All Chapters of Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Chapter 211BIANCAI said nothing."The boy," she said then.I turned my head and looked at her. I had trained myself not to react to most of what she said, but she knew the words that still got through. She had been refining her list of them for weeks."Louis," she said. "He has been receiving something daily in his drink. A sensitizing compound. Not harmful in the amounts administered. But by the time we need him, his magical channels will be prepared in a way that makes the extraction significantly more efficient." She looked at me with the even expression she used for everything. "Your replacement administers it every morning. He takes it without question because he trusts her. Because he trusts you."I looked back at the ceiling."You want to say something," she said.I wanted to say a great many things. I was selecting carefully."He'll notice," I said. "Louis notices everything.""He has noticed that something is different," Voss agreed, pleasantly. "He mentioned it to Klaus. K

Chapter 213BIANCAAll of that was probably true. The footage plan was real. Rivera's response to it would be exactly what she predicted, because she was intelligent and she had spent considerable time studying him. The exile was real, or worse than exile.I gave myself the full ten minutes and then I stopped.The left wrist restraint had the smallest amount of give.I had been working on it every day for two weeks, in the hours between her visits and meals, in the slow careful way of someone with nothing but time and a very clear objective. Not pulling against it, which accomplished nothing except bruising. Rotating. The specific motion of working leather at its weakest point, at the stitching where the two layers met, at the place where the buckle's edge had, over a long period of consistent pressure, begun to create a crease in the material that was fractionally deeper than it had been the week before.Today the crease was deeper than yesterday.I worked on it steadily, without hur

Chapter 215RIVERALouis pressed a hand flat against his sternum. "Here," he said. "And here." He moved his hand to his solar plexus. "Like something is pulling from the inside."James made another note in the way that was not writing anything down. Then he said, "I need to take a small blood sample. Very small. Have you had one before?""Yes," Louis said. He had had more than one. His medical history was longer than most five-year-olds and he had made his peace with the procedures in the pragmatic way of someone who had decided that being difficult about necessary things was a waste of energy. Another quality he shared with Bianca.I helped hold his arm steady while James took the sample, small and quick, and Louis looked at the ceiling the way he did during blood draws. The sample went into a sealed tube that James labeled with a pen from his pocket and then wrapped in a cloth that went into a side pocket of the bag, and the whole sequence was smooth and professional and took under

Chapter 217CALLAHAN The bag was almost packed by seven in the morning.I had not brought much with me when Matthew hired me. A professional habit — travel light, keep your kit simple, be ready to move. Two changes of clothes, a toiletry bag, my work equipment in a separate case that lived under the bed regardless of where I was sleeping. The work case took thirty seconds to close and lock. The rest took under ten minutes.I sat on the edge of the bed when I was done and looked at the packed bag on the chair.The guest room had been mine for three weeks. It was a good room. Clean, warm, with a window that faced the east side of the property and caught the morning light in a way that made the early starts easier. Matthew Morrison ran a well-maintained house. Everything worked. Everything was where it was supposed to be. The staff who came in three times a week were quiet and efficient and had learned within the first few days not to disturb the room without checking first.I had been

Chapter 219CALLAHAN Matthew's stillness changed quality."You're certain," he said."I'm not certain," I said, because precision mattered here. "I'm telling you what I saw and what I believe. The confidence level is high. The certainty level is not one hundred percent." I paused. "But it's high."Matthew moved to his desk but didn't sit down. He put both hands flat on the surface and looked at nothing in particular above the window line, which was something he did when he was processing something that had shifted the ground under him."Thorne works for the Alpha King's office," he said."I know.""He's been coordinating with us directly on the security situation following the assembly.""I know that too," I said.Matthew looked at me. "You're telling me that the man who coordinates security intelligence between my pack and the Alpha King's office may have been standing in my garden while people tried to take my son.""Yes," I said. "That's what I'm telling you."The room was quiet f