My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 138

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Tears were streaming down my face now, silent and hot. I clutched the phone tighter, reading the words again and again.

*”Months. “* They’d been watching us for months. Before Dr. Chen was even recruited Before the Black River war. Before any of this started.

Which meant Dr. Chen wasn’t their only source. Wasn’t even their primary source.

There was another spy. Someone else. Someone we hadn Mound.

Or maybe the thought made me physically ill maybe Dr. Chen had been a plant from the beginning. Designed to be discovered. A sacrificial intelligence source meant to make us feel like we’d found the threat where the real danger had been watching from somewhere else entirely.

*”Here’s what’s going to happen,”* the fourth message read. *”You’re going to go about your day normally. You’re going to greet your mate when he comes home. You’re going to smile and celebrate and act like everything is fine. And tonight, when everyone is celebrating, you’re going to leave the pack house alone. Walk to the eastern tree line. Come alone. Bring the pup.

“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no-”

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**If you tell anyone-anyone at all-we’ll know. We have someone inside your pack, Emma. Someone you trust. Someone you haven’t found yet. Don’t test us.

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Another spy. Inside our pack. Someone close enough to photograph me nursing in the kitchen. Someone with access, with trust, with opportunity.

The final message arrived thirty seconds later.

A second photo. This one taken from even closer-maybe fifty yards. It showed the pack house from a different angle, and in the background, barely visible through a window, I could see myself in the rocking chair. Right here. Right now. With Grace.

They were watching me read these messages.

I forced myself not to look at the window again. Forced my expression to remain neutral despite the terror coursing through me. If they were watching-really watching-they’d see my reaction. Would know how frightened I was.

Which was exactly what they wanted.

Grace stirred in the bassinet, making a soft sound. I reached over automatically, soothing her with gentle touches. My daughter. My perfect, beautiful daughter who deserved a safe world.

A world I was failing to give her.

The phone buzzed one final time. Not a message this time. A photo.

Grace. Sleeping in her bassinet. Taken from outside the window, through the glass, with a telephoto lens that could have been-

Could have been positioned anywhere within a quarter mile.

*”Cute dog,”* the message read. *”Tonight. Eastern tree line. Midnight. Come alone. Bring her. Or we come to you.’

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I sat in the rocking chair as dawn fully broke, golden light streaming through the windows. The beautiful morning mocking the terror inside me.

Jeremy was coming home. Victorious. Celebrating. Believing we’d won.

And I was sitting here, phone in my trembling hand, knowing we hadn’t.

Knowing someone was watching my daughter sleep.

Knowing there was another traitor somewhere in our midst.

Knowing rotthdn’t tell anyone without risking Grace’s life.

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The weight of it pressed dowon ine like a physical force. The isolation. The fear. The impossible choice between telling Jeremy everything and potentially losing oface, or keeping silent and walking into what was obviously a trap.

Either way, my daughter was in danger.

I looked down at the phone one more time. At the photos of my daughter taken without my knowledge. At the casual, threatening messages from someone who clearly believed they had all the power.

*She is a cute little dog. *

My wolf stirred inside me. Not with panic this time. Not with terror.

With something colder. Sharper. More dangerous.

Because whoever was doing this-whoever had been watching my family for months, whoever had orchestrated Dr. Chen as a diversion, whoever was threatening my newborn daughter-they’d made one critical mistake.

They d underestimated me.

They thought I was just Jeremy’s mate. Just the Luna. Just a woman who’d been through too much and was barely holding together.

They didn’t know what a mother would do to protect her child.

And they were about to find out.

Grace stirred again, her tiny hand reaching up from the blanket. I took it gently, feeling her fingers wrap around mine with that surprising newborn strength.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” I whispered, my voice steady now. Calm. Resolved. “Mama’s got you. And I’m not letting anyone take you from me.”

Not hunters. Not mysterious stalkers. Not anyone.

Not ever.

The phone sat dark in my hand. I didn’t delete the messages. Didn’t ignore them. Didn’t panic.

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