Semua Bab BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE.: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Third Person POVBy the time the sun fully surrendered to the horizon, the Black Moon Territory had transformed into something almost otherworldly.The clearing glowed beneath hundreds of lanterns, their soft golden light flickering like captured stars suspended in the night air. Tall torches burned steadily, their flames dancing in rhythm with the music that echoed across the land. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine drifted through the crowd, mingling with laughter, music, and the low hum of conversation.The Wolf Dance Festival had begun.Wolves in both human and shifted forms moved freely across the grounds, their energy vibrant and alive. Some danced in circles, others gathered in groups, sharing stories and drinks, while musicians played traditional instruments that carried deep, rhythmic beats through the clearing.It was a celebration of unity, of strength and of belonging.And at the center of it all…Were Donald and Rebecca.Inside the estate, final preparations were b

Third Person POVThe music still echoed faintly from the festival grounds, though it had softened into a distant hum by the time Donald led Rebecca and her aunt into one of the quieter lounges within the estate. The room was warm, lit by soft golden chandeliers, and furnished with elegant chairs that seemed almost too refined for the tension that followed them inside.Rebecca remained standing at first, her body rigid, her eyes flickering between Donald and her aunt, as though silently begging him not to leave her alone.Donald, however, seemed unaware of the storm building beneath her calm exterior.He gestured lightly toward the seating area. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. There’s no need to stand like strangers when we are supposed to be family.”Her aunt let out a small, pleased hum as she lowered herself into one of the chairs, her fingers brushing over the armrest as though testing its worth.“Family,” she repeated softly, her lips curling in quiet amusement. “It sounds s

THIRD PERSON POVMorning came very quickly.The night before still lingered in the air like a whisper that refused to fade, heavy with unspoken truths and carefully buried tension. The estate, which had once pulsed with music and laughter, now felt quieter—calmer on the surface, yet underneath, something restless stirred.Donald stood by the tall windows of their chamber, already dressed, his posture straight, his expression thoughtful as he stared out at the vast lands of the Black Moon Territory. The early light spilled across his face, highlighting the calm authority he carried so effortlessly.Behind him, Rebecca stirred.She blinked awake slowly, her mind taking a moment to catch up with reality.Then, without warning, everything rushed back.From Damon to her aunt.The tension.Her heart tightened instantly.“Donald?” she called softly, sitting up.He turned immediately, his expression softening the moment his eyes met hers.“You’re awake.”Rebecca nodded, pushing the covers asi

THIRD PERSON POVThe afternoon sun stretched long across the stone corridors of the estate, spilling warmth into spaces that still felt emotionally cold. Rebecca had not left her room since Rowan’s earlier visit, though the tray of food he had brought now sat half-empty on the table—proof that, at the very least, she had tried.A soft knock sounded again.This time, it wasn't hesitant or uncertain.But steady.“My lady,” Rowan’s voice came from the other side. “May I come in?”Rebecca paused where she sat, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the table.“Come in,” she said.The door opened, and Rowan stepped inside, closing it gently behind him.This time, his presence carried something different.It was less formal and more intentional.He studied her for a moment, noting the slight improvement in her demeanor, the faint color that had returned to her face.“I see you ate something,” he said.Rebecca gave a small, almost shy smile.“Only because you insisted.”Rowan nodded slig

THIRD PERSON POVRebecca did not move immediately.Her body had gone still the moment she saw Seraphina standing there, poised, elegant, and entirely too comfortable in a moment that did not belong to her. The faint smile on Seraphina’s lips was not one of concern, nor even curiosity—it was the kind of smile that watched, that measured, that waited.Rebecca exhaled slowly, forcing her voice into calmness.“What do you want, Seraphina?” she asked, her tone controlled but edged with irritation. “I am having an important discussion.”Seraphina placed a hand lightly over her chest, her expression shifting into something almost apologetic.“Oh, I am terribly sorry if I intruded,” she said, her voice smooth and laced with false innocence. “From where I stood, it seemed less like a discussion and more like a… rather heated exchange. I thought perhaps I should step in before the fire grew out of control.”Rebecca’s jaw tightened slightly.“There is no fire,” she replied. “We were just talking