All Chapters of Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81BIANCA The scan completed, showing me exactly where the fragments were lodged. Three in his left hand, two in his right, one large piece near his heart that made my stomach clench with worry."Sarah, I need to extract these," I said. "Standard curse removal protocol, but that piece near his heart is going to be delicate. I'll need monitoring equipment in case it affects his cardiac rhythm.""You've done this before?" Sarah asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer."Dozens of times. My mother specialized in curse extraction." I turned back to Caleb. "This is going to feel weird, but it shouldn't hurt. I'm going to use counter-resonance to destabilize the fragments so your body can naturally expel them. You might feel warmth or tingling, maybe some pressure. If you feel actual pain, tell me immediately."He nodded, his eyes wide but trusting.I took a breath, centered myself, and began the extraction.The technique was one my mother had perfected over yea

Chapter 83BIANCARivera driving. Louis in the backseat. Me in the passenger seat, finally relaxing after a long shift.This was what I'd never had with Matthew. This easy companionship, this genuine interest in each other's lives, this sense of being a unit rather than separate people occupying the same space."So how was it really?" Rivera asked during a brief pause in Louis's monologue. "Your first day?""Exhausting. Exhilarating. Everything I hoped it would be." I smiled at him. "I treated a teenage transformation accident, extracted curse fragments from a boy who'd been suffering for weeks, handled three different magical injuries. And James Wright has decided I'm showing off, which apparently is a compliment in trauma medicine culture.""You were showing off?" Louis asked from the backseat. "Like when I do cartwheels to impress people?""Similar, yes," I said, making Rivera laugh."She was being competent," Rivera corrected. "Which in the medical field sometimes looks like showin

Chapter 85RIVERA"We have a betting pool going," Mikael added. "Klaus thinks you'll propose within six months. I'm betting a year. Elijah thinks you're too emotionally constipated to ever actually commit, and Roy is withholding judgment until he completes his research on your relationship patterns.""My relationship patterns?" I took a long drink of whiskey."You have a type," Roy said seriously. "Intelligent, independent women with healing abilities who don't take your shit. Your wife fit the profile, and from what I've observed about Dr. Morrison, she does too."Klaus laughed at my expression. "Relax, Lucian. We're happy for you. Genuinely happy. You've been alone too long, and Louis needs a mother figure.""Bianca's more than a mother figure," I said, then paused, realizing how defensive I sounded. "She's—she's become essential. To both of us. And I don't know what I'd do if she left.""Have you told her who you are yet?" Elijah asked, his tone carefully neutral.And there it was.

Chapter 87 THEO I sat on the blanket Dad had spread out under a big tree, clutching the stuffed wolf Mama had given me last year. It was getting old and worn, one ear was coming loose, but I wouldn't let Dad replace it. This was from Mama. One of the last things she'd bought me before she went away forever. "You okay, buddy?" Dad asked, settling down beside me with a heavy sigh. He'd been sighing a lot lately. Dr. Fisher said that meant he was sad too, that grown-ups had feelings just like kids even if they didn't always show them. "I'm okay," I said, even though I wasn't sure if that was true. Dr. Fisher had given me homework today—to go to the park and try to play with other kids. To practice having fun again, she'd said. Because apparently I'd forgotten how to have fun after Mama died. I looked around the BloodMoon Kid's Park. It was huge, way bigger than the parks back home. There were swings and slides and climbing structures that looked like castles. Kids were running ever

Chapter 89THEOHe gathered up our blanket and my toys, keeping one arm around me the whole time. Other families were staring at us—probably because I'd been shouting and crying—but I didn't care.Let them stare. They all had their mamas. They didn't understand.The walk back to the car felt really long. Dad kept his hand on my shoulder, like he was worried I'd run off again. I wouldn't, though. There was no point in running. Mama wasn't here. She was gone, and I needed to stop looking for her.But that was easier to think than to actually do.In the car, Dad didn't start driving right away. He just sat there, his hands on the steering wheel, staring at nothing."I'm sorry," he finally said. "I'm sorry I couldn't save her. I'm sorry I made choices that hurt both of you. I'm sorry you have to grow up without your mama."I didn't answer. Didn't know what to say.Sorry didn't bring Mama back. Sorry didn't make the hurt go away. Sorry was just a word that grown-ups used when they'd done s