Todos los capítulos de BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Rebecca’s POVThe truth is, when I had given him that promise about being rewarded, I never meant it. I only said it to secure my escape—anything to get those iron manacles off my wrists and put distance between me and that cursed camp. But seeing how nice and enthusiastic he had been about letting me go, no strings attached, no last-minute betrayal, and no gleeful knife in the back… it unnerved me. He could have kept me locked up and allowed Varkon to do whatever to me. Instead he’d freed me at the cost of his own life and pointed me toward Black Moon, and even wished me luck. I felt really, really bad, so I made up my mind right there, and then that I would really tell Donald to reward him properly if we both survived this mess.Dust and smoke choked the narrow pass, turning the afternoon sun into a dull copper disc. Steel rang against steel in frantic, rhythms. Men screamed, horses shrieked, and somewhere, a war horn gave three short, desperate blasts before falling silent forever

Rebecca’s POV “It’s very romantic,” he countered, laughing. “Wolves show love by scent-marking. He wants to cover you in his scent so everyone knows you belong to us.”“I already belong to someone,” I said quietly.His arm tightened around my waist—just enough to remind me he was there. “We’ll see.”After a while, he started humming some old tune I vaguely recognized from childhood stories. The melody was low and surprisingly sweet. I hated that it almost calmed me.“You’re not even tired?” I asked eventually, my voice muffled against his chest.“I could run for days,” he said proudly. “But you’re light as a feather, so I figured the horse could carry us both. Besides, I like having you this close. Makes my wolf happy.”“Your wolf is delusional,” I muttered.“My wolf is honest,” he corrected. “He knows what he wants. And right now, he wants to keep you forever.”I didn’t reply. I saw no reason to, because every word he said chipped away at the certainty I had in Donald, and I hated h

THIRD PERSON POV—Donald and Varkon. Donald’s claws dug deeper into Varkon’s throat, drawing fresh rivulets of blood that trickled down the rogue Alpha’s collar. The two guards flanking Varkon tensed, swords half-raised, but Rowan’s low, warning growl kept them frozen in place. Donald’s voice came out hoarse, almost broken. “Repeat what you just said.” Varkon coughed, blood flecking his lips, but the mocking glint never left his eyes. “She’s dead.” The words landed like a physical blow. Donald’s entire body went rigid. The forest around them seemed to still—no wind, no birds, only the harsh rasp of his breathing. “You’re lying,” he said, but the words lacked conviction. His grip faltered for half a second. Varkon used the moment to lean forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Am I? Look around you, Donald. Look at what’s left of my camp. You think this was done by another pack? You think there's someone else strong enough to defeat me? No. This was do

THIRD PERSON POV—Council Of Elders.The council chamber was thick with tension and the scent of burning incense. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting restless shadows across the long oak table where the elders of Black Moon Territory had gathered for the second time that day. The first meeting had ended in frustration when Alpha Donald failed to appear. Now, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky in bruised purples and oranges, the same faces sat waiting once more.Elder Magnus paced the length of the room, his silver robes whispering against the floor. His heavy brows were drawn together, with deep lines etched into his forehead.“Where is the Alpha?” he demanded, voice booming off the ancient stone. “This is the second gathering we have called, and still he has not shown himself. Does he think the affairs of the pack can wait while he mourns the kidnap of a wolfless girl?”Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table. Councilman Thalos leaned back in his carved chair

THIRD PERSON POVKira leaned forward, her hands flat on the table, eyes narrowing at Esme.“You must be mistaken, child,” she said firmly. “The Alpha may be somewhere on the grounds. The training yard, the eastern wing, or his private study—he would definitely be seen before the day ends. He has never disappeared like this without reason.”Esme shook her head, voice small but steady. “I’m sure, Elder Kira. I checked his chambers myself this morning. The bed is untouched. No fire has been lit in the hearth. His cloak is still hanging by the door from two nights ago. He left with Beta Rowan and hasn’t returned. I am sure of it.”The chamber erupted in overlapping voices.Thalos sat up straighter, with his fingers drumming once on the armrest. “And if she’s right?” he asked, voice low and deliberate. “What happens then? The Alpha vanishes in the middle of a crisis, his mate missing, Varkon’s raids increasing, and the borders bleeding. We cannot sit here waiting for a ghost.”Mashik spoke