All Chapters of BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

THIRD PERSON POVLife in the territory began to find its rhythm again.The new elder appointments were announced at a formal meeting four days after the verdict. Donald had chosen carefully — not just men and women of age and experience, but ones with demonstrated loyalty to the crown and the kind of character that did not bend under pressure or opportunity.The pack received the appointments well.There was a feeling moving through the territory in those days that was hard to name exactly but easy to feel. Like something that had been holding its breath had finally exhaled. Like the territory itself knew that the wrongness that had crept into it had been removed and was slowly returning to what it was supposed to be.Rebecca felt it. And everyone else did, too.She walked through the territory differently now. Not cautiously, not with the careful awareness of someone who was always half-expecting the ground to shift under her feet. She walked like someone who belonged. Because she

THIRD PERSON POVDonald came home on the evening of the second day.The sky above the territory was a deep, burnt orange when the gates opened for him. The sun was setting, and it reminded him that nothing ever lasted. There would always be an end.The guards at the gate stepped aside the moment they saw him coming down the road, and word moved ahead of him through the territory the way word always moved when the Alpha returned — fast and quiet, passing from one post to the next until it reached the main house before he did.Rebecca was at the door when he arrived.She had been inside when she heard the gates, and something in her chest had shifted immediately — a pull, low and certain, the kind that didn't need confirmation. She had set down what she was holding and walked to the door and opened it and stood there in the early evening air, watching the road.She saw Rowan first. Then the six guards behind him, riding in loose formation, their faces carrying the particular blankness o

THIRD PERSON POVThe days that followed were good ones.Rebecca woke up each morning without dread.That was the simplest way she could describe the change in her life, and also the most honest one. For so long, waking up had carried a weight to it — an awareness, even before she was fully conscious, of something to be careful about. Something to manage. Some version of herself she needed to assemble before she could face the day. She had carried that feeling for so long she had stopped noticing it was there, the way you stop noticing the sound of a river once you've lived beside it long enough.Now it was gone.She woke up in the mornings in the large, warm room that was hers and she lay still for a moment and listened to the territory outside the window and felt the absence of that weight like a physical thing. Like a door somewhere in her chest that had been shut for years had been quietly, finally, opened.She did her work. She attended to the territory's correspondence and disput