Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Rejected Mate, His Contract Wife: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The atmosphere inside Amora’s Hearth became so cold that Amora could see her own breath misting in front of her face. Oscar did not blink. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely blocking Amora from the city Enforcer’s view. The floorboards beneath his heavy boots creaked under the sheer pressure of his tensed muscles. His hazel eyes were gone, replaced entirely by a molten, territorial gold. "You have a lot of nerve coming into my town, wearing a cheap suit and throwing threats around," Oscar said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the deep, vibrating frequency of a Natural Alpha. The glass display cases behind the counter rattled in response. The Enforcer adjusted his tie, his expression remaining neutral, though a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his neck. "I am simply delivering a message from Alpha Alonso, Wayne. The woman belongs to the Silver Crescent. The law is on our side." Oscar leaned over the counter, forcing the Enforcer to step back. "Let me make s

The heat between Amora and Oscar was a physical weight, thick and suffocating in the bedroom. Amora’s lips were a mere breath away from his. She could smell the crisp scent of cedarwood on his skin, a scent that promised absolute safety, a life without fear. Her wolf whimpered, begging her to close the distance, to let a new anchor erase the ghost of the old one.Oscar’s breath hitched. His eyes completely lost their hazel hue, bleeding into a dark, dominant gold. His hand on her face trembled, his large thumb brushing against her lower lip. He wanted this. She could feel the raw, primal hunger radiating off his skin.But just as their lips were about to touch, a sharp, icy prickle bloomed in the center of Amora’s chest. It wasn't the nightmare this time. It was reality. The phantom thread of her severed bond gave a violent, painful twist, as if someone had grabbed the dead end and yanked it hard.Amora gasped, pulling back abruptly. The spell broke instantly.She pressed a hand to he

The silence inside Amora’s Hearth was absolute, yet it felt louder than a bomb. Duncan stood perfectly still, his eyes two bottomless pools of pitch-black ringed by a razor-thin halo of glowing silver. His chest heaved beneath his expensive charcoal vest. The civilized, billionaire businessman had completely vanished. In his place stood an ancient, possessive monster that had just discovered its most precious treasure hidden in an enemy’s cave. "You're carrying my heir," Duncan growled. The words didn't just vibrate in his throat; they rolled out of him as a full, unfiltered Alpha authority. The sheer physical force of his voice hit the room like a shockwave. The glass windows of the bakery rattled violently in their frames, and a stack of ceramic coffee mugs on the counter slid forward, shattering against the hardwood floor. The heavy, suffocating weight of his command slammed into Amora, forcing her knees to buckle. Her wolf whimpered, instantly recognizing the bloodline

Inside the bakery, the shredded pieces of the Grand Council’s custody injunction lay on the floor like dead leaves. Amora let out a long breath she felt she had been holding since Duncan first stepped through the door. Her hands were still trembling, but the tight, suffocating knot in her chest had loosened."He's gone," she whispered, looking at the empty doorway. "For now."Oscar turned to her, the molten gold in his eyes completely fading back to his warm, comforting hazel. He reached out, his large hands catching hers. His skin was warm and rough, dusted with a little bit of the flour they had been working with earlier."I told you, Amora," Oscar said, his voice a steady, grounding rumble. "My pack does not bow to city lawyers. You are safe here. The Old Charter protects you, and my wolves protect the Charter.""Thank you, Oscar," she said, her green eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. "But he won't stop. Duncan doesn't know how to lose a business deal, and

Oscar lay flat on the metal examination table, his chest bare. The thick, pale scars from his past were now overshadowed by the thick black veins crawling upward from his shoulder, snaking around his neck like a choking collar. Susan Wayne moved frantically around the table. Her hands, usually so steady and glowing with warm amber light, were shaking. She pressed a cloth soaked in crushed herbs against the wound, but the moment it touched Oscar’s skin, it hissed, turning into a foul grey steam. "The silver was packed with concentrated wolfsbane," Susan said, her voice cracking with a rare panic. "It’s acting like an acid inside his bloodstream. It's bypassing his wolf's natural defense system. Every time I try to push my healing energy into him, the poison just drinks it up." Amora stood against the wall, her wet overalls clinging to her skin, her hands gripping her stomach. She watched Oscar’s jaw tighten, his fangs protruding slightly as he let out a weak, guttural groan. His b