All Chapters of Reunited Lovers:My RejectedMate Is Now A Renowned Journalist: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Michaelson's POVLater that afternoon, I picked Dwayne up from the pack and drove away from the estate. He sat quietly in the back seat, hugging his stuffed wolf against his chest while watching the scenery through the window. After several minutes of silence, he finally turned toward me.“Where are we going, Dad?”I glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “We’re meeting Charlotte. We’re going somewhere together.”The moment I mentioned her name, Dwayne's face grew sober. His fingers curled around the stuffed wolf, and the excitement that had briefly flickered in his eyes disappeared.“Miss Charlotte doesn’t want to be with us, so why do we keep going to her?” he asked, his question carrying more hurt than anger.I kept my eyes on the road, choosing my next words carefully. “She’ll eventually let go of the past and stay with us.”Dwayne didn't look convinced. He turned back toward the window and rested his cheek against the glass.I understood why he felt that way. Charlotte had p

Morgan's POVI returned to the laboratory later that night. The atmosphere felt cold and unsettling as I walked inside. Although the lights were on and the machines hummed quietly, I could neither see movement nor hear voices anywhere.“Dalton?” I called, narrowing my eyes as I walked deeper into the facility.I reached a curtain separating one section of the laboratory from another and pulled it aside. Something launched itself at my face immediately. Tiny claws scraped against my skin before I knocked the creature away. But it stubbornly latched onto my necktie.I grabbed at it as it dangled from my chest, snarling viciously and trying to climb back toward my face. It was the mouse Dalton had used for his experiment, except it wasn't behaving like one anymore.Its fur was matted with blood. Its tiny body had become unusually aggressive, and its mouth stretched open to reveal rows of jagged teeth. And its eyes? They were red and wild.Irritation bubbled into disgust as my black eyes

Michaelson's POV I sat at the long oak table in my study with several reports spread before me, going through the latest patrol schedules while Corey stood across from me. Skyler had just returned from the southern boundary, giving me an update on the movement of rogues near our territory."The southern patrol needs three extra wolves," Skyler said, tapping one of the reports. "The unit stationed there found fresh tracks near the old ridge this morning. There's nothing serious yet, but whoever left them was moving close to the boundary.""Double the patrol there tonight," I replied, making a note beside the report. "And tell them not to engage unless they have confirmation that the wolves crossed our territory."Skyler leaned against the edge of the table, hands interlocked."I'll send the order."I picked up another report, barely getting through the first few lines when a sharp mind-link suddenly hit my consciousness.{Alpha! The Asylum has been breached}The voice belonged to one

Morgan's POVBy the time I brought Adrianna to the cottage, dawn had already appeared over the forest. The small wooden house was hidden beyond a narrow trail that few people knew existed, far enough from the main roads and pack territory that even a determined search party would have trouble finding it. I had used this place whenever I needed somewhere to stay and think about my life. And of course, my revenge plans.Adrianna sat on the edge of the bed, her back against the wall as she watched every move I made around the house. She had barely spoken since I carried her out of the asylum. I had left a bowl of food and a bottle of water on the table, along with a clean shirt and a pair of trousers from my wardrobe there. Her clothes were filthy and torn from the harsh conditions she endured, and judging by the way her gaze lingered on the food, hunger was fighting with her suspicion."You should eat," I said, placing another plate on the table.But she didn't attempt to pick up the sp

Charlotte's POV I slowly walked over, took the portrait from his hands, and held it against my chest. Then I moved toward the couch and slowly sat down.Michael sat opposite me, observing the grief in my eyes. My fingers moved along the edge of the portrait as I stared at the little girl smiling cheerfully in the photograph.“Her name was Annabelle. She was our daughter," I told him, taking a slow breath."I conceived her after I was banished from the pack. I didn't know what my life was going to become back then. I was alone, angry, and trying to pick up the pieces of my life. Then she came along."A bland smile touched my lips as I raised my face toward Michael."She was such a sweet child, always cheerful and happy. She hardly ever gave me a headache. She had this way of making every bad day feel less terrible just by smiling."My smile thinned out."I used to think about what she would be like when she grew up. Maybe if she were still alive, I think she and Dwayne would have been