All Chapters of His rejected curvy secret : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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The Return to Camp

Faye’s POVThe moment my daughter was back in my arms, everything inside me shifted.Not into peace. Not into safety. But into something sharper and more fragile. Relief so strong it almost made me dizzy. Fear so deep it refused to loosen its grip.Jacob helped me onto the horse, then climbed up behind me. I held our daughter tightly against my chest, afraid that if I loosened my arms even a little, she would be taken again. Her small cries pressed against my heart, each sound a reminder of how close I had come to losing her forever.“Hold on to me,” Jacob said, his voice close to my ear.I nodded, though I did not turn around. I could not stop looking at her tiny face. She was flushed from crying, her eyes squeezed shut, her small mouth trembling. I pressed my lips to her forehead.“Mommy’s got you,” I whispered softly. “We’re going home. You’re safe now.”Even as I said it, fear crawled through me. I did not know if it was true.Behind us, a howl tore through the forest.It was long

The Silent Camp: Rally or Surrender

Jacob’s POVI have faced war before. I have stood on battlefields where blood soaked the earth and howls split the sky. I have made decisions that cost lives and carried them without bending.But nothing prepared me for the sight of my own camp standing silent.The air felt wrong. Too still. Too empty. The scent of my pack lingered, but it was tangled with something darker. Fear. Blood. And beneath it all, the faint trace of Thorn’s cursed wolves.Faye remained seated on the horse, our daughter pressed tightly against her chest. Her face was pale from blood loss, but her eyes burned with a fierce kind of awareness. She saw what I saw.Sienna stood in the center of the clearing, her posture straight, her expression cold. The knife in her hand was stained deep red. It was not fresh from an animal kill. It was pack blood.I stepped forward slowly, placing myself slightly in front of Faye and the baby without making it obvious. My voice came out low but steady.“Where are they, Sienna? Wh

Into the Heart of the Trap

Jacob’s POV The camp had never felt this wrong before. I had walked these paths hundreds of times. I knew every tent, every cabin, every place where the ground dipped or the wind changed direction. Yet that morning everything felt unfamiliar. The silence had made it worse as a living camp should never be this quiet. I tightened my hold on Faye as I carried her through the narrow path between two cabins. Her body felt too light in my arms, and the warmth of her blood had already soaked through the cloth wrapped around her wound. Our daughter rested against her chest, wrapped in a blanket. The baby had grown quiet again, though every so often she let out a soft cry that made my chest tighten. Behind us, several paces back, Sienna followed with the knife still in her hand. She said nothing, only watched. I did not trust her presence, but for now, she had not tried to stop us. That alone told me she believed Thorn’s trap would finish the work for her. Faye shifted weakly in my arm

A Mother’s Strength: The Moonstone Quest Begins

Faye’s POV When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I felt was warmth. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. My body ached from head to toe, and my head felt heavy, as if the world was still spinning around me. The air inside the tent smelled of herbs and smoke, and somewhere nearby I could hear quiet voices. Then I felt something small move against my chest. My heart jumped. I looked down quickly and saw my daughter curled safely in my arms. A shaky breath escaped my lips. “She’s here,” I whispered. Tears burned in my eyes as I pulled her closer. Her tiny fingers moved against my shirt, and the sound of her soft breathing filled the silence around me. The last memories rushed back all at once. The ritual. The blood. The cursed wolves and the fight inside the tent. I forced myself to sit up slowly. A sharp pain shot through my body, but something else moved with it. A gentle warmth spread through my chest and down my arms. It felt familiar, like a heartbeat that did

Rallying the Pack: Veyr’s Shadow

Jacob’s POV The camp did not look like the home I remembered. I stood in the center of the clearing and slowly looked around me. Wolves moved between the tents, some limping, others helping the injured sit up or drink water that had been carefully boiled and purified. The poison Thorn had spread through the camp had not killed them, but it had nearly destroyed us. If not for Faye and our daughter, it would have. The thought settled heavily in my chest as I stepped onto the wooden platform near the fire pit so everyone could see me. One by one the pack began to gather. Some looked pale while others were still shaking from the lingering effects of the poison. But they came anyway. They always came because they trusted me. And that responsibility felt heavier than ever. I drew in a breath. “The poison hasn’t been cured,” I said, my voice carrying through the clearing. “But it has been slowed.” A murmur moved through the crowd. “Faye and our daughter saved your lives.” Several

