《Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle 》全部章節：第 181 章 - 第 190 章

Samantha“I want Samantha to come with me. In exchange.”“You bastard!”Zephyr’s roar tore through the wrecked restaurant, and my heart clenched.I watched him force himself toward Rowan despite the poison destroying his body from the inside out. Every movement looked agonizing. His muscles barely obeyed him, and his joints seemed to be locking up one after another. Even then, he refused to stop.A sickening crack echoed through the room as he pushed himself beyond what his body could handle.My breath caught.The poison had spread too far.Before he could reach Rowan, the ship lurched violently. The floor tilted beneath us, and Zephyr lost his balance. He crashed onto the ground, and Mona slipped from his grasp beside him.Rowan rolled his eyes as if none of it mattered.“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”He walked toward us at an infuriatingly casual pace.“Besides, this isn’t even the first time I’ve stolen your mate.”The words made something dark flash across Zephyr’s face.Within secon

Samantha Rowan’s lips pulled back in a snarl as his wolf form shook with contempt, his gaze fixed on Zephyr. The scoff that followed came out rough and guttural. “A Luna?” he mocked. “You really think that title is going to protect you?”I could feel the weight of his certainty even from where I stood. In his mind, I already knew what I was supposed to be. A Luna, yes, but only as decoration. Something tied to an Alpha, nothing more than a symbol that looked good beside power but never held any of it.He did not see what I had become.To him, that word had never meant strength. It had always meant control over someone else, never connection. I could almost see where that belief came from. He had grown up watching his father treat his own mate, the Luna of their pack, like an object meant for display rather than respect.But what he witnessed was not truth. It was a broken bond mistaken for structure. A connection already hollow long before it could ever grow into something real. That

Samantha Samantha barely heard the chaos around her anymore.The moment I stumbled, Zephyr caught me.“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”His voice was low and steady, wrapping around me almost as securely as his arms. The transformation had drained every bit of strength from my body. My muscles ached, my legs trembled, and exhaustion settled deep into my bones. If Zephyr hadn’t caught me when he did, I knew I would have collapsed right there.The freezing wind cut across my skin, making me shiver. My clothes had been destroyed during the shift, leaving me exposed to the cold seawater and harsh ocean air. Thankfully, Mona had managed to find a pair of discarded coats nearby. They were soaked and uncomfortable, but they offered enough coverage that I could stop worrying about it.The second Zephyr pulled me against his chest, I stopped fighting the exhaustion.“You’re alright,” he whispered again.I buried my face against him and closed my eyes.Everything felt unreal.“Zephyr…” My

Samantha The trip back to Northbridge Port felt surreal after everything that had happened. I stood beside Zephyr as Elder Derick personally supervised Raymond and the remaining Blood Creek wolves being taken into custody. By the time we arrived, the docks were packed with Nocturnal Order hunters. Everywhere I looked, people were moving with purpose, securing prisoners and organizing the aftermath of the disaster.Raymond’s crimes stretched far beyond pack law. He had violated both supernatural and human laws, and Elder Derick made it clear that his punishment would not be decided lightly. He planned to work directly with government authorities to make sure every crime was investigated before a final sentence was handed down.“Don’t worry,” Elder Derick told Zephyr and me. His voice carried the calm confidence of someone who intended to see justice done. “Once this is over, he will never walk free again. In fact, the punishment waiting for him may outlast the natural lifespan of a we

Third Person POV The shouting refused to die down. Photographers called Samantha’s name from every direction, pleading for one more picture, one more smile, terrified that if they looked away for even a second, they would miss the biggest story of the year. She could no longer hold back the smile spreading across her face. It was bright, genuine, and completely free, carrying none of the fear that had once followed her everywhere she went. She looked toward the sea of cameras and spoke in a clear, steady voice. “We will get married tomorrow.” The entire red carpet erupted. “What?!” “Tomorrow?!” “You’re serious?!” “Samantha, is this really happening?!” Flashes exploded like lightning across the venue. Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched toward the couple as questions poured out from every direction. The excitement became so intense that security had to step in to keep the crowd from rushing the stage. Samantha simply smiled, looking happier than ever. It felt as