All Chapters of Abandoned By My Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The last words from Melinda’s lips and the look on her face made Clara suspect she was up to something—but what?Clara opened her mouth to speak, her heart raced as she prepared to explain herself, but before a single word could escape her lips, Melinda cut her off smoothly. She had a confident look on her face.“I caught her sneaking in just now,” Melinda said too quickly, her voice was still firm, like she had been planning them since. “She probably thought no one would notice. She pretended like she’d been here since morning.”Clara’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" Her mouth fell open, stunned at the bold-faced lie. “That’s not—”“Enough,” Mr. Landford interjected, his voice was stern and unforgiving. His gaze shifted coldly between the two women, then landed fully on Clara. “See me in my office. Now!”He didn’t wait for a response. He turned sharply on his heel and walked off, his footsteps echoed loudly through the empty hallway to his office.Clara stood frozen for a moment,

Marla stepped closer to Jace, like what she was about to say was an abomination for the world to hear. Her expression darkened, and the sky smile that was ever present on old Marla's face was no longer there; it was replaced with something darker.Jace's expression tightened, too. For all the time he had known Marla, he couldn't remember many times when her eyes held the look they held now. He could tell that whatever she wanted to say had to be dead serious. The mere thought of what it could be caused the wrinkles in his brows to deepen. He watched the old woman’s heavy steps carefully. "Jace, I need you to listen to me carefully," she said. For one, even though she was nearly twice Jace's age, she never addressed him by his name. Something was unsettling in her eyes, like the weight of what she carried had become too heavy for her to bear alone. Marla had always been strong, dignified in her silence, but this… this wasn’t ordinary.She looked up at him, the corners of her mouth pre

The sight of him brought back all the memories she had been trying to tuck deep in. From the dinner night that never happened to the snub since then, all of it came flooding back at the sight of one man.Clara stood frozen. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze locked on him approaching in his usual relaxed manner. He looked confident, a little too charming for his own good, and from the smile on his face, he was clearly unaware of what he was walking into.Damien, who stood beside her, noticed the sudden change in her expression. He followed her line of sight in the direction she was staring. He glanced between Clara and the man approaching them. He recognized him immediately as the Alpha, Jace’s Beta, but what baffled him was the reason behind Clara’s reaction. It was a normal thing for either the Alpha or his Beta, or at times, both, to walk in, so what's with her?She had gone pale. Her lips were slightly parted, her entire body tensed as though a ghost had just walked into

Gabriel couldn’t help but notice the tension building between the two of them. He tried to ignore it, but the silence was thick. It was dense enough to choke on and he couldn’t take it any longer.They walked side by side down the quiet path just outside the gym, the sound of their feet over gravel, the only sound that filled the sunny afternoon air. Clara’s thoughts were a mess, flipping through questions she couldn’t voice. What did Gabriel really want? Why was he here?A naive part of her. A part she hated to admit still existed, hoped he was sent by Jace. That maybe, just maybe, Jace had decided to reach out, to apologize, or at the very least send for her. But Gabriel’s presence carried no such message; if so, he would have said so since. He had come on his own, and that only made his motive more confusing.The silence between them began to itch at Clara's conscience. Gabriel, still with his hands in his pockets, glanced at Clara, then back at the path. “So…” he began, breaking t

What could it be this time? That was the question running through Gabriel’s mind, though he hadn’t voiced it aloud. He simply stood there, watching Clara as she sat eagerly on the chair, looking like a child denied candy.Gabriel stood motionless for a second, his eyes fixed on Clara as her eyes shone with an eagerness that didn’t quite match the grumpiness she had displayed earlier. A part of him wanted to be mad at her. He wanted to yell at her to get up, probably even pull her to her feet. She had called him out for wasting her time, claimed she had urgent work, treated him with an unexplainable cold attitude, and now, here she was, sitting like a mischievous child with her gaze locked on the space before her.But the other part of him spoke louder. It suppressed the other angry part. He found himself smiling at her. He didn’t even realize when it crept up on him. It was that look she wore, the cutest look he had ever seen; it was the purest blend of an innocently excited face. Eve