Todos los capítulos de His Rejected Mate, His Greatest Regret : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I barely slept that night because Peter’s warning kept returning to my mind. The woman with the black stone had not been an insignificant detail, especially after the way Lyra’s fingers had instinctively moved toward the bracelet hidden beneath her sleeve when I mentioned it. She had recovered quickly, but I had already learned that the smallest reactions could reveal more than carefully rehearsed words. By dawn, I had made up my mind. I needed to find out where Peter had been taken and more importantly, who had helped make his disappearance possible. I left my room quietly and headed toward the western barracks, hoping to question the guard who had been stationed outside Peter’s cell. I had barely reached the staircase when I heard footsteps approaching behind me. “Samantha, wait.” I turned and found Damon walking toward me. He was already dressed for the morning, although his dark hair was slightly disheveled, and the faint crease between his brows suggested that he had not sle

I had barely reached the end of the corridor when I heard Lyra’s voice behind me. “You are making things difficult for him.”I stopped and turned around and Lyra stood alone in the corridor now, watching me with that carefully composed expression she wore whenever she wanted to appear concerned. “For whom?” I asked.“For Damon,” she replied, taking a few slow steps toward me.I folded my arms across my chest. “Why does that concern you?”She stopped several feet away. “Because he has enough enemies without fighting with his own wife.”I studied her face. “You seem remarkably concerned about my husband’s problems.”Her eyes flickered briefly before she composed herself. “I have known Damon for a long time.”“So have I,” I replied.Lyra’s expression softened. “Then you should know that he is not going to become the man you want simply because you demand it.”“I have stopped asking him to become anything.”She gave me a faint smile. “That is not what I heard.”My instincts immediately sh

By sunset, I was still thinking about Tomas’s statement. Silas had left Silvercrest two months ago, long before Peter disappeared and before anyone realized there was a connection between the suspicious shipments and the women whose names appeared beside them. If Silas had truly traveled north with a woman wearing a black-stone bracelet, then Amara’s name could no longer be dismissed as an innocent coincidence.I found Gabriel waiting outside the eastern archive the following morning, and the moment he saw me approaching, he straightened. He had a folder tucked beneath his arm, and the guarded expression on his face told me that whatever he had discovered was not something he wanted discussed in the corridor.“Tell me you found something useful,” I said as I followed him into the empty records room.Gabriel shut the door behind us and placed the folder on the table. “I found something more useful than I expected.”I opened it and found copies of old shipping documents spread across th

Her words hung between us, forcing me to consider the possibility that she was right. If Silas had truly taken my mother’s records north and Elias Thorn was waiting for them, then every moment we wasted gave the people hunting us another opportunity to erase the evidence. I lowered my dagger slightly, but I kept my eyes fixed on Amara. Whatever this bargain was going to cost me, I had a feeling I had no choice but to hear her terms.“What exactly are you offering?” I asked.“Everything I know about Silas, the northern network, and the people carrying the black stones.”I remained silent, weighing the bargain.“And one more thing,” she added.“What?”“The location of the place where your mother met Elias Thorn.”My breath caught. “You know where my mother met him?”“I know where she went.”The revelation sent a strange chill through me. I had spent so long believing my mother’s final days were nothing more than a closed chapter, yet every new piece of evidence seemed to reveal another

There were names scattered throughout the next few pages, including merchants, council members, and officials. Some had been crossed out, while others had been circled repeatedly. Then I saw one name that made my stomach tighten, Silas Vane.I looked at Gabriel. “He was already involved.”“Years before Peter disappeared,” Gabriel replied.I turned another page and found several entries referring to private deliveries. The same wording appeared repeatedly: private transfer, council authorization, emergency allocation. Yet there was nothing indicating where the supplies actually went. “Look at this,” I said, pointing toward the bottom of the page.Gabriel bent over the ledger and examined the figures. “There are missing quantities.”“How much?” I asked.He counted the figures carefully, and his expression changed. “Enough to keep Silvercrest supplied for months.”I stared at him, the realization settling heavily in my chest. “So while the pack was struggling, someone was taking its food