All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Desired by His Enemy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

 “Stop. It’s over.”The voice comes from somewhere to Iris’s left. Hoarse. Shaking.It spreads fast.Not through panic.Through relief.Weapons lower. Bodies still. The sharp sounds of fighting drop away one by one, like something being pulled back from the edge.Iris stands where Morgana fell. Her chest rises and falls slow and heavy. The air smells thick. Blood. Sweat. Dust kicked up from broken ground.She does not move right away.Her hands are still tight. Her body still ready.Waiting for the next strike.It does not come.Across the ruins, one of Morgana’s wolves drops to his knees. His hands come up, empty.“I surrender,” he says, voice breaking.Others follow.Not all at once.One. Then three. Then a line of them along the broken ridge. Weapons fall. Shoulders drop.The fight drains out of them.The bon

 “Put it on record.”Iris’s voice is steady, but it carries through the chamber without strain. The Council hall is full. Not crowded, not loud, but full in a way that feels heavy. Every seat taken. Every Elder present. Observers lined along the walls, quiet, watchful.The air smells faintly of ink and old wood. Fresh documents sit stacked in front of the scribes, ready to be marked, sealed, and stored. Nothing about this is casual.This is permanent.Iris stands at the center, where judgment is usually given. Today, she is not being judged. She is the one speaking.Donovan stands a step behind her, not interrupting, not shielding. Just there. Close enough that she can feel him if she reaches back.She does not reach.Not yet.In her hands is a single file. Thin. Too thin for what it holds.Twenty three names.She opens it.“Full account,” she says. “No redac

 “Speak freely. No one is bound to agree.”Iris stands at the front of the hall, her voice calm but firm enough to settle the room. The space is full again, not with tension this time, but with weight. Decision weight. The kind that sits in the chest and makes breathing feel slower.Moonshadow’s wolves fill the room. Old members. New faces from the three packs standing along the edges. Not mixed yet. Not fully. Just present. Watching. Waiting.Iris does not stand above them. She stays level. Same ground. Same distance.“This is not my decision,” she says. “It is yours.”A murmur moves through the room. Not loud. Just acknowledgment.She gestures slightly toward the three representatives who came the day before. They stand still, shoulders straight, trying not to show how much this moment matters.“You know the request,” Iris continues. “Three packs. Leaderless. A

 “Don’t hold back.”Donovan’s voice is calm, but firm.Haven stands across from him in the training ring, feet planted too steady for a child her age. Her eyes are locked on him like she is measuring distance, timing, and risk all at once.“I am not,” she says.Donovan gives a small nod.“Then show me.”He moves first.Not fast. Not hard. Just enough to test her reaction.Haven reacts instantly.She steps to the side, avoids the strike, and counters with a movement that forces him to shift his weight back.Iris watches from the edge of the ring.She does not interrupt.This is not a normal training session.It never is with Haven.“Again,” Donovan says.Haven does not wait this time.She moves first.Her speed is clean. Controlled. Too controlled for someone her size.Donovan adjusts, ma

 “Mama, you’re going to have another baby.”The spoon in Iris’s hand stops halfway to the bowl.The kitchen is quiet except for the soft crackle of firewood in the hearth. Evening light spills through the window, turning the wooden table gold. Haven stands across from her, small and still, like she is waiting for something to break.Iris sets the spoon down slowly.“What did you say?” she asks.Haven does not blink. “Another baby. Soon.”Iris looks at her for a long moment. Then she glances down at her own body, as if that will give her an answer. Nothing feels different. Nothing obvious. Her hand moves to her stomach without thinking.Behind her, Donovan steps into the room.He hears the last part.His eyes shift between them. “What’s going on?”Haven turns to him. “I told Mama.”Donovan’s brow tightens slightl