Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Curvy Mate : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"The man in the gray suit has a name," Adrian said, dropping into the chair across from Draven without being invited. "Callum Reyes.""I know his face." Draven's expression didn't shift. "I stopped him outside her building myself, three nights ago. What I didn't have was a name.""Now you do. Works exclusively for Voss Capital. No paper trail worth mentioning, which usually means Malachi's has gone out of his way to keep him invisible.""Where is he now?""Left Ethan Reeves' house forty minutes ago. Our man lost him three blocks later." Adrian's jaw tightened, the closest he came to admitting a failure out loud. "He's good. Better than a debt collector should be.""He's not a debt collector.""No," Adrian agreed. "He's a wolf."Draven's expression hardened. "I already know.""You caught his scent?""The moment I stopped him outside Scarlett's building." Draven's jaw tightened. "He knew exactly what I was too. That's why he called me Alpha."Adrian nodded. "Our tracker confirmed it. Wo

"All rise."The judge took the bench. Scarlett's lawyer leaned close."Remember, we're not proving who forged it today. We just need to show the court there's enough evidence that you didn't sign it.""I know.""Voss Capital's counsel just walked in."Scarlett turned. A woman in a gray blazer strode down the aisle, briefcase in hand. Not Callum. Not the man from the settlement meeting. Someone new.The hearing opened fast. Voss Capital's attorney argued the signature was authentic, called a handwriting expert who spent several minutes discussing loop consistency and pressure points, and sat down looking entirely too satisfied with herself.Scarlett's lawyer stood."Your Honor, my client's original signature exists on a document dated eighteen months before this alleged agreement. That original was stored in a private filing cabinet in her former marital home. We intend to show that whoever forged this signature had physical access to that document, not simply a talent for handwriting

Draven pulled her back from the window so hard her shoulder hit his chest. "He can see us." "Let him look." Draven didn't so much as glance at the glass again. His eyes stayed on the exposed wall, the wrecked drawers, the single photograph still pinned where the intruder had left it. "He wants you rattled. I'm not going to hand him that for free by standing where he can watch it happen." Scarlett pulled free of his grip, breathing hard, staring at the photograph of herself through her own kitchen window. "This isn't a warning anymore, Draven. This is someone standing outside my house taking pictures of me while I make coffee." "I know exactly what it is." His voice didn't rise or crack. It was flat and certain, leaving no room for panic to live in it. "And it changes nothing about what I already intend to do about him." "Then tell me. Not vague instructions. Not stay safe. Tell me exactly what you're going to do." "I'm going to find out who printed that photograph." He said

Draven didn’t speak during the drive back. The image of Reyes disappearing into the shadows stayed fixed in his mind, along with the four words he’d left behind. *Ask what happened in 1987.* He hated unanswered questions. They gave enemies room to control the conversation, and he’d just handed Malachi an entire evening of it.Adrian sat beside him, watching the road, quiet in a way that told Draven he was waiting.“You’re thinking about your father,” Adrian finally said.“I’m thinking about 1987.”“That isn’t what I said.”“No. It isn’t.”Adrian let the silence settle. Draven didn’t fill it. He’d spent years refusing to dig into that part of his family’s history. His father had mentioned the year once, long ago, and the conversation had ended almost as quickly as it started. Draven had been younger then—old enough to understand that whatever happened had changed something, but not old enough to understand what. Now Malachi had deliberately dragged the year into the war, and that chang

Six names. Two crossed out. Scarlett had photographed the list before Draven left, and she wasn't waiting for his permission to start pulling on it herself.She started with the first name, working through property records and old news archives with the same patient method she'd picked up during her divorce. Nothing useful for an hour. Public records, mostly dead ends, names too common to isolate without more to go on. Then, buried in a county property database, a single match. The name appeared as a former tenant on a parcel of land registered decades ago to the original Ashcroft Holdings.Scarlett's pulse quickened. She clicked through to the deed history, scanning names and dates. Then the page refreshed itself without her touching anything.She sat back, staring at the blank loading screen. Refreshed it again. The record was gone, replaced by a generic error page claiming the document had been removed for review.She tried a different name from the list. Same result. The database