All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Desired by His Enemy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

 “You need to see this.”The words come from Sage, sharp but controlled.Iris looks up from the desk before she even processes the rest. The room is quiet, morning light thin through the window, papers spread in front of her that she has been reading for the last hour but not really seeing.Sage steps closer and places the test on the table.Iris does not move at first.Her eyes drop to it.Two lines.Clear. Undeniable.For a moment, there is no sound in the room at all.Then Iris exhales once.Slow.Controlled.Donovan is already standing.He does not speak.He just looks at her.At the test.At her again.Iris reaches out and touches it like it might change if she presses too hard.It does not.“It is positive,” Sage says quietly, like she is confirming something already known.Iris leans back slightly in h

 “Don’t wake her.”The words are soft, but they stop everyone in the room anyway.Iris stands by the bed, one hand still resting on her stomach. The other is half raised, like she was about to reach for Atlas again but thought better of it.Atlas is here now. Small. Warm. Quiet in Haven’s arms.Haven sits on the edge of the bed like she has been doing this her whole life. Like she did not just become a sister minutes ago. Her eyes are fixed on the baby with a focus that feels too sharp for a child her age.Donovan stands behind Iris. He is not speaking. Not moving. Just watching the same thing from a step back, like he is afraid that stepping closer might break the moment.Atlas makes a small sound. Not a cry. Just a breathy noise.Haven smiles.“She likes me,” she says.Iris exhales slowly. The kind of breath that comes after holding tension for too long.“Ev

“You’re not asleep.”Donovan’s voice is low behind me, quiet enough not to disturb the night.I do not turn yet. My hand rests over Atlas where she is strapped against my chest, her small body warm through the fabric. Her breathing is soft and even. Steady.“No,” I answer.The air is cool. It moves through the trees in slow waves, carrying the scent of earth and wood and the faint traces of the pack spread across the land. Familiar. Grounding.I step forward again, my boots pressing softly into the dirt path. I know this route without thinking. I have walked it too many times.Donovan does not close the distance immediately. He lets me move first. Then he falls into step beside me.No questions.Not yet.The eastern tree line rises ahead, tall and quiet, the shadows deeper there. The moonlight barely reaches through the branches.Atlas shifts slightly against me. I adjust the wrap with one hand, instinctive. Her breathing settles again without fully waking.“She likes it out here,” Do

 “You can come in.”My voice is steady, but the room feels smaller than it should.The door opens slowly.Damon steps inside.For a moment, neither of us moves. The distance between us is not far, but it holds years in it. Things said. Things done. Things left undone.He looks older. Not in a way that shows on the surface first. It is in the way he stands. Less certain. More aware of what he carries.I close the door behind him. The sound is soft, final.“Thank you for agreeing to this,” he says.His voice is careful. Measured.Not the same man who stood across from me five years ago.“This is not a favor,” I reply. “You asked for an audience. You have one.”He nods once. Accepts that.Silence stretches.Not empty.Full of everything that is not being said.I move to the table and take a seat. I do not offer him one. No

“One year,” Donovan says quietly. “You have been doing this for one year.”Iris does not look up right away.Her fingers move across the page in front of her, tracing lines of ink, numbers, names, reports. The desk is covered, but not messy. Everything has a place. Everything matters.“One year,” she repeats.The words feel steady in her mouth. Not heavy. Not light. Just true.Morning light slips through the tall windows, soft and pale. It catches on the edge of the papers, the ink faintly shining where it is still fresh.She leans back slightly, letting her eyes move over the room instead of the work.This office still feels strange sometimes.Not because it is unfamiliar.Because of what it means.Supreme Elder.A year ago, she stood in this place and took something that had never been shaped for someone like her. Then she changed it anyway.Donovan steps closer behind her, one hand resting lightly on the back of her chair. He does not touch her yet. He does not interrupt.Through t