Todos los capítulos de Too Human for My Mate, Perfect for the Rival Alpha: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"Is that really how little our two years of marriage meant to you, Grayson?" I demanded, my hands clenching into tight fists against my thighs as the heavy scent of silver-oak leaves swept over the courtyard.I stood just inside the threshold of the pack citadel's upper wing, watching Grayson Ashbourne adjust his collar. His massive, dark-furred wolf instincts usually made him hyper-aware of his surroundings, but right now, his gold-flecked eyes only held a cold, dismissive distance. The golden glow of the wall lamps hit his harsh jawline, illuminating the stark contrast between us—he, the powerful Alpha heir of the Ashbourne territory, and me, the untamed, scentless human female he had kept locked away in his shadow.Across the room, Evelyn Wren leaned against the velvet headboard, wrapped loosely in a fur-lined robe. Her delicate, pale shoulders were on full display, her soft scent of sweet night-blooming jasmine filling the space that used to belong to me."Don't start this tonight

"Get your hands off my arm, High Alpha," I growled, my pulse hammering against my ribs as the thick scent of rain-soaked earth, dark cedar, and heavy male dominance rolled over me.I am pressed flush against the marble basin inside the private corridor of the Black Fang Lodge. Declan Hawthorne stands towering over me, his broad-shouldered, six-foot-four frame cutting off every possible escape route. He does not flinch. He does not retreat. He simply stands there, an unyielding wall of dominant wolf energy that makes my human senses hyper-aware of just how easily he could snap me in two.He holds a lit cigar between two fingers of his free hand, letting the dark smoke curl upward into the warm air. With his other hand, his broad, calloused palm remains locked around my forearm. The heat radiating off his skin burns through the thin fabric of my sleeve, sending a violent wave of heat straight to my core."Why are you so terrified of me, Rowan?" Declan’s low, gravelly voice vibrates deep

"You b*stard! Why are you still standing here?!" Eleanor Ashbourne’s shrill, angry voice echoed through the cold stone corridor of the Hawthorne Pack Dominion Hall, her knuckles white as she gripped her carved silver cane. "Hurry up and get rid of that woman! You will never be able to afford a scentless human mate like her, even if she signs a binding scroll and becomes part of the Hawthorne bloodline!"Declan Hawthorne stood towering over the elderly pack matriarch, his dark, pitch-black eyes entirely unbothered by her fury."Whether or not I can afford to keep her is my business, Old Madam," Declan growled softly, his deep voice carrying the heavy weight of his High Alpha aura. "I need the ancient treasury funds released from the Swiss neutral vaults. You just need to make sure the High Council authorizes the transfer by Sunday."Eleanor’s chest heaved as she clutched her silken collar, gasping in outrage. "You... you ruthless animal!" She pointed a trembling, ringed finger directly

The moment those rogue shift workers turned their yellow, glowing eyes toward me, I knew I had walked straight into a trap. Four massive, half-shifted male wolves broke from the crowd, their heavy paws thumping against the dirt as they surged forward and cut off my only escape route back to my car. Panic slammed into my chest like a physical weight, making my lungs ache as I backed up right into another wall of muscle.Before I could turn, a rough hand shoved Piper forward. She stumbled against me, her body trembling so violently I could feel her rapid, shallow heartbeat through her thin tunic."Miss Everly!" Piper sobbed, burying her face into my shoulder as her small frame shook with terrified gasps. "I was so scared... they were talking about... about breaking our bones..."She was just an unshifted human pup, barely out of the academy, completely defenseless against rogue pack enforcers. I swallowed the bitter metallic taste of fear coating my tongue, wrapping one arm tightly arou

"You stole our confidential pack trade agreements and handed them straight to High Alpha Declan Hawthorne, didn't you, Rowan?" Grayson Ashbourne's voice slammed through the High Council Hall like an enraged beast's roar, his golden Alpha eyes flashing with lethal fury.I stood frozen beside the marble conference table, my plus-size frame trembling inside my oversized jacket. My hand instinctively touched the thick white bandage wrapped around my head. The raw, open cut beneath it throbbed violently, a brutal reminder of the rogue shift workers who had dragged me into a gravel pit at Silver Creek just twelve hours ago."Look at me when I speak to you!" Grayson growled, stepping into my personal space. The overwhelming pressure of his Alpha aura slammed against my chest, making my human lungs burn for oxygen."I didn't steal anything, Grayson," I rasped, my throat raw from hours of screaming for help in that dark cellar. "I went into your Alpha Command Chamber on Monday to find you. Tha