บททั้งหมดของ His Discarded Mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Nathaniel POVI didn't think so. I just moved.One second I was fighting off Kane's wolves, the next I was running full-speed toward the cliff edge. Ella's scream cut through the night as she and Luna disappeared over the side.My wolf surged forward. I launched myself into empty air.The fall felt endless. The wind roared past my ears. Then I hit water so cold it drove the air from my lungs.I surfaced, gasping, scanning desperately through the darkness and spray. The rapids churned around me, trying to drag me under."Ella!" My voice barely carried over the rushing water.A flash of movement downstream. Luna's dark hair. She was struggling to keep Ella's head above water, but the current was too strong.I swam hard, letting the rapids carry me faster. My hand closed around Ella's arm just as a wave pulled her under. I hauled her up, wrapping one arm around her chest while I fought to keep us both surfaced.She wasn't moving."Ella!" I shook her. Nothing. "Ella, breathe!"Luna grabbe

Nathaniel POVYou can't be serious.Ella turned from the window, her jaw tight—that stubborn look I knew meant she wouldn't budge. I'm dead serious.Your dad kicked you out. I kept my cool, though I was fuming inside. He picked Theron's politics over his pregnant daughter. You don't owe him crap.I know what he did.Then why even think about this? I stepped closer, needing her to see things clearly. Kane's counting on this. He knows you can't leave someone in danger.That's why we're not leaving. She looked me straight in the eye. We're walking right into his trap and setting it off from the inside.Harrison coughed by the door. Ella, check this out. He opened his laptop, typing like crazy. I've been watching what Theron's pack and Kane's pack are saying. Your dad's kidnapping might not be what it seems.What do you mean?Take a look. He turned the screen. Bank stuff scrolled by. Three days ago, Richard Montgomery sent half a million to some account overseas, tied to Theron Ashworth.

Nathaniel POVThe blood on the floor wasn’t Harrison’s.Luna jumped in front of Dr. Sarah right when the bullet came. She collapsed into Sarah’s arms, her white shirt blooming red like a dying rose.For one heartbeat, the world stopped.Then Kane saw it was his sister.The sound that tore from his throat wasn’t human. It was pure, shredded agony—the kind that made my wolf whimper and cower inside me.LUNA!He crossed the cabin in a blur, shoving bodies aside. His hands shook violently as he lifted her. Her blood soaked him instantly, warm and endless.No. No, no, no. The words broke in his throat. Not you. Not you too.Kane. Dr. Sarah was already moving, a medical bag hitting the floor. Put her down. Now. I need to see the wound.She’s dying. My sister’s dying. Kane’s eyes were feral, unhinged. Alpha power rolled off him in waves; the cabin walls groaned and trembled.She’s not dead yet. Sarah’s voice cut like a scalpel. But she will be if you don’t let me work. Put. Her. Down.Kane l

The conference room reeked of cleaning fluid and raw fear.Gregor Volkov sat like a man who’d buried too many friends. Silver hair pulled into a tight ponytail, immaculate suit, eyes that had watched death claim everyone he ever tried to save.“Ms. Montgomery,” he said, folding his hands. “Thank you for hearing me out—considering everything.”I pressed a trembling hand to my belly. “I didn’t have much choice. You said it was life-or-death.”“It is.” He slid a tablet across the table. “We’ve been hunting Councilor Theron Ashworth for three years. Corruption, blackmail, contract killings. We have mountains of evidence, but none of it matters without a witness who can tie it all together in International Pack Court.”“Why me?”“Because you’re the only one still breathing who can.” His gaze never wavered. “You saw Vivian Ashworth fake her pregnancy, forge paternity tests. You watched Kane Winters be twisted into something he wasn’t. Someone in Theron’s pocket put a bullet in you and meant

Nathaniel POVMy phone buzzed at 3 AM.I jolted awake in the hospital chair beside Ella's bed, my neck protesting the angle I'd been sleeping at. She stirred but didn't wake, one hand protective over her stomach even in sleep.The message contained no words. Just a link.My thumb hovered over it, instinct screaming danger. But something about the timing, the anonymous sender, the way my wolf bristled under my skin made me click it anyway.The video loaded.Richard Montgomery filled the screen, bound to a metal chair in what looked like a concrete cell. Blood crusted his split lip. One eye was swollen shut. But he was alive.For now."Good morning, Alpha Blackthorne." Theron's voice came from off-camera, smooth as poisoned honey. "Or should I say good morning to my dear Ella? I know you're watching. You always were a dutiful daughter, even when your father threw you away like garbage."Richard'