The Ruins Clash: Veyr’s First Strike

Jacob’s POV The ruins felt like a graveyard. Broken pillars leaned against one another like old bones, and the wind moved through the cracked stone with a hollow whisper that made the place feel older than time itself. Moss covered the shattered altar at the center of the clearing, and the ground was scarred by years of forgotten battles. But it was not empty. Wolves moved between the stones as well as Veyr’s scouts. I counted at least a dozen before my eyes finally settled on the one standing in the middle of them all. Veyr. He was taller than I expected, broad-shouldered, and built like a war beast. His dark hair hung loose around a face carved with old scars. One long mark ran from the corner of his eye down to his jaw. His gaze was fixed on the bundle in Faye’s arms. My daughter. I stepped slightly forward, placing myself between them. Behind me I could feel Faye shift on her horse, tightening her hold on the baby. Lira and Riven spread out on either side while Elara r

The Moonstone’s Call: A Moment of Normalcy

Faye’s POV The ruins slowly disappeared behind us, swallowed by the thick forest as we rode away. My arms ached from holding the baby so tightly, but I refused to loosen my grip. Even now my body still trembled from the battle we had just survived. Veyr’s voice echoed in my mind, along with the sight of Elder Corvin being dragged away. I forced myself to breathe slowly. Jacob rode beside me, his eyes constantly scanning the trees around us. The wound on his shoulder had bled through his shirt, but he ignored it like he always did. Behind us, Lira, Elara, and Riven followed closely. The moonstone rested in a cloth bundle tied carefully to Elara’s saddle. She had managed to touch it during the chaos at the ruins, and the moment her fingers brushed the ancient stone, it had come alive with a faint silver glow. Not fully awakened but no longer dormant. Even from a distance, I could feel it. The Lunaris echo inside my daughter responded to it like a heartbeat answering a

The Sunset Rescue: The Elder’s Sacrifice

Jacob’s POV The sky burned orange as the sun sank toward the horizon. Sunset. Exactly the time Veyr wanted. Exactly the time we were walking into his trap. The forest around us was unnervingly quiet as we moved forward through the trees. Every step felt heavy with the weight of what waited ahead. I led the way with my senses stretched wide, every muscle tense. Behind me, the others followed. Riven moved like a shadow to my left, silent and alert. Lira walked just behind him, twin blades ready in her hands. Elara carried the moonstone carefully wrapped in cloth, though its faint silver glow bled through the fabric. And behind me— Faye. I stopped walking and the others halted immediately as I turned around. Faye stood there, pale but steady, our daughter cradled in her arms. The moonstone now rested against the baby’s chest, its light pulsing softly with her tiny heartbeat. My jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.” Her eyes met mine calmly. “We’ve already had this conversa

The Moonstone’s Light: A Quiet Night Before the Storm

Faye’s POV The forest was quiet when we finally stopped. Too quiet. The kind of silence that settles after death. I could still see Elder Corvin’s face when I closed my eyes. The determination in it. The pain. The way his voice had torn through the battlefield when he stabbed Veyr and shouted for us to protect the child. Protect her. My arms tightened instinctively around my daughter. Jacob walked beside me as we moved through the trees, his steps steady but heavy. Riven and Lira carried Corvin’s body between them, wrapped carefully in a cloak. Elara walked close behind them, holding the moonstone. Even through the cloth covering it, the stone glowed faintly. And my daughter responded. The warmth pulsed through her tiny body and into mine like a shared heartbeat. It was the only reason I was still walking. Hours ago, after the ritual and the battle, I should have collapsed. My body still felt weak from the blood loss, but every few moments a quiet wave of strength flowed th

The Cursed Valley Approach: Riven’s Past

Jacob’s POV Night wrapped around the forest like a heavy cloak as we moved forward. The moon had not yet risen, leaving the world in deep shadows. Only the faint glow of the moonstone lit our path as Elara carried it carefully beside us. Every step toward the cursed valley felt heavier than the last. I walked at the front, my senses stretched wide. The air felt colder the farther we went north, and something about the forest itself felt wrong. The wind barely moved the branches, and the usual sounds of night animals were missing. Even the forest seemed afraid of the valley ahead. Behind me, Faye rode quietly on one of the horses we had taken from camp. She held our daughter close to her chest, wrapped safely against the cold. Despite everything she had been through, she looked steadier tonight. The Lunaris echo was helping her. Every now and then I saw the faint silver pulse travel from the moonstone to the baby, and then to Faye. Like a quiet chain of power binding them tog

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