Semua Bab Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11BIANCALooking at Louis who looked at me, a bit frightened about the test, made my maternal heart ache a bit as I shook my head and gave him a reassuring smile."Not at all. You might feel a little warm, like sitting in sunshine, but it won't hurt you. I promise."I glanced at the door, making sure it was closed, then placed my hands on either side of Louis's small face, breathing in and out deeply, trying to focus my ability, to bring it up to the surface. I closed my eyes and reached for the ability I kept buried deep—the gift my mother had called "true sight," the power to see beyond the physical into the magical, the cursed, the manipulated.It was dangerous to use. It drained me significantly, left me vulnerable and weak. It was why I only used it in the most dire situations, when proper medicine had failed and a patient's life hung in the balance.But Louis had been suffering for three months. Three months of tests and treatments and consultations with specialists, an

Chapter 13 BIANCA "Bianca, you can't just—" "Can you bring them to him?" I interrupted, looking directly at Marcus. "Tell him they're pack business papers. Legal documents about—I don't know, just lie and make something up on the spot. Something about territory boundaries or alliance agreements that nobody takes another look at it. Something boring and official that he'll sign without reading too carefully." Marcus's expression shifted from concern to something that might have been admiration mixed with worry and concern. "That would be deception. If he discovers—" "He won't discover anything until it's too late." I stood, gathering the scattered papers. The shock from Mia post had burned away, leaving nothing but cold determination left. "And by then, the thirty days will have started. Even if he wants to stop it, he'll have to wait. He'll have to think about what he's done. He'll have to feel the bond breaking and know that he chose this." "Luna—" "Please, Marcus." I looked

Chapter 15 BIANCA I heard them before I saw them. Matthew's deep voice in the hallway, murmuring something assuring Mia, who replied in a softer tone. When the office door opened, they entered together, a united front that made Principal Briggs eyebrows rise slightly. Matthew wore his Alpha face, looking authoritative and in control. Mia stood beside him wearing a pale pink dress, making her look more fragile than she was, and her hands were wrapped around Matthew's arm, silently, and subtly showing everyone that she was important. And Theo, my baby, my son took one look at them and launched himself at Mia. "Aunty Mia!" He buried his face in her skirt, his small hands fisting in the fabric. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be bad—" "Oh sweetheart, you're not bad." Mia knelt down, cupping his face with both hands, completely ignoring the split lip and the tear tracks on his cheeks. "You're just confused and upset. It's okay. We're here now." We're here now. As if they we

Chapter 17 BIANCA I spent the night alone in my bedroom, staring at the ceiling, listening to my family whisper and murmur assurances amongst themselves. And I was locked away upstairs like the mad unstable wife in the attic. Around midnight, I heard footsteps on the stairs. They paused outside my door. Matthew, probably, debating whether to come in and speak to me risking another argument or to focus on Mia.But then they continued down the hall to the guest room where Mia was staying, and I heard the low conversation through the walls. I rolled over and pressed my face into the pillow, and made a decision. This ended tomorrow. One way or another, I was getting Matthew's signature on those divorce papers before Mia could sink her claws in any deeper. Matthew signed documents constantly. I've watched him do it hundreds of times over four years of marriage. I could use that. I would use that. The next morning, I waited in my room until I heard Matthew's office doo

Chapter 19MATTHEWI paced around the office, feeling like I was caged within the walls, anger and fury burning through my veins, increasing with each movement that I took. The papers that I had seen in Marcus office, on his table, the contents were burned into my memory like a tattoo that I couldn't get rid of.Bianca was selling her shares in the hospital.Not just any shares. The twenty-five percent stake she'd acquired through her work there, the ownership that she had earned through fair share, acquired by years of dedicated service to my pack and city. These shares were something that validated her as someone with her independence, her value aside being my wife and Theo's mother.And she hadn't told me.Two months. She'd been planning this for two months and hadn't said a single word."Explain this to me again." I turned to Marcus, who stood near the door looking distinctly uncomfortable. "She requested this sale two months ago? Before Mia's birthday? Before any of our recent..