My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 110

My Cheating Mate

Jeremy pov

The drive home was the longest and shortest of my life simultaneously. Every mile felt like victory. Every breath felt like peace finally settling over us after months of chaos.

We’d won. The hunters were neutralized. Dr. Chen was cooperating. The alliance with Lord Castellan was solid. Grace was safe.

I was grinning like an idiot when I pulled up to the pack house, still riding the high of a successful operation. Twenty-three hunters captured, their leadership destroyed, their weapon cache seized. No wolf casualties. Two minor vampire injuries.

It was over.

I burst through the front door with energy I hadn’t felt in weeks. “Emma! We’re home! It’s-

I stopped dead.

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Emma stood in the hallway, Grace in her arms. She was standing perfectly still, like a statue carved from marble and fear. Her skin was ghost-white-paler than I’d ever seen it. Her eyes were red-rimmed but dry now, like she’d already cried everything out and was running on something else entirely.

Something cold.

“Emma?” The celebration evaporating from my chest instantly, replaced by ice. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Just looked at me with those eyes-those beautiful brown eyes I loved more than anything– and I saw something in them that made my wolf surge forward with protective fury.

Terror. Pure, undiluted terror.

But underneath it-something harder. Something that hadn’t been there before.

“Jeremy.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Controlled. Too controlled. “Come inside. We need to talk.”

“Emma, you’re scaring me. What-

“Please.” The word cracked slightly. Just slightly. Enough for me to hear the trembling underneath the composure. “Just- come sit down. I need to show you something.”

I followed her into the living room. My father was there, settling into a chair with a cup of coffee, looking relaxed for the first time in weeks. He looked up as we entered.

“Jeremy! Welcome back, son. Congratulations on-

“Dad, give us a minute.” My voice came out sharper than intended. My father’s eyebrows rose but he stood without argument, reading the room.

“Everything okay?”

“Please, Dad. Just give us a minute.”

He left, closing the door behind him. Emma and I were alone. Grace sleeping peacefully in Emma’s arms, completely oblivious to whatever had shattered her mother’s composure.

Emma sat on the couch carefully, adjusting Grace. Then she looked at me, and for a moment the mask slipped completely. I saw the raw, bleeding fear underneath. The kind of fear that went beyond anything I’d seen from her before.

“Sit down,” she said. “Please.”

Fear beside her.

nerve ending firing “Enana. Talk to me. What happened?”.

+5 Bonus:

She pulled out her phone with a shaking hand. Yer face was stone still now deliberately so, Like she was holding herself together through sheer wilpower

“While you were at the strike. While we were celebrating victory.” She unlocked the phone and held it out to me. “Look”

I took it. The screen showed a series of text messages from an unknown: tember. I started reading

*”She is a cute little dog. “*

My blood went cold.

The first image loaded. Emma in the kitchen. Nursing Grace. Taken from outside. From distance. From somewhere they shouldn’t have been able to get close enough

I kept reading. Message after message. Each one worse than the last. The threats: The demands. The casual, deliberate cruelty designed to terrorize.

*”Don’t tell anyone yet.”*

*”We have eyes everywhere.”*

*”We have someone inside your pack.”

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Another spy. Another traitor. Someone we hadn’t found. Someone close enough to photograph Emma inside our own facility. The second photo loaded. Emma in the rocking chair. Grace in the bassinet beside her. Taken from a different angle. Closer.

My hands started shaking.

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