All Chapters of Married To My Enemy's Pack : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ryder took the first watch outside my door, exactly as Damian had promised, and by the third night of it, I had stopped feeling strange about finding him there each time I woke, a steady, quiet presence that made the house feel less like it was holding its breath around me."You don't have to keep doing this," I told him one morning, after I found him still awake despite the early hour, with an unread book opened mostly on his lap."I know." He said, closing the book, unbothered. "But I would rather be here than sleeping and wondering if I made the wrong choice."I sat down across from him, restless in a way I could not quite name. "Ryder, I need to go see Felix."Immediately, something careful crossed his expression. "Why now?""Because he promised me answers, the night his own pack turned on him," I said. "Weeks ago, he said he would tell me everything once we were somewhere safer than his own bedroom. So I let it go because there was always something else happening. And there isn't

The man did not return right away. So I lay there against the cold wall, testing the ropes at my wrists with slow, careful movements, and feeling the fibers cut deeper into my already raw, from struggling skin.Then, I heard voices drifting through a thin wall somewhere to my left, though it was low and indistinct at first, then it became clearer as I strained to listen."—She's more trouble than they said she'd be." A guard said. I still can't believe that she bit hard on my hand.""She's still just a girl, keep her calm, and this stays simple." Another responded."Simple enough for you, because you are not the one bleeding." The man said again.Then a third voice cut through, quieter, and colder than the other two, and something about its careful, measured tone made my whole body go still. "Enough, both of you. We are not paid to complain, we are paid to wait.""Wait for what?" the first voice pressed. "You said he would be here by now.""Well, he arrives when he wants to," the cold

Xavier's voice crackled through the radio just as Damian's team pulled up outside a fourth warehouse, the one that had never appeared on the original filing at all."I found it," Xavier said, breathless. "The shell company routed payments through a second name, and it has been buried three layers deep. And also, there is a fourth property, registered under a subsidiary nobody could have thought to check. It is two blocks from where you are right now.""Address," Damian demanded.Then Xavier rattled it off fast, while Ryder was already turning the car before he finished speaking, and the tires screeched against the wet pavement."How certain are you?" Damian asked, his knuckles white against the dashboard."Certain enough," Xavier responded. "One of Felix's contacts confirmed activity there over the last two days. Deliveries and Vehicles were coming and going at odd hours, as if the property was active for business."Then Kade's voice cut in over the radio, sharp with urgency. "We're t

For a long time, there was only sound, coming and going like waves that could not decide whether to reach the shore.Then, I kept on hearing a woman's voice, faintly coming sharp and steadily, calling for pressure, for more light, and for someone to hold still. Metal against metal.And I was also hearing my own name, being called over and over by different mouths, Kayla's voice cracking on it, Kade's voice gone rough and unfamiliar, and beneath all of it, one voice that never stopped, low and broken, repeating the same two words like a prayer he did not believe would be answered.Stay, please stay.Though I could not open my eyes. And neither could I find the strength to answer any of it, only a float somewhere just beneath the surface of my own body, aware of the pain in the distance, disconnected pieces, my shoulder, my wrists, and a deep ache along my ribs that flared white hot whenever someone shifted me.For once, I thought I felt a hand close around mine, carefully and desperate

After that day, the days slowly and carefully settled into a rhythm. It was built around naps that stole hours without warning and small victories that felt larger than they should have, like managing a full bowl of broth, sitting upright without the room tilting, and walking the short distance to the window on my own two feet without anyone's assistance.Also, Nora came by each morning with a tray to check on me and always stayed longer than it was strictly necessary, filling the silence with easy talk about nothing important, like the garden slowly recovering from the fire damage, a new litter of kittens one of the groundskeepers had found near the old stables.And somehow, I looked forward to her visits each morning more than I admitted out loud, grateful for a conversation that asked nothing of me beyond simply listening.Kade visited most afternoons, dragging a second chair close to the bed and talking enough for both of us, though I noticed he never mentioned the warehouse, neve