All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Coby’s POVI don’t know how long I was out, but when I finally came to, I was stuffed into the cramped trunk of a moving vehicle. I could tell by the smell of gasoline and the frequent speed bumps. My head throbbed, and every inch of my body ached from the earlier impacts.That fucking monster had broken my neck back there without a second thought. I was lucky to still be alive, but it was going to take a while for me and my wolf to recover completely. For now, I could only depend on myself to get out alive.As the car sped along, the salty taste of the air grew fainter, and I could smell pine and cedarwood, indicating a change of scenery. My jaw tightened as the reality of the situation set in—Ross was heading straight for Shadow Moon Pack. And there was nothing I could do to stop him. At least, not while I was stuck in the trunk of his car.I could feel the cold metal pressing against my skin and hear the hum of the engine as it barreled down the road. Fear clawed at my chest, but I

Ross’s POVAs we advanced, I couldn’t help but think about how sweet it would be to see the fear in Xavier’s eyes, the realization that he couldn’t protect his pack, his precious little family. This wasn’t just an attack. This was personal.The further we moved into Shadow Moon Pack’s territory, the heavier the anticipation grew. The silence between us was palpable, broken only by the occasional whisper of leaves beneath our boots.My senses were on high alert, every nerve in my body tuned to the slightest sound or movement. But everything was still. Just the way I wanted it.As we neared the outer edges of the pack’s territory, I held up a hand, signaling the others to stop. Roman and Elijah froze instantly, their eyes fixed on me, waiting for my next move. I crouched low, scanning the area. I knew Xavier would have his best guards patrolling, but they weren’t expecting this—not yet.I motioned for Roman to scout ahead. He slipped into the shadows without a word, his movements so flu

HANNAH’S POVThe growls and screams of pack members outside clawed at my ears, each one a dagger twisting deeper into my chest. I couldn’t watch the massacre anymore. Warriors from both sides were falling, their lives snuffed out like candles in a storm.My heart ached for them—for the families who would never see their loved ones again. Everyone except Elijah and Ross. They deserved whatever hell awaited them. But Xavier… Kas… Andrew… Where were they? Out there, somewhere, fighting. Leading. Protected by their men, but still in the thick of it. The thought made my stomach churn.I turned away from the window, my hands trembling. The weight of it all pressed down on me, suffocating. I couldn’t bear to see another drop of blood spilled. Not tonight.Jackson squirmed in my arms, his tiny fists clutching at my shirt. His whimpers snapped me back to the present. “Shh, baby,” I whispered, rocking him gently. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here.”His wide, fearful eyes searched mine, and I forced a sm

HANNAH’S POVThe moment Elijah stepped into the doorway, flanked by his men, my breath hitched. His presence was like a storm rolling in—dark and suffocating. My eyes locked onto his, and for a split second, the world narrowed to just him: his cold, calculating gaze, the cruel curve of his lips. My chest tightened as fear and anger clawed at my throat.“Step aside, girl,” Elijah said, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “Hand over the Luna and the boy. Do that, and I promise you won’t get hurt.”Taylor didn’t move. Her stance was steady, her voice like steel. “I’m not afraid of you, Elijah. Turn around and leave, or I’ll make you regret ever coming here.”Elijah chuckled, low and mocking. “I was hoping you’d say that. Now, I get to grant your wish.”With a flick of his hand, his men lunged forward. Taylor turned to me, her eyes blazing with determination. “Go back upstairs, Luna. Take Jackson. Stay there until I clear this. Don’t come down until I say it’s safe.”I nodded, my throa

XAVIER’S POVI stood at the edge of the pack house, my chest heaving, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a deafening echo in my ears. The scene before me was a nightmare—bodies strewn across the yard, some motionless, others writhing in pain. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and glistening under the pale moonlight. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. The battle had come here. It had come to them.And then I saw her.Taylor.She lay crumpled near the porch, her silver hair matted with blood, her face pale and lifeless. My breath hitched, my legs moving before my mind could catch up. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands trembling as I cradled her head. Her skin was cold—too cold—but when my fingers pressed against her neck, I felt it: a faint, fluttering pulse. Relief surged through me. She was alive.“Taylor,” I growled, my voice rough and desperate. I shook her gently, my fingers brushing against the deep gash on he