My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 156

“It won’t. We’re prepared this time. Better weapons, better intel, better coordination.” I leaned down, pressing my forehead against hers. “Emma, I’m coming back. To you. To Grace. That’s not a hope. It’s a fast.”

“Don’t make promises-

“I’m not making a promise. I’m stating what’s going to happen.” I kissed her softly-tender, unhurried, savoring the contact. When the sun comes up, I’ll be walking through that door. And we can start building the life we’ve been fighting for.”

Grace stirred between us, making one of those tiny sounds that made my chest ache with love. I touched her soft hair, memorizing the feeling.

“I love you both,” I said. “More than anything in this world.”

“We love you too.” Emma’s voice was thick. “Come home, Jeremy. Please.”

“I will.”

I turned away before I could lose my resolve-before the fear and the love and the weight of everything could convince the to stay. My pack needed me. Our future depended on tonight.

At the armory entrance, I shifted. My wolf emerged with familiar fury and purpose-stronger than before, sharper, driven by everything that mattered.

Behind me, Emma watched. Holding our daughter. Waiting.

I looked back one final time. Burned the image into my memory-Emma’s face, Grace in her arms, the quiet strength in both of them.

Then I turned and ran into the night.

The strike teams were in position by 10:45 PM. Fifteen minutes before the security rotation change. Everyone waiting.

Through the mind-link, I could feel every wolf-their heartbeats, their anticipation, their readiness. Beside them, the vampire warriors radiated cold, lethal calm. Two species, fighting as one. Lord Castellan’s alliance working exactly as it should.

*”All teams, this is Jeremy. Final status check.”:

*”Eastern team ready.”*

*”Southern team ready.”*

*”Western team ready.”*

*”Vampires ready,”* the lieutenant confirmed.

I checked the time. 10:58 PM. Two minutes until the rotation change. Two minutes until we struck.

The warehouse complex loomed in the darkness ahead-industrial buildings surrounded by chain-link fencing topped with razor wire. Floodlights illuminated the perimeter, but Dr. Chen had provided the exact positioning of blind spots, camera angles, guard rotation patterns.

Everything we needed.

10:59 PM.

I thought about Emma. About Grace. About the future we were building. About all the wolves and vampires risking their lives tonight to make that future possible.

About the fifteen wolves we’d lost to Black River. About the hunters who’d attacked our hospital, targeted our newborn, terrorized our pack.

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About Dr. Cher, sitting in a guarded room, feeding us the information that would end this.

About Lord Castellar, watching from somewhere in the shadows, his ancient eyes

tracking every movement.

About my father, healed by vampire magic, coordinating from pack lands in case anything went wrong

About all the choices that had led to this moment. The affair. The betrayal. The therapy. The war. The empire deal. The life debt. All of it converging into this single point in the where everything quld change.

11:00 PM.

*”All teams. This is Jeremy. Strike. “*

The world exploded into motion.

No

Eastern team moved first–twelve vampires surging toward the service entrance with supernatural speed, silent as death. They covered the distance in seconds, breaching the door before the guards on that side even registered movement.

Then the communications went down. Exactly sixty seconds after breach, exactly as promised. The compound’s radio system died simultaneously across all channels.

Two seconds later, southern and western teams hit.

Marcus led the charge through the main entrance, thirty wolves pouring through doors that splintered under the force of shifting wolves. Elder Morrison’s team breached from the west with similar devastating speed.

Inside the compound, chaos erupted immediately. Hunters scrambling, reaching for weapons, trying to organize without communications. But they were too slow. Too surprised. Too outnumbered by supernatural creatures moving faster than human reflexes could track.

I shifted to human form just inside the main entrance, coordinating through the mind-link while the battle raged around me.

*”Eastern team has communications destroyed and weapon cache secured,”* the vampire lieutenant reported. *”Minimal resistance. Moving to clear eastern buildings.”*

*”Southern team engaging main resistance pocket,”* Marcus reported. *”Heavy fighting. Holding position.”*

*”Western team clearing rooms. Encountering pockets of hunters but they can’t coordinate. Taking them down one by one.”*

It was working. The plan was actually working.

I moved through the compound, directing teams, adjusting tactics as situations evolved. Hunters fought desperately-these were fanatics, believers in their mission to eliminate supernatural creatures. They didn’t surrender easily

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