All Chapters of The Mate He Rejected: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

CAOMH'S POV  My fingers were entirely numb, scraping against the frost-covered stone as I squeezed through the narrow, unlatched window of my private suite. I tumbled forward, my heavy boots hitting the thick woven rug with a soft, muted thud. I quickly turned and pushed the glass window shut, cutting off the howling wind and sealing the room in a heavy, tense silence. I stood in the dark, shivering violently as the lingering adrenaline from my meeting with Cullen Arden slowly drained from my veins. I stripped off my damp wool coat and dropped it onto a nearby chair. I glanced at the small silver clock sitting on the writing desk. One-fifteen in the morning. My heart hammered a slow, heavy rhythm against my ribs. Amos should have returned by now. Amos Billy Pope was one of the last remaining enforcers in the Silver Moon pack who still answered directly t

I crouched behind a thick concrete pillar, my breathing sharp and shallow. I was not supposed to be down here. When the scout burst into the war room, Cullen had explicitly ordered me to stay behind the fortified doors of our wing. But the maternal instinct burning inside my chest refused to let me sit idle while a five-year-old child was dragged directly into a mercenary stronghold. I had slipped past the Northern sentries and followed Maddox’s extraction team down through the narrow, unlit servant passages. I peered carefully around the edge of the gray concrete. The lower garage was massive, usually reserved for the armored vehicles of the visiting Alphas, but tonight it belonged entirely to the rogues. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries milled around the dark, idling SUVs. They wore mismatched leather armor and carried long, cruel-looking hunting blades. The sheer number of them confirmed exactly what we had f

CULLEN'S POV  Maddox stepped out from the deep shadows near the corner of the room. The large enforcer moved with his usual silent grace, stepping into the golden light. "The child is secure, Alpha," Maddox reported, his rough voice pitched low. "We moved her through the servant passages exactly as the Luna instructed. She is sleeping in the back of the armored carriage under heavy guard. She is completely safe." A grim, solid satisfaction settled into my bones. One innocent life pulled from the fire. Bronson Riordan would never touch that little girl again. "Good work, Maddox," I murmured, turning my silver eyes back to the center of the room. A massive map of the continent was spread across a long table carved from dark stone. Small wooden markers representing the different packs and mercenary units were scattered across the parchment. Standing directl

CAOMH'S POV  I sat in the back seat, staring blankly at the frost creeping along the edges of the thick glass. The heavy leather seats were cold, offering no comfort as the vehicle hit a deep pothole, shaking my teeth. My wrists were tightly bound together in front of me with thick, industrial plastic zip-ties. The plastic bit deeply into my skin with every bump in the road, leaving angry red welts, but I did not complain. I did not move. I was a prisoner in my own convoy. The heater near my feet blew a steady stream of dry, stale air into the cabin, mixing with the sharp, bitter scent of cheap coffee and the distinct smell of betrayal. Sitting directly across from me, occupying the opposite seat, was Bronson Riordan. He held a steaming paper cup of coffee in his hand, looking completely relaxed. His charcoal suit was immaculate. He watched me with a dark, mocking gleam in h