Todos los capítulos de BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE.: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Rebecca’s POVSince Mr Smith had said I could go anywhere as long as I went with the security, I decided I would go to my parent's house. The house I spent my 5 years at. The guards insisted on following me the whole way, after we had arrived at my home. I told them I would not be long, but the truth was I had no idea how long I needed. Twenty years. Twenty years since I last stood on this cracked sidewalk, staring at the small bungalow with its faded blue shutters and the mango tree still leaning over the fence.I walked slowly up the short path, heart beating louder with every step. The porch light was on—someone lived here now. That much was obvious. I raised my hand to knock, then hesitated. What was I even doing here at this hour? But my fingers curled into a fist and rapped gently against the wooden door anyway.It opened almost immediately. A woman who looked like she was in her late thirties stood there, with an apron tied around her waist, and surprise lifting her eyebrows.

THIRD PERSON POVDonald stood in the shadowed depths of the forest, his massive wolf form trembling with barely contained rage. The scent of Rebecca lingered faintly on the wind, mixed with the acrid tang of unfamiliar wolves. His guards flanked him, their own fur bristling as they scanned the underbrush for any sign of movement. But there was nothing, only the drag marks in the dirt, the broken branches, and the discarded scarf that now lay clutched in his paw like a lifeline."I'm going to kill whoever did this," Donald snarled, his voice echoing through the trees. "Whoever laid a hand on Rebecca is going to die. No mercy. I'll tear them apart piece by piece."One of the guards, a burly gray wolf named Mustapha, shifted uneasily. "Alpha, we should regroup at the estate. The trail goes cold here, but we can send trackers ahead."Donald paced back and forth, his claws digging deep furrows into the earth. "This must be Varkon. That coward has been probing our borders for weeks. He prob

THIRD PERSON POV—Varkon.Varkon waved a hand dismissively. "Enough games. Bring her to my chambers," he ordered one of the guards, his voice slurring slightly from the ale. Then he turned back to her, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "You will entertain me tonight, little mate. Let’s see if you’re worth all this trouble."The guard unlocked the cage and yanked her out, ignoring her struggles. The pack cheered as she was dragged toward Varkon's hut, their laughter ringing in her ears like a curse.Inside, the space was dim, lit by a single lantern hanging from a beam. Furs covered the floor, and a rough bed dominated one corner. The air smelled of smoke, sweat, and spilled ale. Varkon entered behind her, slamming the door shut with a force that rattled the walls. He poured himself another drink from a clay jug, gulping it down as he eyed her hungrily.He tossed a thin, shimmering gown onto the bed—silky, pale blue, clearly meant to humiliate."Change into it," he commanded

THIRD PERSON POV—VarkonThe clearing that had once served as the heart of Varkon’s camp now lay in utter devastation and chaos. Charred timber jutted from the ground like broken bones, blackened and splintered. Tents that had stood tall only hours earlier were reduced to shredded rags flapping in the dying wind, their canvas torn and mud-soaked. Trees leaned at unnatural angles, trunks split open as if struck by invisible axes or tightening.Deep craters pockmarked the earth where roots had been violently ripped free. Rain still dripped from leaves, pooling in the hollows and turning the ground into a slick, treacherous mire. The storm Rebecca had unwittingly summoned had torn through the territory without any mercy, leaving behind a landscape that looked more like the aftermath of a prolonged siege than the result of a single night of rain.Varkon stood in the center of the wreckage, boots sinking into the churned mud, and his dark coat sodden and clinging to his broad frame. His fac

Rebecca’s POVI couldn’t see anything clearly—everything was shadows and blurs through the thick blindfold tied around my eyes. The fabric was rough, scratching against my skin, and it smelled like dirt and sweat. My head throbbed from the last blow they’d given me, the one that had knocked me out again just to keep me quiet during the move. I felt the jolts of the cage they’d thrown me into, rocking like a crude wagon over uneven ground. The chains around my wrists and ankles clanked with every bump, a constant reminder that I was trapped. Where were they taking me? How would Donald ever find me now? The original camp was ruined and I’d done that myself, somehow—but if they were moving, the trail would go cold. He’d promised to protect me, to always come for me, but doubt crept in like the chill of the night air. What if this time, he couldn’t?After what felt like hours of endless rocking and the distant howls of wolves, the movement stopped. My heart raced, were we there? Wherever