All Chapters of My Cheating Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The council chamber was packed—all fifteen council members seated around the ancient oak table, with my father presiding at the head. Pack law required council presence for capital punishment votes, and everyone knew what today's meeting would decide. Vanessa's execution. The when, not the if. I sat in the chair reserved for the future Alpha, trying to focus on the proceedings while my mind kept drifting back to Emma. To the way she'd looked at me this morning across that coffee shop table—concerned, honest, still willing to try. "The evidence is clear," Elder Morrison was saying, his weathered face stern. "Vanessa Quinn hired rogues to attack pack members. She led an assault on pack lands that resulted in seven deaths and thirty-two injuries. Pack law prescribes only one punishment for such crimes." "Agreed," Elder Yasmin added. "The vote should be a formality. Execution, carried out within the week." Several council members nodded. But then Counci

My Cheating Mate Emma pov Three weeks since Vanessa's execution, and I'd barely seen Jeremy outside of our therapy sessions. He was hunting. That's what my father called it when I asked where Jeremy had been disappearing to for days at a time. Tracking down every lead on Vanessa's rogue contacts, investigating rumors of contracts on my life, working with intelligence wolves from allied packs to map out the network she'd built. "He's obsessed," my father said over breakfast, his concern evident. "Working himself to exhaustion again. Richard is worried he's going to burn out or get himself killed." I pushed my eggs around my plate, appetite gone. "Has he found anything?" "Three contracts so far. All neutralized before they could be carried out." My father studied my face. "Emma, he's doing this for you. To keep you safe." "I know. That's what worries me." I set down my fork. "Dad, what if this is just another form of self-destruction? What if he's throwing himself into danger b

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov My father's office door was open when I arrived, but he was on the phone, his expression grave. He waved me in and gestured for me to sit. "I understand the situation," he was saying, his Alpha voice firm. "Yes. Coordinate with our border patrols. If they cross into our territory, we respond with full force... No, I won't authorize pursuit into neutral lands without evidence. We're not starting a war over speculation." He paused. "Keep me updated. Every six hours, minimum." He hung up and looked at me, his expression shifting from Alpha to father in an instant. "You look better. Emma said you actually slept." "Twenty hours, apparently." I settled into the chair across from his desk. "She also said the rogue situation is getting worse?" "It is." He pulled out a folder thick with reports. "That phone call was with Alpha Morrison from Silverbrook. Three of his border patrols have reported unusual rogue activity in the past week. Organized movements. Coor

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The casserole was incredible. Real, home-cooked food instead of the protein bars and takeout that had become my diet. But more than the food, it was having Emma across the table from me, talking, laughing, just existing in the same space without the weight of therapy or guilt or carefully maintained distance. "I can't believe you still watch that show," I said, gesturing with my fork at her phone where she'd been showing me clips of some reality dating program. "It's so obviously scripted." "That's what makes it fun!" She was laughing, her eyes bright in a way I hadn't seen in months. "The drama is ridiculous. That's the point." "The point is to rot your brain." "Says the man who spent three hours last month watching wolves rate roadkill on that nature documentary." "That was educational," I protested. "Completely different." "Uh-huh. Sure." She took another bite of casserole. "Face it, we both have terrible taste in entertainment." "At least we'r

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The safe house was three hours north, deep in neutral territory where no pack had claim. We'd driven in silence, Jeremy checking the rearview mirror every few minutes, his jaw tight with tension. I felt like a coward. While my pack—my father, the enforcers, wolves I'd trained with—cleaned up the battlefield and mourned their dead, I was running. Hiding. Letting others fight my battles. "Stop," Jeremy said quietly, not taking his eyes off the road. "Stop what?" "Whatever you're thinking. I can see it on your face. The guilt. The feeling like you should be back there." He glanced at me briefly. "Emma, you're not a coward. You're the target. The reason they attacked. Getting you to safety isn't running—it's strategy." "Three wolves died because of me." "Three wolves died because fifty mercenaries attacked our pack," he corrected firmly. "Not because of you. Because of Vanessa's hired killers. Don't take that on yourself." But how could I not? Those wo