My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204

Silence on the other end. They “You’re talking about Alpha Jeremy Trent’s daughter. Lord Castellan’s niece. That Grace Trent.”

“Miss Vex, do you understand what you’re asking? The Trent pack has vampire alliance. Has Council connections. Has one of the most powerful supernatural coalitions in North America backing them.” A pause. “Targeting Grace Trent is complicated.”

“I don’t care about complicated. I care about “I stopped. Tried to control my voice. “She’s stealing my boyfriend. Using a mate bond to manipulate him into her family’s twisted worldview. I need her to understand that has consequences.”

“A mate bond.” The voice was flat. “You’re asking rogues to interfere with a fated mate bond because you’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m–I’m protecting Connor from making a terrible mistake. From being trapped by the Moon Goddess’s poor judgment and Grace Trent’s manipulation.”

“That’s not how this works, Miss Vex. We take contracts against threats, not against she wolves whose only crime is having a mate bond you don’t like.”

“She’s not just–it’s not just the mate bond.” I was talking too fast, words tumbling out. “The Trent family’s integration model is wrong. Dangerous. It’s normalizing vampire–wolf mixing, teaching the next generation that species boundaries don’t matter, undermining centuries of pack tradition-”

“Those are your father’s talking points. Not yours.” The voice had shifted. Less professional, more–knowing. “Miss Vex, I’ve heard Thomas Vex’s speeches about pack purity. About how the Trent model threatens traditional values. But this call? This isn’t about pack purity. This is about a she–wolf losing her boyfriend to his fated mate.”

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“It’s about both-”

“It’s about jealousy. And we don’t take jealousy contracts. Too messy. Too personal. Too likely to blow back on everyone involved.”

“I’m offering money-”

“Money doesn’t change the fundamental problem. You’re asking us to target the Alpha’s daughter during her mate bond formation because you can’t accept that Connor Reed chose his fated mate over you.” A pause. “That’s not a contract. That’s a vendetta. And vendetta contracts have a way of going very wrong very fast.”

“Please-“I hated how desperate I sounded. “Please, I need–I need her to understand that stealing Connor has consequences

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“She’s not stealing him. He’s choosing her. Big difference.” The voice had gone cold. “Miss Vex, I’m going to give you some advice. Free of charge. Let it go. Let Connor go. Move on. Because what you’re contemplating? Targeting Grace Trent? That ends badly for everyone involved. Especially you.” 1

“I can pay-

“Not interested. Goodbye, Miss Vex.”

The line went dead.

I stood in the tree line, phone in my shaking hand, watching Connor and Grace talk like they had all the time in the world.

The rogues had refused. Actually refused a contract because I was “jealous” and it was “too personal.”

But they were wrong. This wasn’t jealousy. This was–justice. Protection. Making sure Connor understood what choosing Grace actually meant.

I pulled up another contact. A smaller rogue group. Less professional, more desperate. The kind who’d take contracts the established groups refused.

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It Faug four times before solneone answered. “Yeah?”

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