All Chapters of BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1—Everything That Was Left.

Rebecca's POV "Rebecca! You think this house sweeps itself? Get up!" I was already awake. I had been lying on my folded wrapper on the storeroom floor for ten minutes, listening to the compound come alive. The tap. A pot on the stove. Mama Maria's slippers on the corridor tiles — quick this morning, which meant I needed to be standing before she reached the door. I got up immediately and ran out. I was seven years old. I had been living in Mama Maria's house for a little over a year, ever since my parents died in a road accident and nobody could think of anything else to do with me. She was my mother's cousin, or something like that. Nobody explained the details. They just put me in the back of a car and brought me here, and here was where I stayed. She had four children who ate at the table, while I ate standing at the counter when there was something left in the pot, and went to bed on water when there wasn't. On the morning I was eight, I spilled a full bucket of water across

Chapter 2—What Love Cost Me.

Rebecca's POV "Come, Rebecca. Come sit on my lap." I sat down on his lap, in-between his legs. He held me by the waist, then stared into my eyes. "Have I ever told you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" I blushed and shyly nodded my head. "I'm the luckiest man on earth," he continued. "Since you came into my life, I've been a happy man." Damon always had the right words. For three months, he was everything he seemed to be at that table. I remember the first time we were intimate, he looked at me like he was already home. He was the first man I had ever been with. I carried that truth like a small, fragile bird in my hands before him—unsure, a little afraid whether it was safe to trust him with my body. "You don't have to do it right if you don't want to. We can wait," he said. He was willing to be patient, and right there, I knew I wanted it to be him, so I allowed him. He moved as if my body had already told him everything in a language only he could hear. T

Chapter 3—The Last Fight.

Rebecca's POV I packed in the dark. I moved slowly, through the flat trying not to wake him. I took my mother's raffia bag. Two blouses. A change of clothes. The photograph. And from behind the loose tile in the bathroom, the reason I had gotten up at all — the envelope. Fourteen hundred dollars, saved in small amounts over eight months, skimmed from grocery change and whatever he had not bothered to count. I slipped the envelope into the bottom of the bag and zipped it closed. The flat was silent. I held my breath and listened. From the bedroom, I heard the steady rhythm of his breathing. He was fast asleep. I crept toward the front door, the bag pressed against my chest so it would not bump against the wall. My fingers found the handle. Cold metal. I turned it slowly, millimeter by millimeter — Click. The bolt slid back. I pulled the door open an inch. Cold air rushed in through the crack. I could see the corridor outside, the flickering hallway light, and the stairs down to

Chapter—The Road To Somewhere.

Rebecca's POV He was not what I expected. I had been bracing for someone like the men Damon sent — hard-eyed, impatient, looking through me. But Rowan stood at the door with a calm, measured presence, and when he saw my face with the swollen eye and the dried blood on my cheek, something moved in his expression. He looked at me the way you look at a person, not a package. "Rebecca?" "Yes." "I'm Rowan. I'll be taking you." He glanced at the bag on my shoulder. "Is that everything?" "Yes." He nodded and stepped back. I followed him to the car. Damon was not at home to see me off. He didn't care. I got into the back seat, closed the door and we pulled away. Damon's street disappeared behind us and felt nothing. Rowan drove quietly. After a while he spoke. "Are you in pain? Your face—" "I'm fine," I said. "There's a first aid kit under the seat." I said nothing. Instead, I looked out the window. "Have you eaten today?" he tried. "I'm fine," I said again. He did not push.

Chapter 5—The Weight Of The Crown.

Donald's POV Before Rebecca The council chamber was cold even in summer. Stone floors. High ceilings. Three windows that faced north, so the sun never reached the table where the elders sat. I had been coming to this room since I was twenty-two years old, called to account for decisions I had made, territories I had defended, and wolves I had lost. Today, they called me to account for something else. "We are not getting any younger, Alpha." Elder Magnus spoke first, as he always did. His voice was dry as old paper. "And neither are you." "I am thirty-four." "Exactly. Thirty-four. No Luna. No heir. No mate." He folded her hands on the table. "The pack watches. They whisper. They wonder if their Alpha is... complete." I kept my face still. "I am complete enough to have tripled our territory and doubled our treasury in six years." "Numbers are not children, Donald." Councilman Thalos leaned forward. He was the second in command of the elders, barely sixty, and he had never been a

Chapter 6—What The Moon Did.

