All Chapters of Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31 MATTHEWI paced outside the operating theatre like a caged wolf, my feet wearing a path in the sterile linoleum while my wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin. Six hours. It has been six hours since they had been rolled in together and i was still out here waiting for news, my heart was heavy with dread, wondering if the prolonging of the treatment, as Bianca had decided to act difficult was implicating Mia's chances of survival.Not just that, i had spent six hours of wondering if I'd made the right choice.I had, I told myself for the hundredth time. Mia was actually dying, not faking it, like Bianca kept accusing her of. And Bianca had a duty as Luna to help. That's what mates did. That's what healers did. They put others first.That's all I'd asked of her. My phone had been buzzing periodically throughout the wait, but I had ignored it all, I would get back to it, when I finally had news that Mia would pull through.And then, finally, the doors swung open.Dr. Har

Chapter 33 MATTHEWThe anger pouring out of me in waves was enough to send her moving backwards, her body shaking as she looked down at the tiles."Room 304," she whispered. "But Alpha, please, Dr. Hartwick needs to speak with you first..."I was already moving, not listening to what she had to say, Theo's small hand in mine as we headed for the elevators. Room 304. The same floor as Mia, just down the hall. Why hadn't anyone told me? Why hadn't I thought to check before now?We took the elevator up, and with each floor that passed, the dread grew heavier. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my wolf was suddenly alert and agitated.Room 304 was at the end of a quiet corridor. As we approached, I saw Dr. Hartwick standing outside the door with two nurses, their expressions grave as they looked subdued and uneasy about something. The two nurses immediately stared at the wall, finding the bland wallpaper interesting to look at."Alpha Morrison." Dr. Hartwick ste

Chapter 35BIANCA "He thinks you died during the procedure," Rivera confirmed. "That your body gave out from the strain of the ritual, and that Mia was successfully cured at the cost of your life. It was the only way to protect you, Bianca. The only way to ensure he couldn't use pack law to drag you back.""Where am I?" I asked, looking around the room properly for the first time. It wasn't the hospital I'd worked at. "BloodMoon General Hospital," Rivera said. "In BloodMoon City. I brought you here. You've been unconscious for three days while your body recovered from what they did to you.""Your mother's belongings have been relocated from the storage unit," Rivera continued. "I had them moved here, to a secure facility where you can access them whenever you're ready. I've also secured an apartment for you—fully furnished, in a building with excellent security. And I've gotten you a new phone with a new number, so there's no way for anyone from your old life to track you."He pulle

Chapter 37BIANCA "To enter BloodMoon City." I shifted in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. "Matthew told me about BloodMoon once, back when I still mattered to him. He said it was nearly impossible to get entry clearance. That the Alpha King shut down most of the borders after his wife died, and he rarely approves new residents. Matthew tried to establish business connections here multiple times and was rejected every time."The car fell silent except for the soft hum of the engine and the city sounds filtering through the windows."I knew someone at the Immigration Office," Rivera finally said, his tone carefully neutral. "Someone who owed me a favor. And besides, you have the potential to be an excellent healer here. It's not as if the Alpha King is losing anything by approving your entry. If anything, BloodMoon General Hospital benefits from having someone with your skills and experience."There was something in his voice—something slightly defensive, maybe, or dism

Chapter 39MATTHEW I stood in Bianca's closet like a man surveying the ruins of a life he'd destroyed, surrounded by evidence of my failures as a husband.Designer dresses hung in neat rows—the emerald silk gown I'd insisted she wear to the Alpha Summit, the champagne cocktail dress for the Winter Gala, the burgundy evening wear for countless pack functions. All expensive. All chosen by me. All utterly impractical for the life she'd actually been living.My fingers traced over the fabric, each piece a monument to my selfishness. I'd wanted a Luna who looked the part, who could stand beside me at formal events and make the right impression. I'd spent thousands on clothes that would transform her from a rogue healer into someone worthy of being seen at my side.But she'd been a doctor. A healer who spent twelve-hour shifts on her feet, who needed comfortable shoes and practical clothes and pockets for medical supplies. And what had I given her? Stiletto heels that still sat in their bo