All Chapters of His Rejected Mate, His Contract Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The black car came to a halt at a particular place, It was the old Cortez cottage. The small, wooden house had once belonged to Amora’s late parents, a humble family of low-ranked Omegas. After they passed, the property had been abandoned, left to rot under the shadow of the massive trees. The paint was peeling like dead skin, the porch was sagging under the weight of wild ivy, and the front windows were covered in a thick layer of gray grime.Duncan stepped out of the car, the cool night air hitting his face. He felt a heavy, suffocating pressure in his chest. Just an hour ago, he had discovered the blood-stained ID of Dr. Kenneth. Now, his search for the truth had dragged him to the very place where Amora’s life had begun, and where her escape had truly started.Remus stepped out of the passenger side, holding a flashlight. His face was still pale from Duncan's earlier wrath in the study. "Alpha, the perimeter is clear. Nobody has touched this property in years. Why are we here?""

The grand conference table inside the Alonso Global Conglomerate headquarters was surrounded by twenty of the most powerful pack elders and corporate executives in the southern region. The air-conditioned room was dead silent.At the head of the table sat an empty leather high-back chair.Katherine Alonso sat three seats down, her manicured nails digging deep into the leather of her expensive designer purse. Her face was a flawless porcelain mask, but beneath her heavy foundation, her skin was pale with absolute terror."Where is the Supreme Alpha?" Elder Vance… Katherine’s father and the head of the pack council, demanded, his gravelly voice filled with irritation. "This is the third emergency mergers-and-acquisitions meeting he has missed this week. The quarterly financial reports need his physical signature, and the High Council is demanding an update on the northern border patrols.""My husband is handling an extremely delicate regional security matter, father," Katherine lied smoo

Amora stood frozen directly between the two towering men. The silence that followed Oscar’s sudden entrance was thick, heavy, and suffocating. Instantly, the sweet, comforting scent of the white lilies and mountain jasmine was violently suffocating.On one side stood Duncan Alonso, the Supreme Alpha of the South, slowly rising from his knees. On the other side stood Oscar Wayne, the dominant Mountain Natural Alpha, his broad shoulders squared and his eyes burning like hot amber.The mood between them crackled with a visible layer of static electricity. The sheer density of their conflicting spiritual pressures radiated outward in violent waves.PING. CRACK.On the beautifully set dinner table, the delicate crystal wine glasses suddenly developed deep, jagged fractures. A second later, the intense atmospheric pressure became too much to bear, and the glass vessels shattered completely, spraying tiny, sparkling shards across the white tablecloth and the pristine plates.Neither man blin

The deafening roar of the spiritual explosion died down, leaving nothing but a ringing, breathless silence in the place.Twenty feet away from the bakery door, Duncan groaned heavily, pushing himself up from the damp, hard ground. His expensive black designer shirt was torn to shreds, his skin was badly scraped, and his knuckles bled from his brutal fight with the Mountain Alpha .Beside him, Oscar Wayne was also dragging himself to his feet, coughing roughly as he wiped a thick line of dirt and dark blood from his jaw.Both powerful warriors were completely speechless. They weren't defeated by an invading army or a high-ranking rival pack; they had been thrown through the air like lightweight ragdolls by a pair of four-year-old toddlers.Duncan looked down the length of the dark alley. At the threshold of the open steel door of Amora’s Hearth, Amora was on her knees, her arms wrapped tightly around Zach and Heidi. She was trembling violently, desperately checking her children for inj

Inside the main living room, the atmosphere was incredibly tense. Amora sat on the edge of a large plaid sofa, her hands wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of chamomile tea that she hadn't touched. And Oscar stood near the roaring stone fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on the heavy wooden front door.The security alarms at the perimeter had chimes five minutes ago. Someone was standing at the outer gates. But there was no aggressive Alpha pressure shaking the walls. When Oscar opened the door, he didn't draw his weapon. He simply froze.Duncan Alonso walked up the stone steps of the porch. He looked like a man who had been dragged through hell. His silver-grey eyes were bloodshot and hollow, surrounded by dark shadows of pure exhaustion. He was still wearing the torn remnants of his shirt from the alleyway fight, and his hands were trembling slightly as he clutched a sleek, encrypted military laptop against his chest.He didn't stand tall like a king. Hi