Todos os capítulos de My Rogue Mate, My Captor: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I stared at the bracelet. Silver, worn thin in places. A single dark stone set in a plain band. The clasp was still slightly bent from when my mother caught it on a door latch at nineteen and never bothered having it fixed. I turned it over in my palm. There. On the inner curve of the band, half-hidden by decades of wear: the family markings. Three small characters etched by hand, the third one faded almost to nothing. I'd traced those markings a thousand times as a child, sitting on my mother's lap, asking her what they meant. She'd never told me. She'd only said they'd been in our family longer than anyone could remember. There was no possibility of mistake. This was my mother's bracelet. The original. The one I'd lost four years ago in the dark, when a rogue Alpha's hand closed around my wrist. I closed my fist around it and looked up. “How did you survive?” Ronan didn't flinch. He sat with his hands loose on his knees, watching me the way you watch a dog you're no

POV: Ivy Ronan turned and walked away, anger written into every stiff line of his body. Good. Let him be angry. I had a life. He could take his mate bond and go back to Draven territory. There hadn't been anonymous threats or photographs of my bedroom window before he came to Thornwood acting like he owned the place. “Give me the keys. I'm driving,” Grayson said. For once, I had nothing clever to say. I handed him the keys, slid into the passenger seat, and clicked my seat belt into place. His jaw tightened as he checked the mirrors and pulled out. “That was Ronan Draven, wasn't it?” My stomach tightened. “You've never met him?” “No. I've seen the Council photographs. He looks different in person.” “How?” Grayson's mouth tightened. “More dangerous.” I looked away. “So what was that about?” “I don't know.” I widened my eyes at him, giving him the innocent look that usually worked on him. The air conditioner hummed as we pulled onto the main road. Grayso

POV: IvyThe first time I noticed him, I was stuck at the red light on Kingsroad and Fourth, watching the city bleed into dusk through my windshield.Tuesdays were always brutal at the Medical Center. Consultations piled up, emergencies came through the glass doors one after another, and sometimes I wondered if the universe had something against Tuesdays.He was three cars back.A silver sedan with tinted windows.I wouldn't have thought twice about it, except I'd noticed the same silver sedan six blocks back. And I'd seen it before that too.My fingers tightened on the steering wheel.Coincidence, I told myself. People drove the same routes. It was rush hour. Everyone was going in the same direction.The light turned green.I accelerated, watching the sedan follow at an even pace. Not too close. Not too far.Professional distance.I turned left.He turned left.My pulse kicked up a notch.I'd learned to trust that feeling after the Eastern Border. Mostly the hard way. The kind of les

Content Warning: This episode contains explicit sexual content. 18+ readers only.POV: IvyBy the time we got to my place, it was dark and I was exhausted.The drive home was long and silent. We were both lost in our own thoughts. No wedding talk. None of the random things we would normally argue or laugh about.I wasn't trying to fill the void either. I got into the shower and let the hot water run over me. After I was done, I saw Grayson undressing to shower. Okay, that was a first. He always loved bathing with me. I shrugged when his back was turned to me. Not my circus, not my monkeys.I went to the kitchen and reheated the rice and spaghetti I'd left in the refrigerator that morning. I threw the chicken drumsticks into the air fryer and served two plates.Grayson walked into the dining room with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, looking far more relaxed than he had on the drive home."Couldn't wait for me?"I was holding a drumstick with both hands and biting into it w

POV: GraysonThe sound came at 2:47 AM.I woke instantly. Years of patrol duty had trained that into me. One moment asleep, the next fully alert, my hand already reaching for the weapon in the nightstand drawer.A door. Outside. Not the front—the side. The garage.Ivy.I reached for her side of the bed.Empty.The sheets were cold. She'd been gone long enough that whatever warmth she'd left behind had already faded.I sat up slowly, my heart rate climbing. After the man who'd followed her earlier, the silver sedan, and the way she'd tested him through half the city, I hadn't slept properly.Maybe she couldn't sleep and she went to get some water in the kitchen.But the garage?I pulled on jeans and a shirt, moving quietly. The house was dark, silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of wind through the trees. I made my way toward the side door, every instinct screaming threat, threat, threat—And then I heard voices.Ivy's voice.And Ronan's.I stopped.