Todos os capítulos de Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Chapter 121MATTHEW"Of course. Mrs. Patterson will gather his things from his classroom. And Mr. Morrison? I'm very sorry this happened. We take the safety of our students extremely seriously. This should never have gotten past our security protocols.""How did she get onto school grounds?" I asked."She signed in at the main office during recess, claiming she needed to speak with Mrs. Patterson about a former student—she implied she was a teacher from another school district. Our front desk staff didn't have reason to question it." Principal Davis looked genuinely distressed. "We'll be implementing new protocols immediately. This won't happen again."While Mrs. Patterson went to collect Theo's belongings, I crouched down to my son's eye level."Theo, I need you to tell me everything Aunty Mia said. Every word you remember. Can you do that?"He nodded and walked me through the conversation—Mia's apology, the photo, the invitation to the coffee shop, the way her grip had gotten too ti

Chapter 123LOUISI didn't want to be at the hospital.That's what I told Mummy when she said we had to go for my regular checkup, but she'd used her serious doctor voice—the one that meant there was no arguing."Louis, you know we need to monitor your progress. The curse is mostly broken, but Dr. Kim wants to make sure there aren't any lingering effects. It's just routine."Routine. I hated that word. It meant needles and weird machines and doctors poking at me while talking in big words I didn't understand.But Mummy had promised we'd get ice cream after if I was brave, so I'd agreed.Now I sat in the pediatric exam room on the paper-covered table that crinkled every time I moved, swinging my legs and trying not to think about how much I didn't like hospitals.They smelled funny. Like cleaning stuff and sadness. And everyone always looked worried, even when they were smiling.Mummy was reading something on her tablet—probably medical stuff because she was always reading medical stuf

Chapter 125LOUIS"The shadow showed me. People in dark rooms. A mean lady with a knife. They said they need my blood for something. And there was someone else in there, just like me, but they were hurting him and nobody was stopping them." I looked up at him. "Dad, they said I'm an heir. To a bloodline. What does that mean?"Dad's expression went through about six different feelings really fast. Then it settled on something scary—not scary for me, but scary for whoever he was thinking about."It means we need to talk to Mummy," he said quietly. "And then we need to figure out who these people are. And Louis?" His arms tightened around me. "Nobody is going to hurt you. I promise. They would have to get through me first and I have a record of winning against such people. You will be saved."Mummy burst into the room a minute later, her face pale, her hands already glowing with that soft healing light she used when she was checking for magic stuff on me or any of her patients in the hos

Chapter 127BIANCA POV"We need to test Louis's blood," I said. "See if he's inherited Elena's abilities. If he has, we need to know so we can prepare. And if he hasn't—""Then we need to understand why they think he does." Rivera set down the folder and looked at me directly. "Bianca, if you're right about this—if Louis is being targeted because of his mother's curse-breaking abilities—then you're in danger too."I'd been trying not to think about that. "They don't know I'm—""They triggered Louis's curse and forced you to treat him publicly," Rivera interrupted. "In front of hospital staff, using techniques that only curse-breakers know. Bianca, if Thorne's people were watching—and I think they were—they know exactly what you are now."The implication settled over me like ice water.I'd been operating under the assumption that my curse-breaking abilities were still secret. That my work with Louis had been discrete enough to avoid notice.But the attack today had been designed to dra

Chapter 129 KLAUS I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, and the coffee in my hand had gone cold sometime around the third intelligence briefing of the morning. The war room—which was what Elijah had taken to calling my private study, ever since it had stopped being used for anything other than crisis management—was covered in maps, surveillance photographs, and the kind of documentation that would have been deeply concerning to anyone who stumbled in without context. "Tell me something useful," I said to Elijah, who was standing at the central table looking like he'd also foregone sleep in favor of becoming intimately acquainted with every piece of intelligence we'd gathered over the past seventy-two hours. "The coven has at least twelve active members," Elijah said, pointing to photographs arranged in a loose grid. "These four we've identified with reasonable certainty. The others are partial identifications—suspected associates, known locations, behavioral patterns." He paused. "T