Todos os capítulos de The Trapped Heiress: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

She could feel it, the weight of eyes on them: the nurses at the station, a doctor with a clipboard frozen mid-step, and Talon standing very still with his gaze fixed carefully on the ceiling. A cluster of visitors had stopped at the end of the hall. Someone's phone was lifted; Noah didn't notice any of it. He held her as if there were no one else in the world, his face pressed into her hair, his breath uneven against her ear."Alpha Noah Knight," she thought, dazed, holding his wife in a hospital corridor in front of the entire staff, begging her forgiveness.She had never seen him lose control like this in front of anyone, not once in three years.Her emotions shifted, quietly and all at once, the way ice gives way beneath a foot. The barrier she had built in the car that said, "I will let him go," cracked right down the middle. Warmth flooded through her heart, the scent of him, cedar and rain, and the hospital soap. The steady thump of his heart, the faint shake in his arms that n

"Laurel. I am so glad you are here; I was worried about you." She tilted her head, and her voice dropped. "You must be so tired; I hope you slept well last night, after everything. Even you were manhandled by those awful men, weren't you? I felt terrible for you that you were all alone.""Noah has been so wonderful to me," she went on, turning her shining eyes towards him. "He took such good care of me, Laurel. All night, he never left, he didn't sleep a wink, and he was so worried. I told him to go home and rest, but he wouldn't listen. "She laughed, soft and fond. "He was so generous with his time; I don't think I have ever been so grateful for having such a wonderful and caring friend."The room went very quiet.Noah's jaw tightened. He opened his mouth to say something, but Laurel's fingers squeezed his, just once, and he stopped.She hadn't moved; she stood at the foot of the bed with her hand in her husband's. When she spoke, her voice was cool and calm and perfectly pleasant, a

"Alpha Hamilton."Laurel's voice was quiet; it didn't need to be loud for her to make a point.She stepped forward, and something about the way she moved made the room turn toward her. Her back was straight, and her chin was lifted. She, for the first time in all of the four years she had been Noah Knight's wife, looked exactly like the Luna of the Knight pack."My husband," she said, "has been guarding this ward since the moment Miss Hamilton was admitted. He has not slept; he has not eaten. He has been sitting in a plastic chair in the corridor all night, with no rest at all." She glanced at Noah, and then back at the old Alpha. "I came to the hospital this morning for exactly one purpose, to take him home."Alpha Hamilton's mouth opened."Miss Hamilton is out of danger; the doctors have confirmed it. " Laurel's voice remained perfectly calm. "Her father is with her, so Noah's work, as far as caring for her goes, is done.""Now see here…""But please don't worry." She smiled, and it

In the front seat, Noah's head tipped slowly against the headrest; his eyes had fallen shut. The tension that had held his body upright for the whole night was finally draining out of him, within minutes, his breathing evened out, and a faint crease of exhaustion cut between his brows.Laurel looked at the back of his head for a long moment, then she looked away.It was mid-morning by the time the car turned through the gates of the Knight estate.The villa glowed pale gold in the sun, and a faint sweetness still hung in the air.Talon bowed at the door. "Alpha, Luna, if you will excuse me, I will take your leave to attend to the company matters.""Go," said Noah, rubbing his eyes. "And Talon, thank you for everything. Take some time off after you are done with what I have told you and rest."Talon hesitated, then bowed deeper. "Of course, Alpha."He left. Lula stayed; she had murmured to Laurel, as the car pulled in, "I need a few words with you, dear, nothing that can't wait until a

"Yes." Lula's lips pressed together. Then, quite softly, almost under her breath, she added, "Aughhh… I will have to meet that idiot Abbott, of all the people in the world."It was barely a whisper.But Laurel heard it.And despite everything, the fear, the spell, the weight of everything she had just learned, she felt something unexpected tug at the corner of her mouth. Because she had been watching Lula's face when she said it, and the old woman's cheeks had gone pink.Not faintly, but visibly, rosy at the tips of her ears.Is she… Laurel stared. Is Aunt Lula blushing?"Aunt," she said carefully. "Are you talking about my father-in-law?"Lula jerked upright."What?" She blinked. "Of course I am; I just said so." Her hand fluttered to her scarf, straightened it, and smoothed an invisible crease from her shawl. "Alpha Abbott, your husband's father, I am speaking of Alpha Abbott, because we must ask him about the past, and only then can we reach the crux of the matter.""Of course," La