My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

“Does that mean you’ll help?”

“It means I’ll consider it.” I heard movement on his end. “I’ll send two of my lieutenants to assess the situation. If they agree that Black River poses a legitimate threat to regional stability, and if your tactical plan is sound, I’ll commit twelve vampire warriors to your assault.”

“Twelve warriors would be–that would be significant.”

“Indeed. But Jeremy Trent, understand something. If I do this, you will owe me. And I will collect. Someday, somehow, I will call in this debt. Are you absolutely certain you can live with that?”

I thought about Emma. About the pack. About the dozens of wolves who would fight tomorrow night against overwhelming

odds.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m certain.”

“Then we have an agreement. My lieutenants will arrive within the hour. Brief them fully–I expect complete tactical transparency. If they’re satisfied, you’ll have your vampires.”

“Thank you, Lord Castellan.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You have no idea what I might ask for in return.” A pause. “But Jeremy? I hope you survive. I have a feeling collecting this debt from you will be far more interesting than collecting it from your corpse.”

The line went dead.

I stood in the hallway, processing what I’d just done. I’d traded an undefined future favor to a vampire lord for twelve warriors in tomorrow’s battle.

It was either the smartest or stupidest thing I’d ever done.

I returned to the war room. Every eye turned to me.

“Well?” My father asked.

“He’s sending two lieutenants to assess. If they approve, we’ll have twelve vampire warriors for the assault.”

The room erupted–excitement, fear, disbelief all mixing together.

“And the cost?” My father’s voice cut through the chaos.

“A personal favor. Undefined. To be called in at Lord Castellan’s discretion.”

My father’s face went pale. “Jeremy-”

“I know what I did. And I’d do it again.” I moved back to the maps, “Now let’s make sure this sacrifice is worth it. If we’re going to have vampire support, we need to adjust our tactical approach.”

For the next hour, we replanned the assault. Three–pronged attack–wolves from west and south, vampires from east. Coordinated timing. Clear communication protocols. Contingency plans if things went wrong.

It was risky. Dangerous. Potentially catastrophic.

But it was also our best chance.

At 4 AM, Lord Castellan’s lieutenants arrived. Two vampires–one male, one female–both radiating predatory grace and ancient power. They reviewed our plans with cold efficiency, asking pointed questions about coordination and logistics.

Finally, the female vampire nodded. “The plan is sound. We’ll commit our forces.”

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“Lord Castellan wi!! expect regular updates,” the male added. “And Jeremy Trent–he’ll be watching your performance. How you lead. How you trandle the debt you’ve incurred.”

“I understand.”

After they left to brief their strike team, my father pulled me aside. “You know what you’ve done, right? Tied yourself to a vampire lord’s favor?”

“I know.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

I thought about Emma, safe in the cabin. About the pack, preparing for battle. About all the wolves who would fight tomorrow because I’d made this choice.

“I have to be,” I said. “Because if this works, if we survive–it’ll be worth it.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Then at least I’ll die knowing I did everything I could to save our pack.”

My father gripped my shoulder. “I’m proud of you, son. Terrified, but proud. Now get some rest. You have a war to lead in twenty hours.”

But I couldn’t rest. Could only think about Emma, about the battle ahead, about the debt I’d incurred.

I texted her: “Got some help. Odds are better now. I love you.”

Her response came immediately: “What kind of help?”

“The kind I’ll explain when I get back. Just trust me.”

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