All Chapters of Reunited Lovers:My RejectedMate Is Now A Renowned Journalist: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

Michaelson's POVOur bodies collided with enough force to shake the ground below us. Morgan slashed his claws toward my throat, but I caught his wrist and twisted hard. He snarled and drove his other fist into my ribs.Pain shot through my side. I released him instantly. Morgan spun and kicked me across the chest. I flew backward and crashed into the wire-mesh fence. The metal bent under my weight. I pushed myself up just as Morgan came rushing toward me again.He swiped his claws, but I blocked them with my arm."Seven years!" Morgan roared. "Seven years, Michael!"I shoved him away. "You chose this path.""I chose nothing!" he yelled manically, attacking me with brutal force.I ducked away from his claws and punched him in the belly. Morgan doubled over, but instead of falling, he grabbed the back of my neck and smashed his forehead against mine.My vision flashed white.He followed with a vicious punch that sent me stumbling across the field."You took everything from me!"I recove

Charlotte's POVWith Dalton arrested, the authorities began investigating everything connected to his operation. What started as an arrest quickly turned into something much larger when investigators discovered evidence that he had also been responsible for Nichole's death.James contacted me shortly after the investigation began. Although I had already resigned from investigative journalism, I still had years of experience, discovering hidden operations, following evidence, connecting people, and finding information that others often overlooked. This case was too dangerous to ignore, especially after everything Dalton had done to my family and the Winter Moon Pack."I have access to everything I collected from the laboratory," I told James as we sat in front of a computer in the government investigation room."The files, photographs, research records, surveillance footage, subject lists, financial records, everything."James nodded. "Then let's make sure none of it disappears."We sp

Charlotte's POVThe Eve of New Year arrived with a mild winter glow over the Winter Moon Pack. Snow covered the ground around Michael's mansion, but the lawn had been transformed into something that looked almost magical. White wooden chairs were arranged in neat rows facing a beautifully decorated wedding arch covered with evergreen branches, white roses, and delicate strings of warm lights. Small lanterns lined the walkway, their golden glow reflecting against the snow, while wreaths and silver ribbons decorated the surrounding trees.At the center stood the altar. Behind it, the forest stretched into the distance, its snow-covered trees forming a natural backdrop.I stood inside the bedroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My wedding gown was nothing like the simple dresses I had worn throughout my life.It was elegant without being excessive, with a fitted bodice covered in delicate lace that hugged my waist before flowing into a long, graceful skirt. Tiny silver beads scattered

Charlotte's POVMy eyes squeaked open, and I sprang up from bed. Something was moving inside my stomach. I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach revolted.I dropped to my knees beside the toilet and vomited, gripping the edge of the seat as another wave of nausea rolled through me.When I finished throwing up, I remained there for a moment, breathing heavily."What is happening to me?"I wiped my mouth and slowly got to my feet.For the past few mornings, I'd been waking up nauseous. At first, I'd blamed it on exhaustion between wedding celebrations, family gatherings, and the chaos of adjusting to married life; I hadn't thought much of it.But this was different.I stared at myself in the mirror as a thought struck me.My eyes widened in surprise."No..."I hurried into the bedroom and grabbed the pregnancy test I'd bought a week ago, almost afraid of what I would see. A few minutes later, I stared at the result.Two lines.My fingers trembled slightly."I'm pregnant."The