All Chapters of Scumbag Contract Husband, My Regretful Mate is Back : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

In another grand estate which was hidden behind thick iron gates, Ryland stood in one of his torture chambers, the cold, wet air thick with the smell of blood and hot coal. The dim light flickered, its deformed shadows rising across the shattered concrete walls.There were some men hanging upside down, wrists securely bound with silver chains, breathing short, and sharp shallow breaths. Their stifled groans filled the room.“So...” Ryland drew out the word, moving slowly, his shiny black shoes clicking out a staccato beat on the stone floor. He stopped to regard them, his dark eyes flashing with something a great deal more dangerous than rage. “What have you done with Hazel?” His voice was unnervingly even.One of the men shook with fear, trying to answer, his parched, rasping voice. “W-we did exactly, exactly as you ordered, Alpha,” he stammered, desiring only to deflect what he sensed was coming.“Yes, Alpha,” another barely repeated, blood trickling down his temple, he wasn't sure

It had been two weeks now since Rodrigo got over with the three informants from Ryland's company, and he had been lazily sitting around, observing Hazel's movements, or was she the one observing him? The quiet morning hours had grown into a routine of silent glances, and lingering thoughts. It was now 7:00 AM, and the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows as Rodrigo eagerly anticipated seeing Hazel’s lips move while eating with him. They had been maintaining their usual eating routine, with him staring at her, and her gobbling down all the food she could, as if each bite was an act of defiance against the confines of their daily existence.He walked hastily towards her room, and stepped in without a knock on the door. Something he had never done before.He observed Hazel's dainty figure, his eyes darting through her body.“How soundly she sleeps,” he mumbled to himself. Then he quietly sat on the bed, next to sleeping Hazel. His heart was skipping fast as he admired her be

Ryland returned to his mansion, giving no space for any thoughts aside from Hazel.He walked across the rooms with a determined mind, and even the silence of the mansion seemed to bend to his will.“Are you sure that tag belongs to slave traders?” He asked Caleb who was sitting on the sofa, his fingers busy on his keypad.“I am sure, Alpha,” Caleb retorted, his voice steady.“Alright, any news from them?” Ryland asked, clenching his jaw, and his muscles twitched under his skin as his voice cut through the air.“Not yet, Alpha. Let me check on them.”The tension in the room was so strong as Caleb's fingers swayed over the keypad, and the light which came from the screen revealed the seriousness in his furrowed brow. Every second that passed deepened the worry in Ryland's eyes, his jaw tightened with each question clawing at his mind yet to be answered. He curled his hands into fists at his sides as he silently cursed the delay.Caleb put the call on speaker, it rang twice before the re

Two days after their meeting, Ryland met with the detective. His chest was twisted with anger over the slow progress in finding Hazel. "How far?" he asked, his hand running over his hair as he took a seat."Any news?" Ryland asked, trying to ignore the growing impatience of Kael. His wolf had grown more aggressive each passing day and it was becoming difficult to keep him under control. They both wanted Hazel back, and they wanted her back now.The officer opened his folder, pulling out a file. "It depends on what you call it," he said with a grin as he let out a puff of smoke.Ryland narrowed his eyes as he collected the file from him. He scanned through it—a list of names, and important information. He looked back at the detective, a question in his eyes. The detective stared, pleased with himself. "These are names of prominent trafficking lords; men we think might be involved in Hazel's disappearance."Ryland felt a great wave of relief wash over him. Finally, a breakthrough. The

The sunlight slowly made its way past the thick curtains, waking Hazel up. She turned to check the time, her mouth making way for a yawn. But it was cut short as she remembered Rodrigo's lips almost touching hers. She sat up straight, feeling her face grow hot.Memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She recalled how awkward it was when she turned away to avoid the kiss. Rodrigo had apologized, and she had forced a weird smile onto her face.Despite the mixed feelings, Hazel was all warm and fuzzy inside, remembering how the almighty Rodrigo had respected her words and did not attempt to push further. She giggled to herself, but stopped when she heard someone approaching her door. A knock came and she lifted the blanket off her body, walking towards the door. "Who is it?" Hazel asked, her hands about to make contact with the door knob. But the door was pushed from the other side and Rodrigo walked in. Hazel stepped back as she recalled what almost happened between them."Goo