All Chapters of My Rogue Mate, My Captor: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: IvyRonan was already waiting outside the Draven estate when I arrived at nine. He wore a dark suit and tie, his black shoes polished to a shine.This had better be worth it.I stepped out of my car, and he walked toward me.“Thank you for coming.”“Accompanying you doesn’t change anything between us.”“I know.”He opened the passenger door for me, and I got in.Damon had called him earlier that morning. Helena Voss had finally agreed to meet with us.Ronan started the engine, and we drove through the iron gates.We barely spoke during the journey. He kept his attention on the road, and I made no effort to start a conversation.The less we said to each other, the easier this would be.Accompany him and nothing more.That was what I’d agreed to when he called that morning.The Eastern Border incident was my history as much as his. I’d been there. I’d seen

POV: Ivy The coffee shop Wren had chosen was tucked into a quiet corner of the Neutral Market. Warm lights hung above the tables, and rain trickled down the windows, blurring the movement of people outside. Wren was already seated when I arrived. Her red hair was tied back, and her piercing brown eyes followed me as I approached. Grayson had promised to join us later. “What have you got?” I asked, settling into the chair opposite her. Wren took a sip of coffee before opening the folder in front of her. “My father’s notes, copies of the March 2022 security-access records, and the medical dispatch authorization issued in July.” “Have you found a connection?” “I think so. But I wanted us to go through everything together.” I placed the newspaper clippings I'd brought on the table. “I found the Hunter Guild's public statement from July 2022.” “Good. Let's start with my father's notes.” She pushed the first document toward me. Gideon Calder had been investigating i

POV: IvyWren came to my home at my invitation. It was better, and perhaps safer, than the coffee shop meetings we’d been having.Wren tried Leah’s number again, hoping to cajole the woman into speaking, but the line disconnected. Unreachable.“Her phone is unreachable,” Wren said, dropping her own phone onto the laminate wood.“Back to where we started,” I replied, leaning against the wall with my arms tightly crossed. “Could it really be that bad?”Grayson sat at the dining table with his computer, pulling up search results. “We need to know who Leah Carver was before she went into hiding.”“Don’t we know? She’s a medical dispatch officer. The one who approved the false summons.”“People don’t just vaporize without a reason,” Wren agreed.“No,” Grayson said. He didn’t look up from his laptop, the blue light catching the sharp angles of his jaw. “Come and take a look at this.”Wren and I stood behind him.“Look at her digital footprint. I ran her contact info through the county regis

POV: IvyThe tarred road ended first. Grayson drove until the gravel thinned to two muddy ruts, then cut the engine leaving us in total silence.“This is it,” Wren said, folding the map into her lap. “Last known coordinates from Leah’s records. The cabin should be just past that ridge.”I nodded, but I wasn’t really listening. A strange unease had followed me since we left the city. I couldn’t explain it, and Elara had been unusually restless.What’s wrong? I asked her.I don’t know, she replied. But I don’t like this place.We left the car and climbed. Pine needles swallowed our footsteps, and the air smelled of cold sap and wet earth. Grayson took the lead, shoulders squared, one hand never far from his hip. Wren walked beside me, quiet and watchful, her eyes moving over the ground the way mine moved over a spreadsheet, looking for the number that didn’t belong.The cabin appeared at the top of the ridge, small and dark and leaning slightly, as if it were tired of holding itself up.

Content Warning: This episode contains explicit sexual content. 18+ readers only. POV: Ivy My phone was ringing before I’d even opened my eyes. “Happy birthday, Ivy.” Grayson’s voice was warm and rough with sleep. “Twenty-six. How does it feel?” “Like I’m still in bed.” I pressed my face into the pillow. “And like I have to be at work in an hour. On my birthday, Grayson. Who does that?” He laughed. “Doctors do that. Listen, when you’re done, drive straight to my place. No detours. We’re celebrating properly.” “Fine,” I said, and smiled in spite of myself. “Straight to you.” I should have remembered those words. Work was a blur of charts, call lights, and a patient who sang me a very off-key birthday song. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart jumped, and every time it was someone else. Colleagues. A cousin. My mother, twice. Nothing from Ronan. *He promised,* I thought. *He said he’d bring me a gift.* Elara paced restlessly inside me all day, tugging at the edges of