Todos os capítulos de His Father's Mate: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Aria's POV I was already moving when Damian said wake everyone up.Not because I was brave. Not because the power in my chest had settled and my hands had stopped glowing and I finally felt ready for something like this. I was moving because standing still wasn't an option my body was willing to consider anymore. Three hunter vehicles at the eastern border with my biological father's bloodline symbol painted on the hood in silver paint, and I was supposed to what—sit on the training mat and breathe through my nose?No.I pulled on boots in the dark of the corridor, fingers working the laces fast. Around me the villa was waking up—low voices, the sound of a door hitting a wall somewhere down the east wing. The smell of cold night air rolling in as someone opened the main entrance.Damian was already in the foyer when I got there.Dark jacket. Jaw set. Eyes moving over the assembled war

Aria's POV I had heard it in Damian's voice before he finished the sentence.Two vehicles were spotted near Gabriel's safehouse again. Just watching.I was already moving toward the door before the word ‘watching’ finished landing. My hand hit the door handle and Damian's hand covered mine before I'd turned it."Aria.""They're watching his building." My voice came out flat."I know what it is.""Then you know I have to go—""No." He turned me around, hands on my shoulders, until I was facing him instead of the door. His eyes were steady in a way that made me want to scream because he wasn't wrong and I already knew he wasn't wrong and that made it so much worse. "Going tonight is exactly what they want. You show up alone, scared, and you hand them the control they've been waiting for.""He's my father.""I know.""He's alone in a room he doesn't recognize and there are peop

Damian's POV The word “child” kept ringing in my head.A child. A child that didn't exist yet and Victor Bennett had already been calculating about it before Aria and I had fully acknowledged what we were to each other.I read Cassian's note three times in the corridor.I folded it, put it in my pocket and went to find her.She was in the kitchen.Yesterday's clothes. Hair loose. Both hands around a mug she wasn't drinking—just holding, like the warmth was the point. Staring at the window above the sink, the tree line still dark against the early sky.She heard me come in, but didn't turn.I found a mug. Poured coffee without asking—she'd stopped pretending she didn't want it three weeks ago—and slid it across to her.She looked at it. Then at me."You read it," she said."Yes."She nodded and turned back to the window.I stood across the counter from her a

Aria's POV “Run. Tonight. Please.”I stared at the screen until the words blurred.Then I read them again.I got up, put Damian's jacket on properly, and went to find him.He was in the kitchen.Awake, which didn't surprise me. A glass of water on the counter, phone face down beside it. He looked up when I walked in and read my face quietly before I said a word.I held up my phone.He took it. Read the screen. "An unknown number," I said."I'll trace it." He was already moving—phone in hand, typing. He had people for this, the same way he had people for everything. I had stopped being surprised by that weeks ago.I sat on the counter and waited.It took eleven minutes."Clara Reed," he said.I frowned. "Clara sent this?""No." He set the phone down. "The number traces to a device registered to Clara's clinic account. But Clara didn't send

ARIADamian’s bedroom door closed behind us.And immediately, my brain stopped working.One second ago, I had been confident. Now I was standing in the middle of his room like a frozen statue.“Okay. Calm down. You chose this. Nobody forced you. You walked here yourself. You are an adult making an adult decision.”“Aria.”I looked at him.He stood a few feet away, watching me carefully.“Your heart is racing again,” he said.“It is called being alive.”“It is beating twice as fast as normal.”“Thank you, Doctor. Very comforting.”The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “You are nervous.”“I’m fine.”He raised an eyebrow.I sighed. “I'm a little nervous. Don’t make it a whole thing.”He walked toward me slowly, like there was no rush at all.His hands came up to hold my face gently. “I’m going to take care of you,” he said quie