Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Mate, My Spy: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Emily had not meant to wait for him.That was what she told herself as she lingered a little longer at the dining table after dinner, listening to the soft chatter of the housekeeper and the two younger women as they cleared the dishes and spoke about small, ordinary things. She nodded when expected, smiled when appropriate, even added a word here and there, but her attention was elsewhere—constantly drifting toward the entrance, toward the faint possibility of hearing the front door open.He didn’t come.Even after the plates were cleared and the conversation thinned, she remained seated for a moment longer than necessary, as though standing up would mean accepting that he truly wasn’t coming back that night. Eventually, she excused herself and went upstairs, her steps slow, her thoughts louder than the quiet house around her.By the time she reached her room, the silence felt heavier than before.She changed and got into bed, pulling the covers over herself, but sleep did not come.

Damien woke with a sharp breath, his body tensing before his eyes even opened. For a moment, he lay still, caught between sleep and awareness, the remnants of the dream clinging to him in a way that refused to fade. It wasn’t the kind of dream that dissolved the moment he woke. It lingered—clear, detailed, and far too real.“Damien.”The voice came again, low and familiar.His wolf.Damien exhaled slowly and pushed himself upright, dragging a hand across his face as he tried to steady his breathing. “I’m awake,” he murmured, though his voice was quieter than usual, as if something in him hadn’t fully settled yet.There was a pause before the wolf spoke again, more alert this time. “Something is wrong,” the wolf said. Damien leaned back slightly against the headboard, his gaze drifting toward the darkened ceiling as he tried to piece the dream together into something he could explain. For a moment, he didn’t answer, as if saying it out loud would make it more real than he was ready fo

The moment Emily stepped into the office, she sensed the shift before anyone said a word. It wasn’t tension or urgency that filled the space, but something far more restless and alive. The usual rhythm of quiet work had been replaced by a hum of overlapping conversations, voices rising and falling in uneven bursts, as if everyone was trying to tell the same story at once. Small groups had formed between desks, phones were being passed around, and even those who tried to remain seated kept turning in their chairs, drawn into the collective excitement. It felt less like the start of a workday and more like the aftermath of something that had shaken everyone at once.Emily slowed her steps slightly, her eyes moving across the room as she took in the details. This wasn’t ordinary office chatter. There was energy in it—something sharp, something fueled by the kind of news that carried both sho

Emily heard every word Damien said, even as her body lay still beneath his hands, even as her breathing remained shallow and uneven in a way that convinced everyone watching that she was slipping in and out of awareness. The haze from the drug had not completely faded, but her mind was clear enough to register the warmth of his grip and the quiet urgency in his voice. He held her hand in both of his, not loosely, not out of obligation, but with a steadiness that felt instinctive, as though letting go would somehow make her condition worse.“You’re going to be fine,” he murmured, his voice low, almost private, as though he wasn’t speaking for anyone else to hear. His thumb brushed lightly against her knuckles in a small, repetitive motion, and there was something in that gesture that didn’t belong to a man who was simply concerned out of politeness. “Whatever this is, it’ll pass. Just hold on.”Emily remained unresponsive, her lashes barely lifting, her body still caught in the illusio

Damien had never struggled with uncertainty the way he did now.It wasn’t the waiting alone that unsettled him—it was the silence that came with it. The kind of silence that left too much room for questions, for possibilities that didn’t make sense, for instincts that refused to quiet no matter how hard he tried to stay rational. He sat outside the examination room where Emily had been taken, his posture composed but tense, his gaze fixed on the closed door as though staring long enough might force it to open.Around him, the hospital moved in its usual rhythm. Nurses passed by with practiced urgency, voices murmured in low tones, machines beeped steadily behind distant walls—but none of it grounded him. None of it answered the one question pressing at the front of his mind.What happened to her?He had asked.More than once.The staff who had been in the office when she collapsed had nothing useful to offer. Their confusion had been genuine, their explanations fragmented and uncertai