Todos os capítulos de The Rogue’s Savage Claim on Me: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

They left twenty minutes later, after a cup of tea and a tour of the cabin that seemed to reassure them I wasn't living in complete squalor. Fao had finally emerged from behind the counter — the situation in his sweatpants now mercifully under control — and my mother hugged him before she went. She whispered something in his ear that made his eyes go soft.My father shook Fao's hand at the door, a firm grip that Fao returned without flinching.I watched their car disappear down the gravel road, Fao's arms wrapped around me from behind."What did she say to you?" I asked."She said 'take care of my daughter.'" His arms tightened. "I told her I would.""And my father?""He shook my hand. Firm grip." A pause. "I think that means he approves."I laughed, even though nothing was funny. "That's basically a declaration of love from him." I turned in his arms. "Also, I can't believe you had to meet my parents with a half-knotted erection.""It was... uncomfortable.""You hid behind the counte

ELOWENSaturday dinner with my parents was... surprisingly normal.We arrived at six, as promised. My mother had made prime rib — Fao's eyes lit up at the smell of meat — and my father had actually opened the good wine, which was his version of rolling out the red carpet."Fao." My father shook his hand at the door. "Good to see you again.""Sir." Fao's grip was firm but careful. He'd gotten better at these dinners over the past few weeks — learned which fork to use, how to pace himself through courses, when to laugh at my father's terrible jokes."Come in, come in. Margaret's outdone herself tonight."She had. By the time we finished the main course, Fao had eaten three servings of prime rib, two helpings of roasted potatoes, and an entire basket of dinner rolls. My mother watched him with the satisfied expression of someone whose life's purpose had finally been fulfilled."It's so nice to cook for someone who appreciates it," she said, already piling more food onto his plate. "Elowe

The wolf looked genuinely offended now — like I'd insulted its mother, its ancestors, and its entire bloodline. It started toward me, and I realized I'd made a terrible mistake.El, run! Fao's voice tore through the bond — desperate, terrified, furious. RUN!But I couldn't run. The black wolf had circled around while I was focused on the brown one, blocking my escape route to the car. The tawny one was closing in from the side, herding me toward the trees.They weren't trying to kill me. They were corralling me. Like prey.I grabbed a rock from the ground — fist-sized, jagged — and held it like I knew what to do with it. "Stay back. I'm warning you—"The brown wolf lunged.I swung the rock, but it ducked under my arm, its massive body slamming into my chest. I went down hard, the air exploding from my lungs, gravel biting into my back.And then there were teeth at my throat.Not biting. Just... resting there. Hot breath on my skin, fangs pressing against my pulse point hard enough to

FAOThe tawny woman fixed my shoulder before we sat down."Hold still," she said, approaching with her hands raised. Not asking — telling.I tensed, putting myself between her and Elowen, but Corvin made a calming gesture. "Thalia's a healer. If we leave that joint displaced, it'll heal wrong."I didn't want any of them touching me. But my shoulder was screaming, the joint grinding against itself with every movement, and I knew he was right."Fine," I growled. "Make it fast."Thalia grabbed my arm without ceremony and wrenched.The crack of the joint popping back into place echoed through the cabin. White-hot pain lanced through my shoulder, and I felt Elowen flinch through the bond — feeling my agony as her own.I didn't make a sound. Wouldn't give them the satisfaction."There." Thalia stepped back, matter-of-fact. "It'll be sore for a day or two, but it'll heal clean now."I rolled my shoulder experimentally. It moved properly, though it still hurt like hell. "Thanks," I said flatl

"Then you need allies. Protection. A pack." Corvin spread his hands. "We can offer all three. The ranch is remote — sixty miles of private trails, dark skies, mountains on every side. The pack has held it for decades. It's the safest place for you right now.""You want me to leave." I looked around the cabin — the kitchen where Elowen made coffee in the mornings, the couch where we curled up together, the bedroom where I'd claimed her. Our home. "You want me to leave all of this.""I want you to survive." Corvin's voice was firm but not unkind. "This cabin is isolated, yes, but it's not defensible. Four of us can't hold it against a real assault. And House Varen won't send four — they'll send forty.""There's something else," Elowen said slowly. "Something you should know."She told them about Trevor. About the stalking, the break-in, the bodies in the woods. About the wolves — real wolves, trained wolves — that he'd been using to stage the attacks, to draw attention, to tighten the n