Todos los capítulos de My Rogue Mate, My Captor: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 87

POV: IvyBy the time I got home on Friday, the building had gone quiet. I locked the door behind me and rested my back on the door for a moment. It had been a difficult week, and the approaching weekend promised no relief. I sat on the sofa and set my bag beside me as I pulled off my shoes.The shift had been endless. A silver-poisoning case that wouldn’t stabilize until after six, a young wolf with claw wounds that refused to close the way they should, and a pack elder who wanted to know, three times, whether I was sure the scarring would fade. For twelve hours, I had been calm and steady, even when exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me. All day, under every chart and every incision, a small stubborn awareness had hummed in the back of my mind.I knew what it was. I had known since I left the hospital.I took my shoes into the closet, changed into a loose shirt, and then crouched beside the closet. The safe was behind the winter coats where I had pushed it. I punched in the code. Th

POV: RonanI should have answered quickly. A man with nothing to hide would have. Instead I looked at the water and let the silence stretch until the fog had crept another foot up the pilings.“It wasn’t what you’re imagining,” I said.“Tell me what I’m imagining.”“Chains, a cellar. Perhaps something with blood in it.” I shook my head. “It was a good house. That was the worst of it.”She didn’t move. She had her arms folded loosely on the rail, her shoulders turned toward me, and she waited with the same patience I had seen her give a patient who couldn’t find the words to describe where it hurt. I had never been on the receiving end of that patience. It was harder to bear than interrogation.“The rooms were beautiful,” I said. “A bedroom with a window seat. A library someone had stocked with books I’d have chosen myself, which I only understood later meant they’d studied me. Meals at the hours I preferred. Clean clothes in my size. A garden I was allowed to walk in, as far as the he

POV: DamonThe Records Annex smelled the way it always did on Mondays: floor wax, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of the dehumidifiers that kept the damp out of the stacks. I had been coming here since I was seventeen. My father used to say a man could learn more about the Council from its filing cabinets than from any of its sessions, and for most of my life I had thought he was joking.I signed the visitor ledger, took the stairs to the second floor, and stopped at the index desk with REG-22-0714-3391 written on my palm with a ballpoint.The administrator on duty was a narrow, careful man named Hollis, who had worked this desk for as long as I could remember and treated every request as if it might be a trap. He pulled the number up on the index terminal without comment and turned the screen toward me.“Received and processed, July 2022,” he said. “Family endorsement, custodial. Accepted by the Registry.”“And the original submission?”He clicked, frowned, and clicked again.

POV: IvyHe didn't answer immediately. Then he looked toward the parking lot.“Not here. Get in the car.”“Ronan.”“I'll give you your answer. I'd rather give it where I don't have to share it.”I knew exactly what he was doing. I unlocked the car anyway. I took the driver's seat, he took the passenger's, and the door closing felt far too much like a decision.“You're a beautiful woman.” His mouth tilted. “So yes, Ivy. Even without the mate bond, you'd drive me crazy. I'd just have taken longer to admit it.”My chest ached. “Wow.”I'd spent the entire evening wondering whether he was falling for me the way I was falling for him. And all he could tell me was that I was beautiful. Was that really his answer?I was still deciding whether to tell him how disappointing that answer was when he leaned across the console. His gaze dropped to my mouth.I should have moved away. Instead, I caught his collar and pulled him closer.He made a low sound against my mouth that went straight through me