Lahat ng Kabanata ng BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Rebecca’s POVThe day slipped away in a gentle haze of color and sound. After having what I would call my first real meal in three days, I wandered the paths of the Fountain of Beauty with Alessia at my side, her arm linked through mine like we’d known each other for years instead of hours. Children darted past us, waving flower stems and shouting greetings. Merchants called out offers of honey cakes and fresh ribbons. Everywhere I looked there was life. It was bright, unhurried, and unafraid.By the time the sky turned the deep indigo of evening, my legs ached from walking and my cheeks hurt from smiling. Alessia led me toward a row of small stone cottages painted in soft pastels, lanterns already glowing in their windows.“Your room is ready,” Vladimir said, appearing at the end of the path as though he’d been waiting for us. His hair was damp from a bath, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked relaxed, and almost gentle in the lantern light.I nodded, suddenly tired. “Thank

Donald's POV I burst through the estate gates like a storm breaking, my wolf lathered in sweat, and my paws throwing up gravel that scattered the guards like startled birds. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard, but I barely noticed. My mind was a whirlwind. I hated that Rebecca’s scent faded at that cursed dead-end. Still, I held on to Rowan’s promise, which was still echoing in my mind. What mattered was that I could feel she was alive. But leaving her behind felt like tearing out my own heart. My clothes were torn from the shift, dirt ground into every crease, but I didn’t care. The estate loomed before me—my home, my throne, my prison now without her. Servants gaped as I strode past, whispering behind their hands, but their words didn’t reach me. I had one goal, and it was to get to the council chamber. If Zane was right, if Rebecca was heading home, I needed to hold this place steady for her return. The double doors were closed, but I could

Rowan’s POV I sat with my back against the same oak tree I’d leaned on for four days straight, one knee drawn up, forearm resting across it. The bark had worn a permanent groove in my cloak. My stomach had long since stopped growling. Now, it just ached in quiet protest. The dead-end clearing looked exactly the same as it had yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. It was made of thick pines, fallen needles, no tracks, and no scent beyond this point. I had circled this spot so many times I could walk it blindfolded. I had clawed at roots, sniffed every inch of bark, shifted, and shifted again until my muscles trembled. Nothing. Rebecca’s scent had simply vanished here. No blood, no struggle marks, no continuation. Just forest, silence, and the maddening smell of hot cake that drifted from somewhere I couldn’t reach. I tipped my head back against the trunk and closed my eyes. “godds,” I whispered, voice cracked from staying quiet for long. “If you’re listening… h

THIRD PERSON POVRebecca looked at Rowan. “What now?”“We wait and plan," he said. "Because if Vladimir won’t open the gate… we’ll make him.”Rebecca’s eyes hardened. “How?" She asked. "How do you plan on doing that? I had asked him to please let me out the very same day I came. He agreed. I woke up the next morning to hear he had gone on a hunt. He's very cunning. I feel like he would try to find a way to escape letting me go.""You don't need to worry about him," Rowan told Rebecca. "Leave him to me. The Alpha has entrusted you to my care, and I will deliver you to him safely.—------------Evening of The Next Day.The sun had dipped low, brushing the valley in long amber strokes when Vladimir rode through the shimmering arch alone. His horse was lathered, sides heaving from the long push home. A single stag was draped across the saddle behind him. The stag was large enough for a good meal, but not the haul of a full party. Alessia had returned the day before, carrying her own kill

Donald's POVI stood by the window in my chambers, with a goblet of wine in my hand, staring down into the compound below. The courtyard was quiet under the moonlight, with guards patrolling in their usual rhythm, and torches flickering like distant stars. But I wasn't really seeing any of it. My mind was a storm, swirling with one thought and it was that Rowan would return with Rebecca. It had been three days since I left him in that cursed forest, three days since I turned my back on the faint pull of her bond and rode home to secure the throne. Three days of pretending to be the unbreakable Alpha while every fiber of me screamed to go back.The wine was bitter on my tongue, but I sipped it anyway, letting it burn down my throat. It was the only thing grounding me at the moment. She had to be safe. Zane had said she escaped. Rowan would find her. He swore an unbreakable oath by my right thigh. But three days… gods, what if something had gone wrong? What if Varkon had caught her agai