《Too Late To Want Me: his reject, her rising》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

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

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.”

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

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

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