My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 121

“Like the hunters themselves trained their”

“Or like they’ve been planning this for a very long time.”

We sat in silence for a moment, processing the weight of what we were facing. Not a random threat. But an opportunistic attack. Something planned. Something deliberate. Something that had been in motion long before Dr. Chen, long before Black River, long before any of it.

“We need to tell Lord Castellan,” I said.

“Agreed. But carefully. If there’s someone inside the pack feeding information, we can’t trust internal communications.” Emma took the phone back, scrolling through the messages again. “We need to be strategic about who knows what and when.”

“My father”

“Needs to know. But through a secure channel. Not mind-link-if the spy is a wolf, they might be able to intercept.” She looked up at me. “Jeremy, this person has been watching us for months. Maybe longer. They know our patterns, our security, our weaknesses.”

“They don’t know one thing,” I said, the rage in my voice controlled now. Focused. Cold.

“What’s that?”

“They don’t know that I will burn down everything-every alliance, every treaty, every relationship-to find them.” I looked at Grace. At my sleeping daughter who had no idea how many people had died, how many deals had been made, how mach blood had been shed just to keep her safe. “They threatened my daughter, Emma. They photographed her sleeping and sent it to her mother like it was a game.”

“I know.”

“There is nowhere on this earth they can hide from what’s coming.” My voice was barely above a whisper but carried the weight of absolute certainty. “I don’t care if it takes weeks or months or years. I will find them. And when I do-”

“We find them,” Emma corrected firmly. “Together. Like everything else.”

I looked at her-this incredible woman who had survived more than anyone should ever have to survive. Who had sat alone for two hours with the knowledge that her daughter was being stalked, and had held herself together through sheer force of will. Who was already thinking tactically, strategically, about how to fight back

“Together,” I agreed.

Grace woke fully then, her tiny face scrunching as she prepared to cry. Emma lifted her smoothly, beginning to nurse. The most normal, peaceful scene imaginable.

But underneath it, two wolves planning war.

“We use the midnight deadline,” I said quietly. “Not to comply. To set a trap of our own.”

Emma looked at me over Grace’s head. Understanding dawned in her eyes.

“We let them think I’m coming alone,” she said slowly. “But we surround that tree line with everything we have.”

“Not wolves. Not pack members-anyone could be the spy. Vampires.” I met her eyes. “Lord Castellan’s people. The only warriors we know for certain aren’t compromised.”

“And we flush out the spy in the process. Whoever is feeding information tonight-whoever knows about the trap we’re setting -they’ll have to communicate with whoever is waiting at the tree line.”

“Exactly. We control the information. Feed it specifically to certain wolves. See who passes it along.”

Emua smiled. It was cold and sharp and nothing like the warm, gentie smile I’d fallen in love with. This was the smile of a mother protecting her cub.

“They made a mistake,” she said. “Threatening Grace.”

“The biggest mistake of their lives.”

Grace finished nursing, making content sounds as Emma adjusted her. Our daughter, safe in her mother’s arms. For now.

Tonight, we’d make sure she stayed that way. Permanently

I reached out, taking Emma’s free hand in mine. Our fingers intertwined two people bound by love, by trauma, by healing, by the fierce determination to protect what mattered most.

“Tonight,” I said.

“Tonight,” Emma confirmed.

We sat together as the morning sun streamed through the windows, planning war while holding our daughter between us.

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