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“Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, Ava. Not ever.”
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Contract Marriage To The Alpha King “Don’t mistake my patience for weakness. Don’t ever confuse my control for softness.."
Damian's POV I released her jaw slowly, my fingers lingering for a fraction of a second, before standing. I circled around the vast mahogany desk like a panther, movements fluid and silent. My Italian leather shoes clicked sharply on the polished marble as I came to stand directly behind her chair, a looming, omnipresent shadow. I leaned down, my lips almost at her ear, my voice a dark, chilling whisper now, a private vow of destruction. “Don’t mistake my patience for weakness. Don’t ever confuse my control for softness. If you let another man near you—if you betray me for even a second, in thought or deed—I will not simply hurt you. I will not simply kill him. I will make you watch while I carve him open, strip him of everything, and break every bone in his body, one by agonizing one, before your pretty eyes. I will ensure his screams are the last thing you hear, the last memory you carry. And then, when you beg me for mercy, when you are broken and weeping, I’ll decide whether
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King “I will kill you both. Slowly. Brutally. And you will wish you had never been born.”
Damian’s POV The raw, metallic tang of blood still clung to my skin, an iron-rich scent that mixed unsettlingly with the faint, sophisticated cologne I’d applied this morning. It was a potent, visceral reminder of the unleashed beast within, a testament to the brief, violent rupture in my meticulously cultivated control. My right hand, a dull throb beneath the freshly applied bandage, pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored the lingering echoes of the confrontation. Ava had wrapped it—too tight at first, her fingers trembling visibly, then hesitating, pulling back, only to continue with a focused determination as she tried to make it right. Her hands had shaken, yes, but she hadn’t run. She had stayed. That was… unexpected. Truly unexpected. A variable I hadn't accounted for in my calculations. I sat in my high-backed leather chair, the polished mahogany desk between us now marred with faint, iridescent smudges of crimson, glistening subtly in the sharp morning light. The scattered pap
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, Ava. Not ever.”
Ava's POV I grabbed his arm then, desperate, my fingers digging into the hard, unyielding muscle of his bicep, tugging hard, pulling with all my strength. “Damian! Enough! You’re going to kill him!” His head whipped toward me, his eyes wild and dark—a wolf caught mid-hunt, pulled from its kill. For a terrifying second, I thought he would turn on me too, that his rage would encompass me in its blind fury. His gaze, primal and unseeing, swept over my face. But then, his breathing slowed, just slightly, a ragged, shuddering gasp, his broad chest heaving. The fire in his eyes dimmed by a fraction, replaced by something cold, calculating, as though he was slowly returning to himself from a dark place. James slumped to the floor, a broken, whimpering heap, barely conscious, blood dripping steadily down his face, forming a small, macabre pool on the marble as he groaned, a sound of profound pain and defeat. Damian finally released him, shoving him aside with a raw disgust, as if he w
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King He slammed him into the edge of his massive, heavy desk this time, the sharp corner digging cruelly into James’s back, eliciting another grunt of pain.
Ava’s POV The morning at the office started with silence—the kind that stretched thin and brittle, making the very air feel heavy and suffocating, vibrating with an unspoken tension. It was the calm before a storm, a stillness so profound it hummed with menace. Damian walked ahead of me, a dark, formidable presence, like a storm barely contained within the perfectly tailored confines of his suit. His jaw was set so hard it looked like the bone might crack under the immense pressure, his profile a chiseled mask of barely restrained fury. I trailed behind him, a few steps back, my heels clicking softly on the polished marble floor of the executive level, the sound unnaturally loud in the hushed corridor. My eyes were fixed on the intricate patterns of the tiles, pretending not to feel the pervasive weight of everyone’s stares, the quick, averted glances, the palpable fear that preceded his every entrance. The hushed whispers died as we passed, replaced by an almost reverent silenc
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King You just need to understand. You just need to obey.
Ava's POV “Yes, you do.” His voice was absolute, dismissive of my pathetic attempt at denial. He knew. He always knew. His fingers tightened on my knee, just enough to make me acutely aware of how easily he could hurt me if he chose, how fragile my bone felt beneath his grip. It wasn't painful, but the implied threat was agonizing. “I see it in your eyes, Ava,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower, becoming a conspiratorial whisper that stole the air from my lungs. “That little spark. That flicker of defiance. That pathetic fantasy you cling to—that if you behave just right, say the right words, smile at the right times, pretend to be the perfect little wife… eventually you’ll be free. Eventually, you’ll escape me.” I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat, my heart hammering against my ribs, a trapped drum. He saw through me, through every defense, every carefully constructed wall. He was dissecting my every hope, crushing it under his heel. He leaned even cl
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King The Drive: A Cage of Velvet and Steel
Ava’s POV The heavy door of the luxury car shut behind me with a dull, resonant thunk, the sound sealing me inside the suffocating silence of the cabin. It wasn't truly silent, of course; the muffled hum of the engine, the distant whisper of city traffic, and the frantic drum of my own heartbeat filled the space. But in here, everything felt muted, oppressed. The cool, supple leather seats provided no comfort, only a stark reminder of the opulence of my gilded cage. The faint, masculine scent of cedar and Damian's specific cologne clung to every surface, saturating the air, an invisible, inescapable declaration of his pervasive presence. It was his space, his scent, his dominion. I slid as far toward the tinted window as possible, pressing my shoulder against the cool glass, desperate for any sliver of personal space. My hands were clasped tightly in my lap, knuckles white, fingers intertwined so fiercely that they ached, a futile attempt to steady the tremor that ran through
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