All Chapters of Scumbag Contract Husband, My Regretful Mate is Back : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Why can’t I stop thinking about her? Ryland muttered with a frown as frustration built in his chest. He was seated in a dimly lit room with his gaze fixed on the window where the moonlight barely touched the edges of the curtains. The room felt too quiet. His mind, however, was anything but calm.Hazel was the only thing on his mind. Hazel—The rogue he had pushed away, the woman he had discarded. Yet, every night, her scent haunted him. Every waking moment, her face, her eyes, lingered in his thoughts, pulling at him. He hated it. He hated how his wolf, Kael, growled restlessly, aching to be close to her. She’s a freakin’ rogue, he reminded himself, but it didn’t help. It did not make the ache go away.“You are still thinking about her, aren’t you?”Serena’s voice snapped him out of his trance. He turned to see her standing by the door. Her arms were crossed over her chest and the anger was clear in her posture.There was a frown on her face as she eyed him. Ryland said nothin

He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand over his face. “This isn’t working.” Her jaw clenched. “This isn’t working?” she repeated mockingly. “You were just all over me a second ago!” Ryland turned to face her, “I was trying.” Serena folded her arms, the lace of her lingerie doing little to hide her irritation. “Trying? Trying what, exactly?” He didn’t respond. He just buttoned his pants, as he avoided her gaze. Serena’s eyes narrowed. “It’s about her, isn't it?” Ryland stiffened, and his hands paused at his belt. “I already warned you to stop talking about her.”Serena let out a short, humorless laugh. “And what will you do? Kill me and bury my body so no one ever finds out what you did? I am your chosen mate, Ryland! But you can’t even make love to me because you’re too busy fantasizing about some pathetic rogue.” Ryland’s jaw ticked. “Watch your mouth, Serena.” “Or what?” She stepped closer as her blue eyes flashed with anger. “You’ll choke me again? Go a

It had been three weeks since Hazel had been dragged into this place, and though the walls weren’t made of iron bars, it felt just the same—a prison. Rodrigo’s presence loomed over everything, even when he wasn’t in sight.Hazel had learned the truth about him through whispers among the maids—an Alpha, feared and respected, known for his ruthlessness. Yet, despite the terror that surrounded his name, he had been… absent. Not once had he demanded anything from her. And that? That worried her the most about him. Every night, she was reminded of the ache in her chest and how it never truly left.She missed her parents so much it was a physical pain. It was low like an emptiness that nothing could fill. Some nights, she curled up in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if her mother’s embrace had just been a dream.Would she even recognize their voices if she heard them again?She hated this feeling of loneliness and helplessness. But she wasn’t completely alone because with time, she

A short while later, Rodrigo looked up at Hazel again. She seemed to be focused on eating the food before her and actually enjoying it. Without knowing, his fork noisily dropped to the plate, making a fluttering noise. Hazel jerked her head upwards and shot him a glance. “Oh, no,” he muttered and swallowed hard. He blinked as he realized that Hazel was now looking at him. Her golden-brown eyes were locked onto his. There was a mix of curiosity and suspicion in her looks as she eyed him.Damn it! He cursed under his breath. He hadn’t realized how intensely he had been staring—how deep he had fallen into his own thoughts.She had caught him—again. He felt a blush rise in his cheeks as he picked a piece of napkin and dapped it at his lips to distract himself from Hazel. “I know this is none of my business, but...are you okay?” Hazel asked with a small voice, breaking the silence in the room. Wait...what? Did she just speak to him twice in a row without being spoken to first? A s

Rodrigo strode down the hall toward his bedroom, his Beta, Thorne, tagging close behind like a cat chasing a mouse. A wicked laugh broke past his lips as he brushed his chestnut hair back.“At last, fresh pawns for my games. It won't be boring,” cursed Rodrigo, his eyes wickedly gleaming.No sooner had he entered the chamber than he picked out his neatly bought black suit from the closet, slipping it over his head and adjusting his cufflinks. His signature scent spread through the air as he reapplied the cologne. He felt very fulfilled and satisfied with his appearance, then he smiled very wickedly.“Get the driver ready,” he ordered Thorne, adjusting his black silk tie.Thorne nodded, slipping down the hall, leaving Rodrigo lost in thought. As Rodrigo stepped out of the chamber, he saw Eleanor walking close. She stopped still, bowing her head as a sign of respect.“Eleanor,” ordered Rodrigo smoothly, his voice subtly tinged with authority. "See that she’s well. And if anything as litt