All Chapters of His Rejected Mate, His Contract Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The crimson backup lights of the mansion pulsed like a slow, dying heartbeat. The heavy red glow stained the white marble pillars and turned the thick gray smoke rising from the foyer into a choking, ghostly fog. Below, the distant sounds of gunfire and shouting enforcers began to fade, drowned out by the loud, mechanical wailing of the emergency sirens.Amora stood pressed against the cold stone railing at the very top of the grand staircase. Her bare feet were cold against the floor, and her breath came in short, ragged gasps. Every instinct in her body screamed that she was in extreme danger. Down in her womb, the tiny, dormant heartbeat of her child suddenly woke up, fluttering with a frantic, terrified speed.Directly in front of her, Katherine stood in the shadows, blocking the only path back to the bedrooms. The sweet, innocent facade Katherine had worn for five years was completely gone. Her dark hair was disheveled, her black tactical jacket was covered in dust from the explo

VIP waiting room of the Silver Crescent Medical Center was completely quiet by two o'clock in the morning. The heavy, suffocating pressure of Duncan’s aura had finally cleared from the hallway, leaving only the cold, huming of the air conditioning. Duncan had been forced to leave for an emergency emergency meeting with the pack elders to address the borders. Katherine had gone with him, playing the role of the grieving, supportive partner perfectly.Remus stood alone by the vending machines, his mind spinning in circles. He hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours. His uniform was wrinkled, and his hands were stained with grease from checking the security servers.Something about the entire evening did not make sense.He walked back into the VIP waiting lounge to gather his tactical radio. As he reached for the small glass table, his foot brushed against a large, expensive leather handbag. It was Katherine's. She had left it behind in her hurried departure with Duncan. The heavy bag ha

Two weeks had passed since the night the Silver Crescent Medical Center burned, but inside the master study of the Alonso mansion, the fire had never truly gone out. The heavy room smelled of stale air, cold ash, and the bitter scent of a rotting pack bond.Duncan Alonso sat behind his massive desk, shrouded in complete darkness. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the morning sun. He hadn't shifted into his wolf form since the tragedy. He hadn't changed his dark gray shirt in four days.On the corner of the desk sat a silver tray containing a bowl of beef broth, sliced bread, and roasted vegetables. The food was completely cold, a thin layer of white grease hardening over the soup. It was the third meal today that Duncan had left untouched.His face was terrifyingly hollow. His high, aristocratic cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut, his jawline was covered in a thick, unkempt stubble, and his gray eyes, once sharp as steel, were completely dead. They were fixed

“It’s twins!”Susan moved with quick, practiced efficiency. She wiped the newborn baby girl with a warm, damp cloth, wrapping her tenderly in a soft pink fleece blanket. With a gentle smile breaking through her immense exhaustion, Susan walked back to the edge of the bed and carefully laid both infants into Amora’s waiting arms."You did it, Amora," Susan whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she brushed a stray, damp lock of hair from Amora’s forehead. "Look at them. They are a miracle."Amora lay propped up against the pillows, her body feeling completely weightless and drained of all physical strength. But the moment the two tiny bundles were pressed against her bare chest, every ounce of her lingering pain vanished into nothingness. A deep, fiercely protective warmth flooded her soul.She looked down at her children, her breath catching in her throat.The firstborn, her sweet boy, Zach, shifted slightly in his white blanket. He let out a tiny, soft grunt and slowly opened his

The winter snow had finally melted into the muddy, gray slushes of early spring, but the freezing atmosphere inside the Alonso mansion remained completely unchanged.A formal luncheon had been called in the grand dining hall. The long table was laden with silver platters of roasted meats, fresh bread, and expensive wines. All the high-ranking pack elders, including Elder Thomas, sat in their high-backed chairs, talking in low, serious voices about territorial taxes and the upcoming spring patrol schedules.At the head of the table sat Duncan Alonso.He looked slightly better than he had three months ago on his wedding day, but the changes were purely superficial. He was clean-shaven, and his dark hair was combed back, but his silver-grey eyes were still as cold and empty as a winter sky. He picked at his food with a silver fork, not tasting a single bite. He was present in body, but his mind was completely detached from the politics of his own empire.Beside him sat Katherine, looking