All Chapters of MY FATED MATE NOW CALLS ME AUNTIE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Laura’s POV From Ryan. The name written across the back of the parchment felt like a hot iron pressed straight against my palm. I backed away from the heavy oak door, my chest heaving so hard I could hear the harsh sound of my own breath filling the quiet room. My thumb dug beneath the dark red wax seal, snapping it open with frantic, trembling fingers. My hand shook so violently the paper rustled loudly as I unfolded it. My eyes raced across the short, jagged lines of Ryan's handwriting. "Laura, my father made me leave you. He commanded me to strip you of everything and put you on that auction block to get rid of you, and I couldn't disobey him. But do not think Alpha Ryder is your savior. He's playing you. Ask him why your mother's name is in his pack records and what really happened to Moonblood before you let him use you."I stared at the letter, a half-bitter laugh tearing from my throat. Unbelievable. Absolute, utter cowardice. Ryan hadn't sent this out of love. He di

Laura’s POV "Care to explain why you have a secret message from Silvercrest hiding against your skin?" Ryder's voice didn't rise, but the sudden drop in his tone made the room feel ice-cold. He held the crumpled parchment between two heavy fingers, his eyes locked onto mine like a weapon. "I…. I can explain," I stammered, taking a quick step backward until my lower back hit the edge of his desk. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I could barely catch my breath. "It's not what you think, Ryder. I swear it's not.""It's a note from Ryan," Ryder said flatly, unfolding the paper with a slow, agonizing quietness. "The same man who dragged you onto an auction block. The same pack that treated you like garbage. And you're carrying his words around inside your dress.""I hate him!" I yelled, the words spilling out of me in a desperate rush. "I hate him with everything in me. I didn't keep it because I care about Ryan.""Then why?" Ryder snapped, stepping into my space until his

Laura’s POV My fingers stay locked around his hands, feeling the rigid tension vibrating through his entire frame. The moment I held him, his muscles went as solid as iron under my touch. He stared down at where my small, scraped fingers wrapped around his skin, his breath hitching just enough for me to notice before his eyes snapped back to mine. "Let go, Laura," Ryder rumbled, his voice low, tight, and laced with quiet warning. "No," I panted, my lungs still burning from the two hours of continuous fighting. I looked straight into his dark eyes, refusing to break contact. "You're hiding." "I'm not hiding anything." "You are," I said, my chest heaving as I forced myself to stand taller, still clinging to his hands. "You act like you hate me, but your hands are shaking right now." Ryder's jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked sharply in his cheek. He didn't pull away. "I am not shaking," he growled quietly. "You're angry that someone got to me," I whispered, stepping half an in

Laura’s POVA sickening crunch echoed through the stormy night as Ryder's massive, shadow-black wolf slammed the captor into the mud. His razor-sharp jaws snapped shut around the man's throat before he could even squeeze out a scream. Blood sprayed across the wet leaves, mixing with the pouring rain. The two remaining men shrieked, scrambling backward in sheer terror as the gigantic beast let out a low, earth-shaking growl that vibrated straight through my chest.I sat there in the mud, my hands finally breaking free of the loosened rope, my heart thumping wildly against my ribs. I couldn't hold back the breathless, ragged laugh that bubbled up in my throat. I had told them. I had warned them.Slowly, right before my eyes, the colossal form shifted back. His werewolf form shifted back, his bones snapping and muscles realigning with terrifying, fluid speed until Ryder stood tall in the downpour. He was unbothered by the freezing rain, his scar-covered chest heaving with murderous adren

Laura’s POV The wet towel stopped dead against my skin. Ryder's hand locked around my raw wrist, his thumb resting directly over my racing pulse point, burning hot, unyielding, and heavy enough to keep me anchored right where I sat on his heavy oak bench. He didn't look up immediately. He just stared at the angry, inflamed rope burns circling my skin, his chest heaving with a slow, dangerous rhythm that filled the quiet bedroom. "I don't give speeches for an audience, Laura," he rasped, his dark voice dropping as low. It felt like a physical weight settling over my chest. Slowly, he tilted his head up. Those lethal gray eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made the air in my lungs evaporate instantly. The firelight flickered across the hard planes of his jaw, highlighting the fresh smell of rain and mud still drying against his cheek. "When I mark a boundary," he added, his thumb rubbing a slow hypnotic cycle over my pulse, "I mean every single word that leaves my mouth."