All Chapters of Contractually Yours, Alpha: Chapter 621 - Chapter 630

KADIA POV"You don’t have to keep watching me; it’s not like I’ll slip away if you look away for a bit," Julia said, her expression sharp with irritation.True, but I wasn’t planning on taking any chances, and this was all I was left to do—I might as well be thorough.“If I discover that this is a trick in any way, I’ll kill you in the most painful way imaginable.”“It’s not a trick. But it seems no matter how many times I tell you that, you won’t believe me.”“You’re right about that.”I watched as the hours passed by, keeping an eye on the window for any sign of them. Eventually, I gave up and stopped staring out the damn window.“He’ll be alright,” Julia said.“Easy for you to say—”A knock on the door cut me off. It was Austin.“The Alpha just arrived,” he informed me.And just like that, all the nerves I’d been feeling vanished.All I wanted to do was run into his arms, even if it meant abandoning Julia here alone for a short while.“You can go to him, you know, I won’t vanish in

*Anonymous Narrator POV*Marvin had seen a silver-haired girl taken into the warehouse. He knew the place was now considered off-limits—strictly restricted. Heavy chains bound the doors shut, but curiosity tugged at him. Why would they lock a woman away from the pack house? Was she really a threat… or was there something deeper, something they didn’t want anyone to know?Either way, he was going to find out tonight.He scanned the area for anyone approaching—there was no one. It was the middle of the night, and most of the pack members were asleep.He studied the locks. He was good with picking locks, but this one was even more complex.If he got caught in the process, he would be punished. Was his curiosity really worth the risk?He packed up his things and was about to walk away when he heard the sound. A song.The woman inside sang in the voice of an angel; it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. As she kept singing, something inside him shifted. He had to know who sh

KADIA’S POVTwo packs had been attacked by the flesh-eaters; only a few survivors escaped.The other packs were strengthening their security to avoid being caught off guard. Humans weren’t exempted; many had reportedly gone ‘missing.’ Though their government was doing its best to cover things up, it wouldn’t be long before they could no longer dismiss it as a ‘serial killer attack,’ the work of ‘kidnappers,’ or even ‘wild animal attacks.’We continued to receive a flood of messages from packs allied with us, requesting aid and weapons. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t help them all. The Nightshade Pack was under curfew—only patrollers and soldiers were allowed outside after nightfall. It was a necessary safety measure, even though the flesh-eaters still lingered to the south.I watched as Alexander opened an envelope and pulled out a letter.“What’s that?” I asked.“A letter requesting aid. What’s the pack’s financial situation?” he asked, and I pulled out the file.“It’s the

“What did I taste like?” Aliyah asked.“Different… better.” If that was even possible.“That’s because I still have her powers. Even if she’s locked away, she’s still in there.”“You feel her?” I asked.“I hear her. She never stops reminding me that my time is ticking.” Aliyah said.“I will make her pay for what she did to you,” I promised.“She will pay.”…In moments like this, we truly see the vanities of life. Wealth, power, titles—none of them hold any true value. What truly matters are the small, fleeting moments shared with the people you love. Those are the things that endure.Time, too, is a precious thing. It belongs to no one, and no one can stop it. Aliyah walked out of the bathroom.“This is the best bath I’ve had in a really, really long time.”“Would have been better with me in there.”“Maybe, but I’m sore, and we both know you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”“You’re right about that. Now take a seat.”“Why?”"Or stand, if you prefer," I said, watching her raise an

DAEMONAliya was in the same silk white nightgown she’d slept in. A soft breeze blew through her silver hair. She looked surreal, like an angel. “I have to do this.” She said, and I could see the determination in her eyes.“No, you don’t have to do this. I told you I would find a way…”“There is no other way.” she said, cutting me off. “This is the only way. I can end the war, and this is what I have to do to end it.”I’d remember those words in the dream I had. She’d told me how she could “end the war.”Those eyes stared at me like she could read exactly what I was thinking.“Do you love me enough to let me go?” she whispered—and that’s when it hit me: it was never a dream. “The undead would be gone if Solene died. The war would end if I took my life—with this dagger.”“Tell me one thing, Aliyah. If you were in my place, would you let me go?” I asked. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She didn’t answer, maybe because we both knew what that answer was. “Why in the hell do you think