Todos os capítulos de The Rogue And His Scarred Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

AdaliaI was still in my room, sitting quietly on the bed, when a knock sounded on the door.“Come in.”The door opened, and a woman stepped inside.She appeared to be in her fifties, with a neat appearance and a posture that immediately caught my attention. Her dark hair was pulled back carefully, she wore a simple black dress, and she carried a large shopping bag in one hand.I sat up straighter as she walked toward me.“Good afternoon,” she said. Her voice was polite, but there wasn't much warmth in it. “My name is Agatha. I'm the housekeeper of this house.”“Oh.”So this was the housekeeper.“I was supposed to resume work this morning, but I had some family issues that needed to be handled. Thankfully, everything has been resolved, which is why I only resumed this afternoon.” She adjusted her grip on the shopping bag. “I was also informed that you would be staying here for the meantime. Apparently, you're a guest of Sir Caleb and Sir Ronan.”The way she said it made me feel strang

Ronan“The merchant is expected to arrive at the Central Capital by tomorrow evening. According to the information Zachary managed to obtain, he’ll be bringing in a new batch of unidentified serums.”Caleb's voice broke the silence in the room.My eyes remained fixed on the documents spread across the table.Several sheets of paper contained names, locations, shipment details, and whatever scraps of information our source had managed to gather. None of it was enough to satisfy me.My frown deepened as I picked up one of the documents. “Who exactly is this merchant?”Caleb leaned back in his chair and sighed, then reached for one of the papers.“That’s the problem. We don't know much about him.”“So, you're telling me we're preparing to intercept a large shipment of unidentified serums, yet we don't even know who we're dealing with?”“The merchant has been operating through several intermediaries. Most of the transactions connected to him have been done through the black market, and wh

RonanMy body reacted before my mind could catch up.Claws slid from my fingertips as I straightened, every muscle tightening at once. The air inside the container had changed.Caleb caught it too.He quickly moved back until his back pressed against mine, leaving us standing shoulder to shoulder, our attention sweeping across the container.No wonder.Everything about this merchant, the shipment, and the ridiculous amount of secrecy surrounding the entire trade had felt wrong from the beginning.“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice cutting through the silence. “Show your face right now!”I could hear boots approaching from outside. Then the container door opened, and several Beta elite guards stormed inside with their weapons raised.Their eyes locked onto Caleb and me.My claws remained extended as I shifted slightly, preparing for whatever came next. Caleb's stance hardened beside me, his hands already positioned for a fight.Then the guards parted, and a familiar figure stepped thr

MayaCRASH!The violent sound of something breaking outside my café made my hand freeze over the ledger.A second later, a shrill cry tore through the air.“Please! Stop! Please, you can't do that!”Enika.The ledger I had been reviewing was forgotten as I pushed my chair back and rose from behind my desk. Another crash followed, louder than the first, accompanied by the sound of something heavy being dragged across the pavement.What the hell was going on?The café had been unusually quiet this afternoon. We had a handful of customers inside, and Enika had been handling the tables outside while I worked through the accounts in my office.Nothing had seemed out of place when I'd gone into the office less than twenty minutes ago.I stepped out of my office and moved quickly through the café. A few customers looked toward the windows, their faces filled with curiosity and concern.“What's happening?” one of them asked.My pace quickened as I reached the front door.The moment I stepped

AdaliaThe smell of soup reached me before I even reached the kitchen. When I stepped inside, I found Agatha standing beside the stove, stirring a large pot.She must have sensed me because she suddenly stopped. The spoon came out of the pot, and she placed it on the counter before quickly putting the lid over the soup.Then she turned around.“Good evening, Ms. Adalia.”There it was again… That tight, professional smile that never quite reached her eyes.“Good evening, Agatha.”She waited. “Is there anything you need me to do for you?”“No. I just came to see what you were making for dinner.”“Chicken soup with vegetables.”I glanced at the covered pot. “That smells really good.”“Thank you.”There was an awkward silence between us.Agatha looked like she was waiting for me to say something else, while I stood there trying to figure out why speaking to her always felt so stiff.“Can I help you with dinner?”Her answer came almost immediately.“No, that's quite all right. There's rea