming that the worst was yet to come. Dresden’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he scanned the darkness. “He’d better,” he said, tone deadly calm. “If he falters again, if he even hesitates, I will handle him myself. But I won’t make the same mistake twice. The Crescent pack c

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

Deception

Mara’s POV The first rays of dawn cut through the Crescent pack house, casting long, jagged shadows across the floors. I could still feel the residue of last night’s chaos in my veins—my wolf restless, my body tense, every nerve screaming that the danger wasn’t over. Dresden was already up, moving with the precision of a predator, reviewing battle plans and discussing the defensive strategies with the council. I watched him from the doorway, chest tight, my mind teetering between awe and anxiety. He was unshakable, unwavering, the anchor in a storm that refused to settle. “Morning,” I murmured, voice low, trying to mask the fear that lingered like smoke. He glanced at me, amber eyes softening just for a moment. “Sleep well?” he asked, though I knew it was more rhetorical than inquiry. I nodded, though my body screamed exhaustion. “As well as one can sleep after betrayal and blood.” My wolf growled low at the memory, claws flexing beneath my skin. Dresden’s jaw tightened.

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

The Betrayal

Mara’s POVThe forest was eerily silent as Dresden and I made our way back toward the Crescent pack house. Every footstep I took felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the remnants of fear, guilt, and a thrill I couldn’t quite name. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and alive, sensing dangers hidden in every shadow, every shift of the wind. She had finally awakened fully after all these years, fierce and untamed, yet I felt the pull of my human heart—the longing, the loyalty, and the guilt that tethered me to Matthew—pressing down like a stone in my chest.“Are you sure we should be moving now?” I asked, voice trembling slightly as my hands brushed against Dresden’s arm. My fingers were cold, clammy, but I could feel the fire of my wolf roaring beneath the surface, urging me forward.Dresden glanced at me, amber eyes flickering with concern and intensity, his jaw tight with the kind of controlled anger that always made my stomach twist. “I’ve been sure for ten years, Mara

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

Silent threat

Mara’s POV The moon hung high above Crescent Pack, its silver glow spilling across the house, painting every corner with shadows. Inside, the tension from earlier still lingered, a heavy fog I could almost feel pressing against my skin. Dresden’s hand was tight around mine, anchoring me, grounding me in the present, yet I could sense my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin, alert, calculating, restless. “Are you ready for this?” Dresden’s voice was low, the intensity behind it slicing through the silence like a knife. I swallowed, my throat tight, and nodded. “I… I think so,” I whispered. My fingers dug slightly into his hand, searching for that anchor, that reassurance I couldn’t quite articulate. Dresden’s eyes softened briefly before hardening again, amber orbs scanning the room as though daring any threat to show itself. “You’ve been hiding far too long, Mara,” he murmured. “Tonight, no more hiding. No more fear. Your wolf deserves her freedom, and so do you.” The sound

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

shadows of betrayal

Mara’s POV The hall was a warzone, shadows and chaos colliding with the crackle of energy and the roar of wolves. My claws were slick with the remnants of battle, my body aching yet alive with adrenaline. My wolf thrummed beneath my skin, alive, fierce, untamed. Every movement I made was sharp, instinctive, precise—survival and power fused into one. Dresden had Bella pinned, his amber eyes glowing, muscles coiled, energy radiating from him like molten fire. I could feel the weight of the pack behind us, their breaths tense, their bodies poised for whatever came next. But I also felt the undercurrent of fear—they had never seen this side of me, the wolf fully awake, fully claiming her space. “Get up, Mara!” Dresden’s growl cut through the chaos, grounding me. His voice was steel wrapped in warmth, commanding and protective all at once. I surged forward, instincts screaming, energy coursing through every nerve. Another rogue lunged at me from the shadows, fangs bared, eyes wild wit

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

treachery tides

Mara’s POV The night still pulsed with energy, but the hall was quiet now, eerie in its sudden emptiness. My claws were retracted, yet my senses remained alert, every shadow, every flicker of movement amplified by the bond that pulsed between Dresden and me. I could feel him beside me, steady, unwavering, his warmth grounding me even as my wolf throbbed with the lingering adrenaline of battle. The rogues had retreated—for now. But I knew better than to trust that calm. Instinct screamed that this was only the beginning. The pack was safe, the immediate danger neutralized, but the undercurrent of treachery still flowed, unseen, yet deadly. I turned to Dresden, amber eyes meeting mine. His expression was a mixture of caution and intensity, his jaw tight, muscles coiled. “Are you hurt?” he asked softly, his hand brushing over my cheek, thumb tracing the sharp angles that had softened in his presence. “I’m fine,” I whispered, though the ache in my ribs and arms told a different story

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

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