All Chapters of His rejected curvy secret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Jacob’s POV Dawn broke over the smoking ruins of our camp like a cruel joke. The first pale light touched the horizon, revealing the full extent of the damage. Tents lay in charred heaps. Barricades were splintered and scattered. The ground was soaked with blood—ours and the enemy’s—mixed with gray ash from the wolves the echo had burned. Bodies of fallen pack members were being carried to the mourning fire. The air smelled of smoke, blood, and defeat. I stood in the middle of it all, blade still in my hand, blood drying on my arms and ribs. My side throbbed from the wound I had taken destroying the hidden rift. My throat burned from Thorn’s grip. Every breath hurt, but I refused to let it show. The giant portal was closed. We had survived the night. But Thorn’s promised “true army” was coming, and the pack was barely holding together. My thoughts were grim and tactical. We had bought ourselves a few hours, but the pack was exhausted, wounded, and outnumbered. If we waited for T

Jacob’s POV The battlefield had become total war. Howls tore through the air. Steel clashed against claw and shadow armor. The roar of the Lunaris echoes mixed with the dark pulse of Thorn’s power, shaking the ground beneath my feet. Shadow wolves pressed the pack from all sides, their violet eyes glowing with relentless hunger. Fires still burned in the distance. The grass was slick with blood. Every breath tasted of smoke and death. I fought through the chaos, blade moving in savage arcs, my only goal burning in my mind like a single clear flame: stop Thorn before he reached Faye and the baby. I would die here if I had to. But he would not touch them. I roared across the field as I cut down another shadow wolf. “Thorn! Your fight is with me!” Thorn turned his massive head toward me, violet eyes blazing with dark amusement. His body, enhanced by Nyra’s stolen power, towered over the battlefield. Living shadow rippled across his skin like muscle made of night. He laughed, the

Faye’s POV My legs gave out the moment the massive echo surge ended. The baby stayed safe in my arms, but the Lunaris echo inside us had grown faint and exhausted. Every breath felt heavy. My body ached from the poison that still lingered and from the power I had just pushed out. The silver light around us dimmed until it was barely a glow. The battlefield was littered with bodies. Pack wolves and shadow wolves lay mixed across the grass. Blood soaked the ground. Broken weapons and burned armor covered the field. The camp behind us stood in ruins. Tents were torn or burned. Smoke rose from dying fires. The air smelled of blood and ash. I forced myself to stand. My legs shook, but I would not stay down. Our daughter stirred against my chest. Her small warmth gave me the last bit of strength I needed. Jacob reached me first. He put one arm around my waist to steady me. “Faye, you pushed too hard. Sit down.” I shook my head. “Not yet. The pack needs to hear from me.” I looke

Jacob’s POV I stood ready at the front of the defensive circle around the old oak. Thorn’s giant shadow construct loomed over us like a mountain of darkness. Its massive form blocked out the moonlight. The remaining pack fought desperately behind me. Bodies lay everywhere across the field. The air was thick with the smell of blood and shadow. Howls and screams filled the night. My thoughts stayed fixed on one goal: buy time for the echo to do something, anything. We were tired. We were outnumbered. But I would not let Thorn reach Faye and the baby. Not while I still stood. I shouted to the pack. “Hold the circle! Do not let him reach the child! Fight with everything you have left!” Riven answered from my left. “We hold! No one gets through!” Lira shouted from the right. “Push them back! For the Luna!” Thorn laughed from behind his construct. The sound rolled across the field like thunder. “Your circle will break. The child will be mine.” He raised one massive arm and se