All Chapters of The Ruthless Werewolf Billionaire's Dare: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The call comes at 2:47 AM.I know because I'm staring at the clock when Tyler's phone vibrates on the nightstand. He's been restless all night—tossing, turning, muttering in his sleep. The Council meeting was three days ago, and the tension hasn't broken.He grabs the phone before the second ring. "What?"I watch his face change. Watch the color drain from his skin."I'm on my way." He's out of bed before he finishes the sentence, pulling on jeans, a shirt. His hands shake as he buttons it wrong and has to start over."Tyler?" I sit up. "What's wrong?""Bella." He can barely get the word out. "She collapsed. They're taking her to St. Francis."He's gone before I can respond, door slamming behind him.I sit in the dark for exactly three seconds. Then I'm moving. Pulling on clothes. Racing down the stairs. The guards try to stop me at the front entrance."Miss West, it's not safe—""The Alpha's sister is in the hospital," I snap. "Either drive me there or get out of my way."Wade Torres

Around 4 AM, Liam brings coffee from the cafeteria. It tastes like burnt cardboard, but I drink it anyway. Tyler doesn't touch his. Just holds the cup, letting the heat seep into his cold hands."Remember when she was eight?" Liam says suddenly. "She wanted to learn to ride a bike. You spent three weekends teaching her."Tyler's expression doesn't change, but something shifts in his eyes."She crashed into the rosebushes," Liam continues. "Cut her knee open. You carried her inside, cleaned the wound, bandaged it. She didn't cry once.""She never cries," Tyler says, his voice hoarse from disuse. "Even during chemo. Even when the pain is so bad she can't move. She doesn't cry.""She's tough. Like her brother.""She's tougher than me." Tyler finally looks at Liam. "If I had half her strength—"He doesn't finish the sentence. Doesn't need to.Liam sits down beside him. Claps a hand on his shoulder. "She's going to make it. I feel it.""You can't feel that.""Sure I can. I'm Irish. We're g

I'm in recovery when Mitchell makes his move.The bone marrow extraction went smoothly, according to Dr. Reeves. Two hours under anesthesia. They drilled into my hip bone and extracted the marrow Bella needs. Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, groggy from drugs, my hip throbbing with pain that the morphine only partially masks.Bella's transplant is happening in the operating room down the hall. Tyler is with her. Liam is coordinating security. Wade posted guards outside my door.I'm alone when the door opens.I assume it's a nurse. I don't open my eyes."Sleeping beauty. How fitting."The voice is male. Cultured. Not Tyler's.My eyes snap open.Mitchell Raven stands at the foot of my bed, hands in the pockets of an expensive suit. Ice-blue eyes study me with the detached interest of a scientist examining a specimen."How did you get in here?" I try to sit up. Pain shoots through my hip. I gasp, falling back."I walked through the front door." Mitchell moves to the window, glancing out

I tell him. All of it. The promise of freedom. The demand for testimony. The thinly veiled threats against Bella and Aunt Marie. The implication that he has proof of our arranged marriage. The forty-eight hour deadline.Tyler's face darkens with every word. His hands curl into fists so tight his knuckles crack. By the time I finish, his eyes are glowing full amber. His wolf is close to the surface. Too close."I'm going to kill him," he says flatly. Not a threat. A statement of fact. "I'm going to find him. I'm going to rip his throat out. And then I'm going to burn the body so there's nothing left to bury.""That's exactly what he wants." I struggle to sit up, ignoring the shooting pain in my hip. "Tyler, listen to me. He's baiting you. Trying to make you lose control in front of witnesses so the Council removes you.""I don't care." His voice is a growl. Not fully human anymore."Yes, you do." I grab his hand, forcing him to look at me. "You care about Bella. If you go after Mitchel

I can still see it. The spray of blood. The light dying in that man's eyes. The casual way Tyler ended a life, like swatting a fly. No hesitation. No remorse. Just cold, efficient violence.And the worst part? A tiny, traitorous part of me understands why he did it. They were watching me. Taking pictures while I slept. Planning something worse.But understanding doesn't make the image go away. Doesn't stop my stomach from churning. Doesn't erase the fact that I'm mated to a killer.I don't know how long I sit there. Minutes. Hours. The sun moves across the sky, shadows lengthening across the floor.When the door opens, I don't look up."April."Tyler's voice is rough. He's showered. I can smell the soap, see the wet hair. The blood is gone. He's wearing clean clothes. Black jeans, black t-shirt.But I can still see the blood. It's burned into my mind."I'm sorry you had to see that," he says.I laugh. It comes out harsh, broken. "You're sorry I had to see it? Not that you did it?""No