Todos os capítulos de Scumbag Contract Husband, My Regretful Mate is Back : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

There was a long pause and no one said anything. Meanwhile, the woman stepped back, and Hazel could feel her intense gaze on her. “What is your name?” Hazel croaked out in her hoarse voice.Another long pause followed before the woman spoke again. “I do not think that it is important.”Hazel realized that the woman was right. It was not important, at least not now. She had other things to worry about.But, she still pressed on. “I, I just n-need to know.”The woman hesitated as if she was considering her words. And then, she finally spoke in a softer voice that still sounded distant. “Mira. It is Mira.Mira. Her name was Mira.The name settled into Hazel’s mind like a quiet reassuring whisper. And for some reason, it made her feel slightly less alone. There was also the hesitance in her voice. It was as if the world had not completely turned its back on her.Mira leaned dangerously close to her and befores Hazel could ask what she was doing, she lifted the blindfolds off her eyes. Th

Hazel felt the dungeons damp dark air pressing down on her from every side. Her knees were drawn to her chest as she sat against the chilly rugged wall.Even though her healing ability was trying to knit her wounds together, every muscle in her body hurt and they burned. She has suffered too much damage for her rogue body to heal quickly, so it was painfully slow. Hazel was so frustrated that she clenched her fists, her sharp nails digging into her palms. What had happened? She had been free fighting the odds as a rogue wolf one minute, and then she was shackled like an animal treated like dirt the next.Her thoughts faintly echoed Mira's voice. The female guard had arrived earlier and Hazel was surprised to see how her angular features softened with sympathy.Though it wasn't much she had brought food enough to sustain Hazel. Hazel was able to move more freely after Mira even slightly relaxed her restraints. Before leaving, Mira had said in a cautious tone. "The boss wants me to

Recalling the meeting held with the elders, Ryland's deep resentment swirled up. The pack's future alliances and his leadership were among the topics covered.Although all they said were reasonable and logical, one suggestion however, had made him angry.He paced his study, whispering out of frustration to himself.The elders had also reminded him of the need to crown a Luna—to make Serena his Luna, as if he was daft. That he was wasting too much time, and that he needed to act fast. If only they knew that it was the least of his problems at the moment. His desires were hot and he desperately wanted to quench it.“It is high time you settle down with someone who can help you in strengthening the pack—bear an heir for the pack,” he growled, repeating the exact words of Elder Malcolm to himself, hissing loudly in frustration.“As if I am not already aware of that!” he barked.“Oh, the rogue girl,” he cried. She was his torment.The thought of his encounter with Hazel stirred his wolf,

Time had passed ever since Hazel was brought into the dungeon, and slowly, she grew used to sitting in one spot for hours. The dungeon was a complete world of its own—dark, damp, and heavy with the scent of mildew and decay. She had lost track of time down here. Days bled into nights, the only indicators of passing hours were the distant footsteps of different guards who came to drop stale bread and murky water by her feet. It was humiliating. It felt terrible that she had been reduced to this after everything she had once been.Hazel sat in her usual spot, her back pressed against the rough freezing wall as her chains rattled slightly with every minor shift of her body.Somehow, Hazel had learned to live in silence. To keep her thoughts to herself.And yet, Mira, the female bodyguard, had found a way to break that silence.The bodyguard stood just a few feet away, leaning against the iron bars with her arms crossed, watching Hazel with a contemplative expression. She wasn’t like

Bang!There was a loud crash at the far end of the dark hallway which led to the dungeon. Hazel froze in horror as heavy footsteps approached the dungeon, and she glanced at the overheard fire touch which flickered above her. Then, she shut her eyes, taking in a sharp breath. It was time! She reasoned. It was probably time for her to be taken by whoever was in charge of this dungeon. She bit down on her lower lips as the sound of the footsteps drew closer. Seconds later, Hazel was sure that she wasn’t alone. The heavy iron door groaned open, and a tall figure stepped inside. He had an intimidating presence which seemed to suck air from the room, like a predator entering the den of its prey.He was composed, with precise movements. The kind of man who never had to raise his voice to be feared.Hazel remained seated on the thin cot, her wrists shackled in front of her, her back pressed against the wall.She refused to stand. Whoever he was, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction