Todos os capítulos de My Rogue Mate, My Captor: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

POV: IvyThe chamber didn’t stop shouting for ten minutes.The law didn’t care about the life I had built. It only cared about the bond.“Twenty-four hours,” the arbiter said finally, his gavel resting on the table. “Dr. MacKenzie, you have twenty-four hours to relocate to Draven territory.”“Absolutely not.” Grayson was on his feet. “This is barbaric. You can’t just—”“The claim has been invoked, Mr. Vale. The law is unambiguous.”“Then change the law.”“That is not within my authority.”I heard the words like they were coming from very far away. Twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours to pack my life into a suitcase and hand myself over to the man who’d spent four years haunting my nightmares.“Wait.” My voice cut through the noise. “I need to understand something.”The arbiter turned to me. “Of course.”“What exactly does this claim give him?” I stepped forward, my hands steady even th

POV: Ivy A woman arrived on my third day at the Draven Estate. I was in the library when I heard the car pull up—a black sedan, sleeker than anything in Ronan's usual convoy. It stopped at the front entrance. I watched from the window as Aiden went out to meet it, his posture shifting into something more formal than I'd seen him use with anyone but Ronan. She was tall. Older than me—mid-thirties, maybe—with dark hair pulled back in a severe knot and the kind of sharp, assessing gaze that made you feel like you were being cataloged. She wore a gray suit, no jewelry, no adornment. Nothing to signal rank or pack affiliation. She carried herself like someone accustomed to being listened to. I immediately wanted to know who she was. I heard Ronan's footsteps in the hallway before I saw him. He passed the library without looking in, heading for the front door, and I watched from my position by the shelves. She shook his hand, then pulled him into a brief embrace and kissed both his c

POV: RonanTomas found me in the study at dawn.I hadn’t slept. The bond had been restless all night—pulling at me, pressing against my ribs like a second heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. I could feel her through the bond from the other wing of the house. She was awake and angry.I’d learned to ignore it.But I was learning badly.“Mr. Draven.”I looked up. Tomas stood in the doorway, a folder in his hand. His expression was careful—the kind of careful that meant bad news.“What’s it this time?”He closed the door behind him before he spoke.“The weapon used outside the MacKenzie residence,” he said. “We recovered fragments from the wound. Silver, obviously. But it wasn’t standard silver.”I straightened. “Explain.”“It had been treated.” He opened the folder and set a photograph on my desk—a microscope slide, the metallic fragments glowing faintly under magnification. “There’s a compound bonded to the silver. It was designed to su

POV: IvyThe moment I got back to the estate, I went straight to Ronan's study, the photograph clutched in my hand and my heart hammering against my ribs.Before I could knock, the door swung open.Ronan stood before me as though he'd known I was coming to see him.“What happened?”I crossed the room and dropped the photograph on his desk.“Someone left this on my windshield wiper.”He picked it up and studied it. His expression didn't change visibly but I felt something shift through the bond. A cold pulse. A spike of something sharp and terrible.“Where did you get this?”“I told you. On my car windshield wiper. In the hospital parking lot.” I wrapped my arms around myself. "It was inside a white envelope.”Ronan stared at the photograph.“Where was this taken?”“The Eastern Border. July 2022.” I watched his face. “You don't remember it.”“No.”“It's you in the photograph.”“I know.” His voice was flat. “I don't remember.”He set the photograph down and pressed his fingers to his te

POV: Ivy Wren Calder lived forty minutes outside Thornwood, at the end of a gravel road that wound through woods so dense the afternoon light barely reached the ground. The house was small—weathered wood, a sagging porch, curtains drawn against the world. It looked like a place someone went to disappear. I parked where she’d told me to, killed the engine, and sat for a moment with my hands on the wheel. No Council security. No Draven men. Just you. I had honored it. The officer Ronan had assigned to the hospital was back at the estate—I’d told him I was taking a personal day, and technically, I hadn’t lied. Ronan had given me Tomas’s number and told me to call if anything felt wrong. He knew where I was going and expected to hear from me before dark. The porch steps creaked under my weight. The door opened before I could knock. Wren Calder was younger than I’d expected—late twenties, maybe, with sharp, watchful eyes that matched the guarded voice I’d heard on the phone. She wor