All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA’S MATE : a tale of unexpected love: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

*JORDYN'S POV*The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow across the pack grounds as I finally left my office. The weight of the day clung to me like a second skin. Every hour had been consumed by meetings, planning sessions, and endless rounds of strategy discussions. The scent of pine and earth drifted through the open windows, but it did little to calm my restless mind.I moved down the corridor, my footsteps steady against the stone floor, each one echoing with purpose. Tonight would be critical. Janette and I still had to finalize our battle strategy. She would be back soon, and we needed to make every second count. The clock was ticking, and Vincent’s betrayal had pushed us dangerously close to the edge.As I rounded the corner, I spotted Josh standing by one of the large windows overlooking the training grounds. His posture was rigid, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on the warriors below. Their synchronized movements were sharp, precise, and fierc

*JORDYN'S POV*The night stretched on as preparations reached their peak. The warriors returned from the woods, each reporting their tasks completed. Despite their readiness, the tension was palpable. They didn’t voice it, but I could see it in their eyes: fear, determination, and the unspoken question of whether all our efforts would be enough.I returned to the war room, the flickering candlelight a stark contrast to the storm raging in my head. The map was still spread across the table, its markings now etched into my mind. Every location, every trap, every contingency—I had thought of everything. Or so I hoped.Janette stood across the room, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. Her sharp gaze followed me as I paced.“You’re thinking too much,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence.I stopped mid-step and turned to her. “I can’t afford not to.”She pushed off the wall and walked over, her boots clicking against the wooden floor. “You’ve done everything right,

*JORDYN'S POV*The war room buzzed with activity when we returned. Maps were spread across the tables, warriors and strategists murmuring quietly as they worked. Janette was at the center of it all, her sharp commands cutting through the noise.She looked up as we entered, her expression a mixture of relief and annoyance. “Finally. I was starting to think you’d gotten yourself captured.”“Not yet,” I said dryly. “We caught five scouts near the eastern border. They’re in the holding cells now.”Janette’s eyes narrowed. “Scouts? That’s bold. Vincent’s growing cocky.”“Or desperate,” Josh added. “Either way, we have to assume more are coming.”Janette nodded, her focus shifting back to the map. “What’s the plan for the captives?”“Interrogation,” I said. “But I’ll need your help. You’re better at reading people than I am.”She smirked. “Finally admitting you’re not perfect?”I ignored her jab and gestured for her to follow me. “Come on. Let’s see what they have to say.”*** The holding

*JORDYN'S POV*The battle wasn’t over, but the tide was turning in our favor. The western pass was holding, and the eastern border was secure for now.But I knew this was just the beginning. The rival pack was still out there, and Vincent’s defeat would only make them more desperate.“We need to regroup,” I said to Josh as we returned to the war room. “This war isn’t over yet.”He nodded, his expression grim but determined.*** The battlefield was chaos. Screams, growls, and the sounds of claws tearing through flesh echoed through the forest. The rival pack had turned the tide, shifting into their wolf forms to gain the upper hand. It was an aggressive move, one designed to catch us off guard—and it worked.Our men, though strong, weren’t prepared for the brutal efficiency of the rival pack’s wolves. Their sharp teeth and relentless speed overwhelmed some of our front lines.“Alpha, we’re sustaining heavy injuries,” one of my commanders reported through the comms. “They’re using thei

*JORDYN'S POV*By the time the last rival wolf fell, the battlefield was eerily silent. The Silver Black pack had won, but at a great cost. Bodies of wolves, both ours and theirs, lay scattered across the blood-soaked ground.I stood in the center of the carnage, my chest heaving as I surveyed the destruction. Brianne came to my side, slipping her hand into mine.“We did it,” she said softly, her voice filled with both relief and sorrow.I nodded, but the weight of the loss—of my mother’s sacrifice—pressed heavily on my shoulders.As the sun set, casting a crimson glow over the battlefield, we gathered the fallen. My mother’s body was laid gently on a makeshift stretcher, her spear placed beside her.Janette approached me, her face grim. “She redeemed herself, Jordyn. She fought like the warrior she was.”I swallowed hard, unable to speak.Brianne wrapped her arms around me, her presence a balm to my wounded soul. “We’ll rebuild,” she whispered. “Together.”I nodded, though my heart f