All Chapters of Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third Person POV Samantha took a deep breath before stepping onto the set. For the past week, she had barely left her house, dedicating all her time to memorizing lines, refining her performance, and occasionally chatting with Tiana or Callum over the phone. She had pushed herself relentlessly, determined not to let down the people who had placed their trust in her. "Good morning, Samantha." Diego’s voice cut through the quiet buzz of the set as their eyes met. Samantha responded with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mr. West. I hope I’m not running late." Diego let out a light chuckle. "Late? You’re the first cast member to arrive." He gave her an approving nod. "The other producers were right about you—you take your commitments seriously." "You can head to the dressing room to change and get your makeup done. Take your time. Since this is the first day, I’ll be holding a briefing with the staff before we begin." Samantha nodded and made her way to her private dressing room

“You're really spoiling me today, but in return, i have to let you see me looking all messy like this,” I said, lowering my head as warmth spread across my face. I let out a small sigh, pressing my fingers against my cheeks. “I didn’t even get the chance to take off my makeup. I probably look so ugly right now. I’m sorry... you must be disgusted.” The moment those words left my lips, the car suddenly jerked to a stop on the side of the road. I gasped, gripping the seatbelt as I turned to Zephyr. “What the—” “What did you just say?” His voice was calm, but the underlying sharpness sent a shiver down my spine. His hands were still gripping the wheel, knuckles tense. He wasn’t just surprised—he was angry. I hesitated, startled by his sudden question. “M-My makeup... it makes me look older, right?” “Yes, it does.” Zephyr finally turned to face me, his sharp gray eyes locking onto mine. “But that doesn’t mean I’m disgusted by you. I could never be disgusted by you.” My breath hitch

Third Person POV Zephyr clicked his tongue when he realized he was still surrounded by humans. Some pointed their cameras at him, while others couldn’t take their eyes off him. If he went all out against the rogue werewolf, the council would no doubt lecture him for exposing his true power in front of humans. The last thing he needed was another tedious reprimand. Exhaling sharply, he forced himself to hold back, pretending to struggle against the rogue werewolf—or what the humans probably saw as nothing more than a massive wild wolf. The rogue werewolf lunged at him, claws slashing through the air in a desperate attempt to wound him. Zephyr barely flinched, effortlessly dodging the attack. But before he could retaliate, the beast let out a guttural growl and bolted into the darkness, disappearing into the maze of the city streets. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some gasped in awe, while others hurriedly checked their cameras, making sure they had captured the scene. Zephyr

Zephyr’s POV I was about to take Samantha home when my phone rang. It was Monica. Her voice came fast and urgent. "We’ve captured the dog. But you need to get here now." I frowned. "I’ll come after I take Samantha home." "There’s no time. Just bring her with you." Her tone left no room for argument. "If you don’t come now, you might not get another chance to see this dog alive." My grip on the phone tightened. What the hell did that mean? Monica wouldn’t kill the rogue werewolf because I had warned her not to act carelessly again. Which meant ... something was wrong. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to think. My gaze flickered to Samantha. She looked tired, her body slightly curled into the seat, her lashes fluttering as if she was barely keeping herself awake. I should take her home. That was the right thing to do. But if I called Arthur, it would take time for him to get here. And leaving Samantha alone at night—especially with rogue werewolves still lurking around Northbrid

Samantha's POV “No, Samantha! You’re right!” Monica suddenly grabbed my hand, her eyes wide with realization. “Drugs! Maybe this is all happening because of some kind of drug!” But the thought still didn’t fully add up. What kind of drug could possibly make a werewolf lose their healing ability? It made no sense, yet it seemed like the only reasonable explanation. “We need to get a doctor to run some tests on his blood,” Zephyr muttered, his gaze narrowing as he watched the rogue werewolf, who was now drooling and eerily still, like some kind of lifeless statue. “But... I have a feeling he’s not going to make it before the doctor arrives.” “Get out, Samantha,” Zephyr said softly but firmly, stepping in front of me to shield my view. “This isn’t something you need to see.” I knew I could handle it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized Zephyr was probably right. Watching a werewolf die like this wasn’t going to give me any pleasure—it would only leave me with a nig