Todos los capítulos de Oh, No! The Call Boy is My Alpha Mate!: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Not only was there no longer any doubt, but a deep-rooted certainty had taken hold, spreading to every corner of Jaxon's heart. Reality had proven it to him time and time again. There was no need to question it—his true mate was undoubtedly Emory.Now, as Jaxon reflected more deeply, he realised that his life had changed since that night. Even the smallest things about Emory affected his emotions and the way he lived his daily life.Through their unexpected encounter, Emory had shaken Jaxon's emotions to the core. Her presence had conquered him so naturally. She slipped into his mind, into his soul, into his heart. Her influence seeped in so smoothly, so gently, that he hadn't even noticed it.Jaxon was at a loss for words, utterly amazed. He had never imagined that Emory's presence would change his life so profoundly. Someone as confident as he, who had always believed that no one could surpass him, suddenly found himself feeling jealous—over something as simple as a necklace. Then t

Even the word shocked wouldn't be enough to describe Ramona's current state of mind. Her emotions were all over the place from the moment Emory began the conversation. She was shaken and, truthfully, had to admit that discussing true mates was not a topic she had anticipated. She really hadn't expected Emory to bring it up."Have you ever missed someone, Ramona?"Ramona blinked. She didn't answer the question because she had the feeling that Emory wasn't really expecting an answer. Instead, she just looked at Emory with a calm demeanour, ready to listen to whatever Emory had to say."To be honest, I've never felt longing before," Emory continued with a restrained grimace. There was a flicker of guilt in her eyes. "The worst thing is, I haven't missed Mama and Papa all this time, Ramona. I've lost them, but I've never missed them. At first, I didn't realise it. But then, that night, I dreamt of Mama." She paused, feeling the storm of emotions in her chest. "Since that night I've often

"So..." Myles spoke as he sat down. His tone was different. He looked alternately at Trina and Isidore, his eyes full of meaning. "I've confirmed that Emory and Jaxon are indeed having an affair. I have additional evidence to the photos I found in Emory's study. There's no doubt about it."Trina and Isidore said nothing. They exchanged tense glances, their expressions tense. It seemed that the information Myles had shared that morning wasn't a good way to start the day.Myles, on the other hand, seemed to think otherwise. There was nothing more interesting to him at the moment than Emory and Jaxon's alleged affair. That was why he had arrived at Montclair Manor so early. In fact, if he hadn't been so exhausted after three days and two nights of partying, he would have come straight over.Myles was consumed by an unbearable curiosity, eager to witness Trina and Isidore's reactions to the information he had received the day before. "I've already hired someone to spy on Emory," he contin

Falling in love is a source of joy, and loving is even more so. But feeling longing is something else.Longing creeps in like wildflowers through the cracks of the heart. It grows without being asked and is impossible to ignore.When the shadow of a face crosses the mind, memories of being together resurface. The heart feels suffocated by a deep silence, like the melodeless melody of a song. It makes every second seem longer, every night more lonely.The longing is gentle but sharp, slipping mercilessly through the cracks of thought. It comes in the form of familiar scents, moonlight once shared, or the whisper of the wind caressing the skin with tenderness.Longing means forming new habits—checking the calendar, then the phone, hoping for a call. It's like waiting for rain in a dry season—there's no guarantee it will come, but the heart keeps hoping.In the longing there is a silence that is never really empty. There are echoes of laughter that surround the solitude, and the soft sig

Now, Jaxon felt much calmer. His concerns for Emory's safety had been eased. Someone he trusted had been assigned to keep an eye on Emory around the clock—except when Emory was at the Zyranos palace.Jaxon had no doubts about the werewolves of the Zyranos Pack. The hostility that had gone on for more than twenty years, the fact that he hadn't been able to get any real information, and the inability of the Gardeno Pack to really intimidate them, were all small pieces of evidence that the Zyranos Pack was not to be underestimated.Logically, Emory's safety shouldn't have been a concern for Jaxon. Indeed, if there was a real threat, it was impossible that those around Emory wouldn't be guarding her.Ironically, Jaxon couldn't trust anyone but his own people, even the trained members of the Zyranos Pack. He knew the abilities of Orlando and Lacey, who were always with Emory. But that wasn't enough. He needed someone he knew personally to ensure Emory's well-being.Marco Alessandro Dalton