Все главы Saving My Rejected Mate: Глава 11 - Глава 20

In Silver Moon Pack Territory — Federation Headquarters...Mason Larkin sat at his desk, his cold gaze fixed on the flickering screen before him. The room was silent, except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the tap of his fingers on the keyboard.As Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and Chairman of the Federation, every move he made echoed across the eighteen werewolf packs in the state of California. He was a man feared more than revered—his name spoken with caution, if not trembling awe. The door creaked open.Beta Julian entered, his right arm still bound in a sling. He moved with quiet urgency, a sealed file clutched in his good hand. Mason’s gaze flicked toward the folder before locking back onto Julian’s expression.“They moved,” Julian said in a meaningful tone. “The man we’ve been watching. He disappeared two days ago—resurfaced near Crimson Claw territory.”Mason’s jaw tensed. “Where in Crimson Claw?” he asked with a voice sharp as a blade.“South border. Near the R

Mason and Nina arrived home just as dusk began to settle over Silver Moon Territory, casting long shadows through the expansive windows of their estate.After a light meal and an hour of playing with his daughter, Mason tucked Nina into her plush bed, her tiny fingers still curled around his as she finally drifted off. He kissed her forehead gently, brushing a lock of hair from her face.Just as he stepped out into the hallway, Julian was waiting, silent, watchful as ever, as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed."How is she?" Julian asked, his voice low, filled with concern for the little girl.Mason exhaled, gaze heavy. “Traumatized. But she’s strong,” he replied, his tone colder than most fathers, yet marked with quiet fire. “Like her mother. And I’ll help her heal. No matter what it takes.”Julian gave a slow nod before pulling something from the inner pocket of his coat. A cream-colored envelope—elegant, embossed, and styled with too much pride.“This arrived after you left th

Aria staggered back, her breath hitching in her throat as she watched Mason walk toward her, his eyes burning with a fury so potent it made her wolf cower. There was something unhinged in his expression, like the quiet before a brutal storm. Every step he took, she countered with one of her own in retreat. Even as her head spun and her balance faltered, she couldn’t stop moving... Couldn’t stand to be caught in the eye of whatever wrath he was about to unleash.  She didn’t understand why he was so angry, but she felt it. It radiated off of him like a wildfire closing in. Then, her back slammed against the rooftop’s low wall. Cold stone met her spine. She gasped, instinctively glancing over her shoulder.  

When Aria stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes immediately locked onto a new suitcase resting on the bed. It hadn’t been there earlier. Her brows furrowed. “Cecil?” she asked, glancing at the corner of the room where her assistant was hunched over the remains of her broken laptop, tools scattered across the desk like surgical instruments. Cecil didn’t look up. “Relax. I’m not fixing it. I’m just salvaging the hard drive and memory. With any luck, your files are still intact.” “You really don’t have to do that,” Aria said, her voice soft but strained. “You’ve already done more than enough today.” Cecil finally raised her head, she po

Mason slid into the back seat of the car, his voice colder than steel.“There’s no need to interfere,” he said flatly. “She’ll figure it out on her own. We’re not getting involved.” Julian glanced at him with brows slightly raised. “Sure, boss. You call the shots.” With that, he pulled away from the curb and turned the car around, leaving the hotel and Aria behind in the growing distance. Outside, Aria instinctively turned her head, eyes narrowing as she stared down the road Mason’s car had just disappeared on. A strange sensation twisted in her chest, like an invisible string had tugged at her heart. Felt like someone was just watching her