All Chapters of Scumbag Contract Husband, My Regretful Mate is Back : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The man quickly pounced on her and offered a fatal punch to her stomach, making her gasp for air as she fell on the cold hard ground."Arghhh!" she screamed in pain as he quickly dragged her hair "I'm going to have fun watching you die, little Alpha," the man whispered into her ear.She felt as though her heart was about to come out through her mouth. They had caught her, and the only thing she could do was to fight back or die.The man's grip on her hair tightened as he forcefully jerked her up, and at that moment his face came into view. She scratched his face hard with her nails, making his grip on her hair loosen, then she sunk her teeth in his arm and he pulled back in pain."You little bi...." The moment he let go of her hair, she took advantage and ran without looking back. She ran like the wind deeper into the forest, as fast as her legs could carry.After hours of endless running and panting she sat under an undergrowth gasping for breath, she had managed to get away. "Wha

The air around the lower quarters was so cold that it made Hazel shiver.That man called her a stray. What hurt most was the helplessness she felt, she had struggled so hard to survive these past few days, yet here she was locked up and being called a rogue.Her hands curled into tight fists as she calmly pressed her forehead to her knees 'What now? What should I do? How do I escape?'***In the great halls of the mansion, Ryland moved with the assurance of a man who owned the world. Well, in a way he did.He had money and power, what else was missing?At his side, his beautiful fiancée Serena walked with him, her hand resting perfectly on his arm."You seem a little bit distracted, my love," Serena softly spoke loud enough for him to hear.Ryland looked at her sharp features with an expression that gave out nothing as he picked up a glass of wine. "Hmm, I was just thinking.""About the girl?" she asked, her voice laced with an undeniable trace of jealousy. "I saw... I saw how you look

He traced the scent to this room, the room where the rogue was kept, he was shocked at first, but something uncontrollable pushed him to go in. The creaking door groaned open and shattered the smothering quiet of the lower quarters into a million pieces. Stirring from her fitful slumber, her body stretched taut with exhaustion, her brain clouded with fear. The footsteps in the space echoed deliberately and slowly; a predator closing in on his target.Her heart quickened with his looming presence. She huddled in a ball, clasping her knees tight to her chest, her chains clanking at the grim reminder of her very vulnerability. She didn't need to look up and was surrounded by his scent: cedar and dark spice that spoke volumes through the air as her wolf stirred in both alarm and unwilling fascination.Ryland stood there, his emerald eyes glowing in the dim light as they locked on her. His face was impassive, unreadable, yet behind his stoic façade, there was a flicker of something almost

The room was silent except for the muffled sobs that racked her body. He had rejected her.The thought seared through her like wildfire, he had rejected her while claiming her body. Her wolf howled mournfully as she had now seen the big picture, the bond was a cruel joke.She continued to cry until the door opened once again. The steps that approached her were heavy and cold. A chill swept over her making her writhe into a little ball on the bed as she heard the sound of a metal clink softly. The metal on her hand had been taken off."Get up," he said gruffly.She jerked as the rough voice did not belong to Ryland it belonged to someone else.When she didn't hasten, strong arms hauled her upright. "Ahh" She exclaimed in protest, the abused flesh voicing complaint of the rough handling. The blindfold was stripped from her eyes and her brown misty hazel orbs blinked into the dimness."What's happening?" she weakly askedThe guard sniffed at her, undoubted malice in his sneer. "The Al

Hazel’s eyes fluttered open as she stirred awake, her lashes brushing against something, an obstacle. She forced her eyes to focus, but the world around her was enveloped by a thick darkness. She could see nothing. She tried to move her body, but her joints cried in protest, and moving each of her limbs was a struggle.She attempted to lift her legs too, but her limbs were heavy, like lead, its weight dragging her down. Her body ached in various places, and she was sure that the burning sensation she was feeling on her skin was from the bruises she had had to endure. She tried once again to lift her hands and only realized then that they were bound behind her back. Panic rose inside of her, fear gripping her chest as she pulled against the restraints.But, the sharp clinking sound of non bulging metal graces her ears. It was too tight, too secure. The coldness of the dungeon seeped into her bones as she realized that her legs too were held with thick iron chains to restrict her moveme