Todos los capítulos de His Rejected Mate, His Contract Wife: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Amora sat on the edge of the velvet mattress, her freshly washed hair damp against her shoulders. She had scrubbed her skin until it was red, desperate to wash away the scent of the Alonso mansion, the sterile smell of the clinic, and the lingering grease of Katherine’s heavy perfume. The high-tech filtration system hummed in the ceiling, a constant, low reminder that she was trapped. But Amora was a healer’s daughter. She knew that while technology could trap a wolf's body, the old ways could still protect a wolf's space. Before the sun had set, she had used the small silver scalpel from her pocket to scrape a few chips of dried blue root and salt from her old herb pouch, remnants she had managed to keep hidden in the lining of her denim overalls. She had pressed the mixture into the seams of the heavy oak double doors, whispering the low, rhythmic words her father had taught her to lock out unwanted Alphas. It wasn't a physical lock. It was a spiritual barrier that turned the thr

The heavy doors of the master suite remained firmly shut, but the ward Amora had pressed into the wood was gone. When the heavy mechanical lock clicked open at noon, it wasn't a maid carrying a tray of supplements. It was Duncan.He had discarded his blazer, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, but his presence was still too large for the room. His silver eyes scanned her instantly, checking the color of her face, the rise of her chest, and the curve of her stomach. Their child’s heartbeat beneath her ribs didn't thrash, but it pulled tightly on his aura, drawing the raw Supreme energy it needed to stay anchored.Duncan looked at the silver tray resting untouched on the mahogany dresser. The pureed nutrient bowls were cold, a thick skin forming over the surface."You haven't touched the medical rations for two days," Duncan said. His voice was rough, carrying a dark undercurrent of frustration that he was trying to keep under control. "The physicians say the pup's weigh

The morning sun streamed through the massive glass windows of The Criscent Hearth, reflecting off the spotless stainless-steel counters and polished marble floors. Despite the luxury of the space, Amora felt completely detached from it. She stood by the central island, her hands covered in a light layer of flour, staring at a small, elegant package that had been delivered just ten minutes ago. It was a glossy silver tin wrapped in a deep crimson silk ribbon. Resting on top was a small, cream-colored note written in flowing cursive. “A peace offering for the future of our pack. Let us put the dinner incident behind us and focus on what matters. – Katherine.” Amora stared at the card, her lips pressing into a thin line. She pulled the ribbon away and lifted the metal lid. Instantly, the sweet, heavy scent of dried lavender drifted into the air, filling the modern kitchen. Inside the tin were dried purple petals mixed with small, dark green leaves. To anyone else, it looked like a sta

The morning sun had barely risen over the city skyscrapers when Katherine Brown walked into Duncan’s private study. She no longer looked like the weak, fainting woman who had collapsed on the bakery floor the previous morning. She wore a sharp, dark gray suit, her hair was perfectly styled, and her face was a mask of cold confidence.Duncan sat behind his massive desk. He hadn't slept. His white shirt was wrinkled, and his silver eyes looked strained as he stared at the security reports on his laptop. He was still trying to track down where Katherine had obtained the Black-Root Nightshade. The lie about the destroyed boutique had proven her guilt, but before he could officially strip her of her status, he needed undeniable proof of her source."I told you to stay in the guest wing, Katherine," Duncan said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble. He didn't lift his head from the screen. "The pack physicians said you needed rest. I suggest you take their advice before I have my

Three days passed in a tense, agonizing silence. The bedroom suite was quiet except for the steady, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor sitting beside the bed. The pack physicians had worked around the clock, terrified of what Duncan would do if the pregnancy failed.To everyone’s shock, the Supreme Alpha pup was incredibly resilient. Instead of dying when the medicine was destroyed, its heartbeat had simply slowed down, entering a dormant state to protect itself from the stress. By the third morning, it had woken up, surging back with a fierce, aggressive energy that surprised even the head doctor.Amora sat in a velvet armchair near the sealed window, her face still pale but her breathing steady. She wore a loose cream dress, her eyes fixed on the gray city traffic far below.The heavy doors clicked open. Duncan stepped into the room, holding a digital tablet with her latest medical charts. He looked exhausted. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his dark hair was messy, and