Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Chapter 121

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MATTHEW

“Of course. Mrs. Patterson will gather his things from his classroom. And Mr. Morrison? I’m very sorry this happened. We take the safety of our students extremely seriously. This should never have gotten past our security protocols.”

“How did she get onto school grounds?” I asked.

“She signed in at the main office during recess, claiming she needed to speak with Mrs. Patterson about a former student–she implied she was a teacher from another school district. Our front desk staff didn’t have reason to question it.” Principal Davis looked genuinely distressed. “We’ll be implementing new protocols immediately. This won’t happen again.”

While Mrs. Patterson went to collect Theo’s belongings, I crouched down to my son’s eye level.

“Theo, I need you to tell me everything Aunty Mia said. Every word you remember. Can you do that?”

He nodded and walked me through the conversation–Mia’s apology, the photo, the invitation to the coffee shop, the way her grip had gotten too tight when he’d tried to pull away.

“She said she’d be waiting at the coffee shop if I changed my mind,” Theo finished. “But Daddy, I didn’t want to go. Even though I want more pictures of Mama, something felt wrong about going with her.”

“Your instincts were right,” I said. “Theo, I need you to promise me something. If Aunty Mia approaches you again–anywhere, anytime—you run away immediately and find an adult you trust. Don’t talk to her, don’t take anything from her, just nu. Can you promise me that?”

“I promise.” His eyes were wide and serious. “Daddy, why did Aunty Mia want me to go with her? What was she going to do?”

I didn’t have an answer to that. Didn’t want to voice the dark possibilities circling in my mind.

“I don’t know, buddy. But we’re going to make sure she doesn’t get the chance to try again.”

I drove Theo home with my phone on speaker, calling Marcus to arrange emergency security measures.

“I need guards on the house immediately,” I said without preamble. “And someone watching Theo at all times when he’s not

with me.”

“What happened?”

I explained while Theo sat quietly in the backseat, listening to me turn his scary experience into actionable security protocols.

“Mia approached him at school. Tried to convince him to leave with her. The school’s handling it on their end, but Marcus, I need to know she can’t get near him again.”

“Understood. I’ll have a detail in place within the hour.” Marcus paused. “Matthew, this is kidnapping behavior. Have you considered contacting the police?”

I had. But I’d also considered the complications.

Mia was technically pack. Under pack law, I had authority to handle internal disputes before involving human law enforcement. And pressing charges would mean investigations, court appearances, media attention–all of which would be traumatic for Theo.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’m hoping the school ban and visible security will be enough to deter her. But Marcus, if she tries anything else–anything at all–we’re going to the police immediately. No hesitation.”

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“Agreed. I’ll also put out word through the pack that Mia is to have zero contact with you or Theo. Anyone who facilitates that contact answers to me personally.”

“Thank you.”

I ended the call and glanced at Theo in the rearview mirror. He was looking out the window, his stuffed wolf clutched in one hand, the photo of Bianca in the other.

“Can we call Dr. Fisher when we get home?” he asked quietly. “I think I need to talk to her about this.”

Pride and heartbreak warred in my chest. My four–year–old son, recognizing his own need for therapeutic support and asking for it directly.

“Absolutely. We’ll call her the minute we get home.”

Dr. Fisher made time for an emergency session despite her full schedule. Theo sat in my home office with the laptop, and I gave them privacy while I paced in the kitchen, trying to calm down enough to think clearly.

Mia had crossed a line today. But why? What had driven her to take such a desperate, foolish risk?

The threatening messages she’d been receiving. The vandalism. The isolation.

Something was pushing her to increasingly dangerous behavior. Something beyond just wanting Matthew or missing the life she’d thought she’d have.

I pulled out my phone and called someone I’d been avoiding for weeks–Dr. Grace Martinez, my own therapist.

She answered on the third ring. “Matthew. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today. Is everything alright?”

“No. Mia approached Theo at school today. Tried to convince him to leave with her.”

A pause. “Is Theo safe?”

“Yes. He’s home. He called me immediately and I got him out of there. But Dr. Martinez, Mia is escalating. And I don’t understand why.”

“Tell me what’s been happening with her since you returned from BloodMoon City.”

I filled her in–the apartment, the pack’s hostility, the mysterious threatening messages Mia had mentioned before I’d left.

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