All Chapters of My Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Too bad, I'm Taken: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

RyanLogan’s message arrived without warning during the war briefing, cutting through the room in a way that immediately shifted attention to the scout standing near the table. He did not explain anything, he simply placed the sealed parchment down and stepped back, leaving it there like a challenge rather than information.I did not ask who it was from. The seal already told me.I broke it open and read it once, without interruption, without reaction, and without giving anyone in the room the satisfaction of seeing what it triggered. The words were simple in structure but heavy in intent. He demanded Giuliana’s return in exchange for what he called peace, as if peace was something he still had the authority to negotiate after everything that had already happened.When I finished reading, I placed it back on the table.No one spoke immediately, and I did not rush them into silence. It came naturally because everyone understood the weight of what had just entered the room.“He is deman

RyanBy the time I reached the outer wall of the pack house, I already knew the situation had moved past containment. The air carried the pressure of forced entry, the kind that does not come from a single breach but from multiple points collapsing at once. Stone near the entrance had already cracked under impact, and the guards stationed there were no longer holding a clean formation. They were reacting, adjusting, recovering where they could.Logan’s forces were inside.That was no longer a possibility.It was a fact written into every broken structure I passed.I stepped over a fallen section of barricade as a warrior moved quickly to my side, falling into pace without slowing me down.“They are not staying at the outer line,” he said, voice tight but controlled. “They pushed through east entry and split into the lower corridors. We are trying to close them off, but they are moving too fast for full containment.”I did not stop walking.“How deep?” I asked.“Second layer already,”

Giuliana The passage they forced me through was not part of any official Silver Moon safe routes, and I realized it the moment we left the last familiar marker behind. The walls were narrower here, older, and stripped of the usual pack symbols that guided movement inside controlled territory. There was no guard rotation, no Silver Moon presence, only unfamiliar warriors positioned at intervals along the corridor like they were waiting for something already decided.My steps slowed once, not because I was told to stop, but because my body reacted before my mind did. The pregnancy made everything sharper now, not in thought, but in pressure, in breath, in the way my balance had to be constantly corrected. I steadied myself quietly, forcing my pace to match theirs again because stopping was not an option they were offering me.Xander stayed beside me, not touching, but close enough that every adjustment I made was measured. The men behind and ahead formed a controlled line that did not

The front line had already shifted twice by the time I stepped fully into the main battleground, and I didn’t slow my pace as I crossed into the open stretch where the last resistance line was holding, because the air itself carried the scent of blood, dust, and something sharper beneath it, something that told me control was slipping faster than the reports had suggested and that every second I wasted standing still would cost more than it should.Warriors moved around me in tight formation, some holding position while others pulled back in measured steps, but the pattern wasn’t stable, and I adjusted my stride, pushing forward through the line until I reached the edge where the clash was still active, my attention cutting through movement instead of getting lost in it.A sudden break in movement caught my attention before anything else did, and I shifted my focus toward it instantly.A wolf tore through the outer line at full speed, cutting across the field in a direct path toward m

I pushed straight into Blackwood territory border line without slowing, my stride steady and deliberate as the first line of their warriors met us head on, and the impact came hard and immediate, bodies colliding, claws tearing, the sound of metal and bone filling the air in a way that left no space for hesitation or second guessing, and my warriors followed through behind me in tight formation, their movements sharp and controlled as I drove forward through the resistance with a focus that didn’t drift, because every second we spent stuck at their border was another second she remained in their hands.They weren’t fighting like a pack caught off guard, and that settled quickly in my mind as I cut through the first cluster of resistance, because their formation held even under pressure, their lines closing fast, their movements measured instead of scattered, and it told me this wasn’t just defense, it was planned to hold us here longer than necessary. One of them lunged toward me fro