All Chapters of My Cheating Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I was at the stove, scrambling eggs for lunch—we'd slept through most of the day after our emotionally exhausting morning—when I heard Emma's footsteps behind me. "Smells good," she said. "Just eggs. Nothing fancy." I stirred the pan, grateful for something to do with my hands. "Should be ready in—" Her lips touched mine. For a moment, I couldn't process what was happening. Emma was kissing me. Actually kissing me, not a quick peck or accidental brush of lips but a real kiss. I froze, the spatula still in my hand, my brain struggling to catch up with reality. Then her hands moved to my back, pressing gently, and I realized this wasn't a mistake. Wasn't an impulse she'd immediately regret. She was choosing this. Choosing me. Right now. The spatula clattered to the counter as I turned off the stove, my hands finding her waist. I kissed her back carefully, tentatively, terrified of doing something wrong, of pushing too hard, of ruining this moment.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I woke to the best sight I'd seen in months—Emma curled against my chest, her hair splayed across my shoulder, her breathing deep and peaceful. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the cabin windows, casting everything in warm gold. We'd made love. Actually made love, not just had sex. She'd trusted me with her body, her vulnerability, her heart. After everything I'd done, all the ways I'd hurt her, she'd still chosen to be intimate with me. The weight of that trust felt both terrifying and precious. I carefully brushed a strand of hair from her face, marveling at how peaceful she looked. No worry lines. No guarded expression. Just Emma, beautiful and trusting and mine. Not fully mine. Not yet. We still had so much to work through. But more mine than I'd been in months, and that was enough to make my chest tight with gratitude. I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her. She'd been through hell—the attack, the fear, the emoti

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The war room was packed—every warrior, enforcer, and combat-capable wolf in the pack, plus representatives from Silverbrook and Moonshadow. Maps covered the table, showing defensive positions, patrol routes, potential attack vectors. "Black River will likely strike from the northwest," I was saying, pointing to the terrain map. "The forest is densest there, giving them cover until they're practically on top of us. We need triple patrols in that sector, with overlapping fields of fire—" My phone rang. The sound cut through my tactical briefing like a knife. "Ignore it," my father said. "We need to finish—" But something about the ring made my wolf surge forward, hackles raised. Instinct. Danger. I pulled out my phone. Unknown number. "I should take this," I said, already moving toward the door. "Jeremy, we're in the middle of—" "It could be about Emma." The excuse came out automatically, though I knew somehow it wasn't. This was something else. So