All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hannah’s POVAfter Xavier left, Jackson and I settled into his room for a morning of playtime. He was at his most imaginative, lining up his colorful blocks to build a tower he proudly called "Dada's big castle.""Momma, look!" Jackson exclaimed, stretching on his tiptoes beside the precariously leaning structure."What’s this, my little architect?" I said, holding my hands out to steady it. "Be careful, though—if it falls, you might get squished!"Jackson giggled, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. Before long, gravity won, and the castle came crashing down, blocks scattering everywhere. Instead of crying, Jackson burst out laughing, clapping his tiny hands."Boom! Dada's go boom!"I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “You’re right. Boom! Now, let’s see if we can make it even taller this time.”We spent the next hour building, knocking down, and rebuilding, the room filled with his infectious laughter. Eventually, his boundless energy began to wane. Jackson crawled into my l

Hannah’s POVThe music faded, leaving an expectant hush in its wake. Xavier’s commanding voice sliced through the silence like a blade—steady and deliberate.“Loved ones, friends, and pack members,” he began, his tone carrying a weight that gripped everyone’s attention. “Today, we celebrate not only our love but also the future of our pack.”He turned then, his piercing eyes locking onto Jackson, who rested against my chest—small and blissfully unaware of the world’s expectations. For a fleeting moment, Xavier’s expression softened, the intensity giving way to a flicker of pride and tenderness.“My son, Jackson, is more than just my child,” Xavier declared, his voice firm yet laced with affection. “He is the future of our pack.”A ripple of murmurs spread through the gathered wolves. Uneasy whispers filled the room, their meaning clear even in fragments: Too young. Not even a Lycan. Is he serious? But none dared openly question Xavier’s authority. His presence was a force that demande

COBY’S POVI stormed out of the pack house, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. Fury coursed through my veins, hot and relentless. Xavier’s smug grin and Hannah’s unwavering stare replayed in my mind like an unforgiving loop.They thought they could strip me of my claim—my right to Jackson. My son. My flesh and blood. The air was crisp, biting against my heated skin as I stalked toward the quarters. The muted crunch of leaves beneath my boots barely registered over the roar of anger in my head.He thinks he can just name and parade Jackson as his heir? The thought was a match to the gasoline fueling my rage. He doesn’t know what’s coming.Xavier’s smug smirk flashed in my mind again, paired with Hannah’s cold, unyielding stare. My fists clenched at the memory. “My son Jackson will be my heir,” Xavier had said, his voice dripping with conviction. “He will be the next leader of this pack.”Hannah had stood beside him, beaming with pride. My son. My flesh and bl

VIVIAN’S POVThe sun was harsh overhead as I approached Elijah’s house, its midday rays casting sharp shadows across the aged wooden porch. My stomach churned, and my fingers brushed against the folds of my dress as I adjusted it for the third time.Get a grip, I told myself, inhaling deeply before knocking on the heavy oak door. The sound echoed like a heartbeat in the stillness.A moment passed. Then another. The door creaked open, but it wasn’t the young servant I expected. Instead, an elderly woman stood before me, her honey-colored eyes glinting with sharp intelligence. Her expression was unreadable, though a faint air of disapproval clung to her posture as her gaze swept over me.Her voice was calm, yet it carried weight. “Can I help you?”“I’m here to see Elder Elijah,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess myself. Her stare held mine, unwavering, as if she were searching for something I wasn’t aware I had hidden.Her lips pressed together, forming

EVA’S POVAs soon as Vivian walked out, the heavy wooden door to the study clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed in the stillness of the room. I waited a beat, then stepped out from my hiding spot behind the massive bookshelf, the scent of old leather and parchment still clinging to me.Elder Elijah stood by the desk, his arms folded, his sharp eyes locked on the door. His face was a portrait of calculation—cold and meticulous.“Do you think she’ll agree to do it?” I asked, my voice barely audible, almost swallowed by the tension in the air.He turned slowly, his gaze meeting mine. His expression didn’t soften. If anything, the shadows in his eyes deepened.“That remains to be seen,” he said. “But make no mistake—Xavier’s heir won’t live to see the next moon. Not if I have anything to say about it.”The sheer conviction in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, one that wasn’t entirely fear. A wicked thrill coiled in my chest, twisting into excitement. I stepped closer, my movemen