Todos os capítulos de My Rogue Mate, My Captor: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

POV: RonanThe photographs were spread across my desk.The vehicle. The knife. Copies of Gideon Calder’s notes, open to the page where he’d recorded the medical deployment.I’d been staring at them for hours, waiting for some fragment, a thread my memory might finally let me pull.It came at three in the morning.A sensation first. Metal beneath my back, cold and ridged, vibrating with the hum of an engine. The smell of diesel and something sharper underneath, like antiseptic. My wrists bound. My body refusing to heal.Silver burning inside the wound.I sat up straight in my chair, my heart pounding.Keep him alive.The voice again. The same one I’d heard before—unplaceable, neither male nor female, stripped of anything that might identify it.Route Three is clear.I went very still.Route Three.I reached for the copies of Gideon’s notebook and flipped through the pages. There was an entry from three days after the Eastern Border incident.Route 3 authorized for priority transport. R

POV: Ronan By morning, the estate looked like a fortress. I’d doubled the patrol rotation. Tripled it, actually—two-man teams sweeping the perimeter every twenty minutes, overlapping sectors so no gap lasted longer than ninety seconds. I’d ordered motion sensors installed along the eastern fence line, thermal cameras mounted at every corner of the main house, and a full review of every entry point on the property. And I’d restricted Ivy’s movement to the main building and the immediate grounds. She found out at breakfast. “You can’t be serious.” “I’m perfectly serious.” I didn’t look up from the security briefing Tomas had compiled overnight. “Until we know how he got in, you stay inside the protected zone. No hospital. No off-site errands. No exceptions.” She set her coffee down with a click that echoed through the dining room. “We negotiated this. The hospital. My patients. My life.” “That was before someone breached my perimeter and put a knife in one of my men.”

Content Warning: This episode contains explicit sexual content. 18+ readers only.POV: IvyI kissed him again before he could say anything else. I didn't want words. I didn't want promises or explanations or any of the careful negotiation that had defined every interaction we'd had since he came back. I wanted his hands on my skin and his mouth on my throat and the kind of obliteration that left no room for thinking.He gave it to me.The desk was cold against my back. Papers scattered. A lamp crashed to the floor. I didn't care. His hands were everywhere—my hair, my hips, the tie of my robe—and Elara was howling in satisfaction, and I couldn't tell anymore where the bond ended and I began.“You're sure,” he said. Not a question.As he lined himself against the wetness in between my legs and then he pushed deeper. My fingers dug into his back as I held him close. The feeling was overwhelming. “Is this what you came for?

POV: Ivy Elowyn arrived the next morning. She sat across from me in the library, reading my notes in silence, her expression unreadable. When she finished, she set them down and looked at me with something that might have been approval. “You found it.” “You pointed me toward the section,” I said. “I read the rest.” “The punitive-purpose clause.” She nodded slowly. “Rarely cited. Almost never successfully. But it exists.” “Can I use it?” “You can file.” She leaned back. “The text says solely for punitive purposes, or with deliberate intent to cause harm. The Council reads that narrowly. Ronan has documented evidence of a genuine threat: the surveillance, the attack outside your house, the breach last week. If he can show he believed you were in danger, his mixed motives won't void it.” “But he admitted—” “He admitted wanting revenge. That's not the sa

POV: Ivy The Council chamber was fuller than it had been for the previous hearing. Word of my request for an extraordinary review had spread, and the packs were watching. Grayson was there. He sat in the back row, his expression carefully neutral, his hands folded in his lap. He knew I was planning something but not what. I’d told him only that I needed him to trust me and that whatever happened, it wasn’t about us ending. He hadn’t said anything, but he’d come anyway. Ronan sat across from me, flanked by his counsel. He looked more tired than I had ever seen him, and I wondered if he’d slept at all since the last hearing. The arbiter called the session to order. “Dr. MacKenzie. You requested this review. Please state your purpose.” I stood. “I’m here to address the terms of the provisional claim.” The arbiter nodded. “Proceed.” I took a breath and turned to face Ronan directly. “Mr. Draven. Mark me.” The room went silent. Not the careful silence of a formal hear