All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me: his reject, her rising: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mara’s POV The moon hung low, a silver blade in the sky, casting jagged shadows across the courtyard. The figure before me was impossibly tall, cloaked in darkness, aura sharp and suffocating. My wolf coiled beneath my skin, muscles taut, claws unsheathed, every fiber of my being screaming in recognition: this was no ordinary shadow. This was a predator, calculated, lethal, and personal. “Finally,” he hissed, voice cold as steel and dipped in venom, carrying an edge that made the hair on my arms stand on end. “We meet at last, Mara. And just in time for a reckoning.” My heart slammed against my ribcage. My wolf growled, throat vibrating with anticipation, claws scraping the ground, ready to tear, to shred, to annihilate. Dresden’s presence anchored me, amber eyes glowing, every movement precise and lethal, but the tension radiating from this shadow was different. He wasn’t just dangerous; he was familiar. I knew him. Knew him from somewhere buried deep in memory, in dreams, in nig

Mara’s POV The forest was quiet, deceptively so, after the shadows vanished. But I could feel them still—traces in the air, in the soil, in the tension coiling inside my wolf. Every instinct screamed that they had not truly left, that this was only the prelude. My chest heaved, heart hammering in my ribcage as I clutched Dresden’s hand, grounding myself to reality, to him, to the now. “They will be back,” Dresden murmured, his voice low but heavy with unshakable certainty. His amber eyes scanned the treeline, burning with Alpha intensity. I felt the heat radiate from him, not just physical, but a protective aura that anchored my trembling heart. “We need to prepare.” I nodded, though my mind raced with questions, with fears, with fragments of memories I could barely place. My wolf growled low, voice vibrating inside me, sensing not only danger but revelation. There was history here, history I had buried deep, history that had been clawing its way back to the surface tonight. “The

Mara’s POV The forest was unnervingly silent as Dresden and I made our way back toward the Crescent pack house. The shadows had vanished—or at least, for now—but the echo of their presence lingered, a cold reminder that the past never truly stayed buried. My heart pounded, wolf thrumming beneath my skin, each beat a reminder that the fire inside me had been reignited. Dresden’s hand remained firmly on my back, a steady anchor in a world that had suddenly become unpredictable. His amber eyes scanned the woods, unblinking, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to strike. I had known for years that he was formidable—but tonight, I understood the depth of his power. Not just strength, but control, dominance, and an unwavering instinct to protect me at all costs. “Are you… okay?” Dresden asked, voice low, carrying both concern and something unspoken, something deeper that sent a shiver down my spine. “I—” I began, but words failed me. The truth was, I didn’t know. My human self felt

Mara’s POV The morning after the assault, the Crescent pack house was eerily silent. The air was thick with tension, smoke from scorched barricades still drifting in from the outer yard. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, vibrating with unease, sensing the undercurrents of something darker than yesterday’s attack. Dresden had left only moments ago, promising to secure reinforcements from the northern outposts. His absence left a void—one that made every shadow feel alive, every whisper suspicious. My instincts screamed at me that danger was still close, but the true threat wasn’t only outside. It was inside, hidden behind smiles and polite nods. “Stay close,” my wolf whispered, coiling around my senses like steel. “Something’s wrong.” I nodded silently, scanning the hallways. Pack members moved about, some with hushed conversations, others pretending normalcy. But the subtle tension was unmistakable. Whispers stopped abruptly whenever I turned a corner, glances lingered j

Mara’s POV The air in the Crescent pack house was thick with tension, suffocating, as though the walls themselves held their breath. Dawn had barely broken, yet the chaos from last night’s confrontation still echoed in my mind—the echoes of masked intruders, the scent of fear, the weight of betrayal pressing against every fiber of my being. I sat at the edge of the council chamber, still tense, wolf coiled tight beneath my skin, ready to erupt at the slightest threat. Dresden remained beside me, silent, a steady force anchoring me to reality. His hand brushed mine occasionally, grounding me, reminding me that despite the storm of enemies, despite the council’s treachery, I was not alone. My wolf prowled internally, sensing the unease in the air, the faintest whisper of movement beyond the walls. Every guard, every pack member, every shadow seemed suspect. And for the first time, I realized that not even those closest to me could be taken at face value. Dresden’s voice cut through