All Chapters of Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51BIANCA *Four Weeks After Bianca's Supposed Death*I woke to the sound of Louis singing what I could only assume was supposed to be a song about dinosaurs, though the melody bore nothing in resemblance to anything I'd ever heard before. His off-key voice drifted through my door, loud and delightful. "And the T-Rex goes STOMP STOMP STOMP, eating all the little ones UP UP UP—"Despite everything that had been going on in my life, this past month I found myself smiling. My màte bond was finally broken off, although I never felt the pain of it, something about my doctor telling me, it happened during my unconsciousness which was better for me, at least that was a pain I didn't need a reminder of. Besides there was something infectious about Louis's joy, his absolute conviction that each morning was meant to be faced with happiness and a good dinosaur song.I stretched carefully, checking my body looking for pain and stuffiness that came with the recovery process. The bone-deep

Chapter 53BIANCA He took another step, close enough now that I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. Close enough that I could smell his cologne—something subtle and expensive that made my pulse quicken despite myself."Everyone hides something, Bianca," he said quietly. "The question is whether those secrets matter. Whether they change anything important.""Louis told me you're an Alpha." I forced myself to hold his gaze, to not back down even though every instinct screamed at me to give him space. "An important one.""Louis talks too much." But there was no real censure in his voice. "Yes, I'm an Alpha. Does that change anything?""I don't know. Does it?" I gestured toward the locked door. "Is this why you could get my clearance papers so easily? Why you had resources to help me? Because you're not just some investor, you're—what? Someone with real political power?"Rivera was quiet for a long moment, his eyes searching my face like he was trying to decide how much tru

Chapter 55MATTHEW The thought brought unexpected relief, which made me feel immediately guilty. But Dr. Vance's words from our first session echoed in my mind: *Theo associates Mia with his mother's death. Having her in the house is reinforcing his trauma.*"If I agree to this," I said slowly, "if I can get approval from the Alpha King, would Theo come with me alone? Or would Mia—""Absolutely not." Dr. Vance's response was immediate and unequivocal. "Mia's presence would be counterproductive at best, actively harmful at worst. This needs to be you and Theo, giving him a clean slate, a chance to process his grief without constant reminders of the circumstances surrounding his mother's death."I nodded, relief warring with guilt. "Okay. Okay, I'll make the arrangements. I'll contact the Alpha King's office today.""There's one more thing." Dr. Vance pulled out another document. "I need you to write a letter to accompany your application. Explain the situation, include my clinical not

Chapter 57BIANCA "So if you have three groups of four apples," I said, pointing to the worksheet spread across the kitchen table, "how many apples do you have total?"Louis scrunched up his face in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he counted on his fingers. "Um... four, eight... twelve?""Perfect!" I high-fived him, delighted by his progress. "You're getting really good at this, sweetheart.""That's because you're a good teacher, Mummy." He beamed at me, already reaching for the next problem. "Dad tries to help with math, but he makes it confusing with all his talk about 'practical applications' and 'real-world scenarios.' I just want to know how many apples there are."I laughed, reaching to ruffle his hair. "Your dad probably can't help himself. He likes to—"The door to the attached gym opened, and whatever I'd been about to say died in my throat.Rivera emerged, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat from what must have been an intense workout. A towel hung ar

Chapter 59 BIANCA But the heart, I was learning, didn't care about logic or timing or caution. It wanted what it wanted. And right now, it wanted the man down the hall who looked at me like I was precious rather than convenient. Who'd saved my life without demanding anything in return. Who'd opened his home and his heart and trusted me with his son's well-being. Who made me feel safe in a way I'd never felt with Matthew. I was considering the wisdom—or lack thereof—of getting up to raid the kitchen for stress-eating supplies when I heard a soft knock at my door. "Bianca?" Rivera's voice, quiet and careful. "Are you awake?" My heart rate kicked up immediately. "Yeah. Come in." The door opened, and he stepped inside, backlit by the hallway light. He was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt, his hair slightly mussed like he'd been trying to sleep and failing. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked unnecessarily. "Not really." He moved further into the room, keeping a respectful distance but