Todos os capítulos de His rejected curvy secret : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Jacob’s POV I led a fast scouting party north through the dense woods before the sun had fully risen. Riven rode at my right side, his blade already loose in its sheath. Elara stayed close behind with the moonstone secured against her chest. A small group of our hardest warriors followed in tight formation. The pack back at camp was still recovering from the heavy losses against Thorn, but the old oak’s ward and the baby’s growing Lunaris echo gave us a small edge in sensing danger before it arrived. Every step we took felt heavy with the knowledge that Korran’s vanguard was already moving south. My thoughts remained cold and calculating. We could not allow Korran’s army to get close enough to lay siege to the camp. If they reached the borders in full force, the exhausted pack would not survive another prolonged fight. We had to hit them hard and fast, disrupt their momentum, and send a clear message back to their warlord. I spoke to the scouts as we rode. “We hit them hard and

Jacob’s pov I rode to the border at sunrise with the weight of every warning behind me, but I did not slow down. The council had argued late into the night, their voices filled with caution and fear, but I had already made my decision before they finished speaking. If Korran wanted to make demands, then he would face me directly. I was not going to hide behind walls while he threatened my pack.The air was cold, and the ground was still damp from the night. My horse moved steadily beneath me, its breath visible in the morning light. I kept my eyes forward, scanning the tree line and the open stretch ahead. Every step closer to the border tightened something inside me, but I did not let it show. I had to be clear. I had to be steady.I was not truly alone, even if it looked that way.Faye and Elara were out there somewhere behind me, hidden and watching. I trusted them to stay out of sight. The moonstone was with them, and through it, the baby’s echo reached me in faint pulses. It was

Fayes pov I felt the shift the moment Jacob left. The camp did not fall silent, but something in it changed. The strength that usually settled in my chest when he was near had to stretch thinner now, spreading across too many people, too many fears. I could not afford to let it break. Not tonight. The baby’s echo pulsed steadily within me, stronger than it had ever been before. It was no longer just a faint guide or a distant reassurance. It moved with purpose now, like a quiet force that responded to everything around us. Every flicker of fear, every sudden movement, every hidden danger seemed to brush against it, and it answered in kind. I stood near the center of the camp, watching as wolves moved quickly to reinforce the barriers. Wood, stone, and anything solid enough to slow an attack were dragged into place. It was not perfect, and it would not hold forever, but it would give us time. Right now, time was everything. Elara stepped up beside me, the moonstone glowing faint

Jacob’s pov The smell of iron and ash clung to the air as I stepped into the central clearing. For a moment, I just stood there, taking it in. This place had always been the heart of the pack, the one place that felt unshakable no matter what we faced. Now it looked like something had torn through it without mercy. Broken wood lay scattered across the ground, darkened with blood, and the barriers that once stood strong were reduced to splintered remains being hastily pieced back together. We had survived. But it did not feel like a victory. Wolves moved around me, some in human form, others shifting halfway as the healers worked to keep them alive. Their voices were low, strained, filled with exhaustion that no one dared to give in to. Every movement carried urgency, because deep down, we all knew this was not over. Korran had not been defeated. He had been pushed back. That was all. I exhaled slowly as I began to walk further into the clearing, my boots crunching over deb

Jacob’s pov The night had not ended. It had only thinned. That was the first thought that settled in my mind as I stood at the edge of the forest, staring out toward the distant ridge where Korran had taken position. The sky was still dark, but there was a faint shift in it, a warning that dawn was coming whether we were ready or not. We did not have the luxury of waiting for it. Behind me, the others gathered in silence. I could feel their presence without turning—Riven’s steady tension, Elara’s focused calm, Lira’s restless energy, and the two volunteers who had stepped forward knowing exactly what this mission meant. A small team. A dangerous plan. And no room for failure. I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts into something sharp, something ruthless. This was not about holding the line anymore. This was about ending the threat before it could grow beyond our reach. I turned to face them. “We go straight for the crown,” I said, my voice low but firm enough to cut t