Donald's POV The gates opened as the car was approaching them. The sentinels were in position. The territory smelled of pine and cold earth — everything exactly as it should be. Rowan met me at the entrance. His face was careful in a way I did not like. "Where is she?" "She at the east wing, on the second floor. She is quiet. Has not said much since she arrived." "Injuries?" "The swelling around her eye is significant. The cut on her cheek is recent like it happened within the last twenty-four hours. She cleaned it herself." "What else?" Rowan hesitated. That was unlike him. "She saw someone shift in the courtyard. A sentinel who did not realize she was watching. She... did not take it well." "She will adjust." "Alpha, she has never seen anything like this. She is terrified. The wolves, the gates, the way the trees moved when you crossed the boundary — she thought she was hallucinating. She asked me twice if she was dreaming." I said nothing for a moment. Then, "Where is sh

Chapter 7— Why am I in his bed?

Rebecca's POV A steady beating filled my ears until it felt like the world was shaped around it. For a moment, I thought it was my heart. It sounded very loud and close, like a drum being struck inside my head. "Is that my heart?" I wondered. "Why is it so loud?" I lifted my hand and pressed it against my chest, feeling for the rhythm beneath my palm. My heart was beating fast, and uneven, but it did not match the sound I was hearing. The noise did not stop. It kept beating steadily, unbothered by what was going on in my head. Confused, I let my hand fall away and forced my eyes open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. It was high, pale and smooth. Nothing like my room. Even though it was just as massive as the one I was given, mine was brighter. I was shocked and confused. Before panic could fully take hold, my hand brushed against something warm and solid beside me. I turned my head slowly, and saw Mr Smith lying down next to me. He was on his back, one arm stretched ab

Chapter 8— Bride On Display

Rebecca's POV Thank God Rowan appeared when he did because I honestly did not have an answer. If anything, the question should have been, 'Why was I in your bed, Mister,' not why I left. I stood there with my mouth slightly open, and my thoughts tangled when Rowan stepped into the doorway with an urgent and tight expression. "Alpha, the elders are here," Rowan said quietly. Mr Smith stiffened. I saw the immediate change in him, and I knew something was wrong. But what? "What are they doing here?" He asked. "And who invited them? I am not expecting any of them. You know my present situation. They should not see me like this."His eyes moved to me for a brief second, and then he turned away and leaned closer to Rowan. They spoke in hushed tones, their voices so low that I could not catch the words, but the tension between them was clear. I stood there feeling very small and very out of place. Who are the elders? I asked myself, and what did they want?Whoever they were, it was cle

Chapter 9— Bride On Display 2

Rebecca's POV He stared at me for a moment, then spoke in a voice that cut deeper than he probably intended. "Is that difficult for you? Have you not done it a thousand times in front of other men?" The words landed like an insult. Heat rushed to my face, then drained away, leaving something cold behind. He did not know my story. He did not know how hard I had fought to survive before Damon found me. Still, the life I lived before Damon was far better than this. I was proud of my independence. Men like Mr Smith never understood. They never will. He must've seen the change in my demeanor because his expression shifted slightly. "I am sorry," he said coldly. "I told you to stay close to me at all times. Even now, I can't leave. I will turn my back for you to dress." He turned away. I nodded, though he could not see it, and quickly changed into the dress. The silk slid over my skin smoothly, like water. It was beautiful. When I was done, I alerted him, and he turned back

Chapter 10 — Stay Close To Me At All Times.

Donald’s POV“Elder Magnus,” I said in a calm and controlled voice, trying to deliberately shift his attention away from Rebecca. His sharp gaze lingered on her far too long. If he found out even a fraction of her past, it would not only destroy her, it would stain my authority. A weak Luna meant a weak Alpha in the eyes of the pack. I would not allow that. “I do not think my bride’s background is something you should concern yourself with. Rebecca comes from a respectable family.”I wrapped my hand around her waist deliberately and pulled her closer until her body pressed firmly against mine. The message was clear. I wanted to show possessiveness. She startled slightly but recovered quickly, lifting her chin as I looked down at her. I smiled. She smiled back, a little unsure but convincing enough for anyone watching.To them, we looked united and in love. But inside me, chaos brewed.My heart beat too fast, reacting to her nearness, her warmth, and the way her scent curled into my se

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