Все главы Contract Love With Alpha: Глава 61 - Глава 70

Milana’s POVThe steady thrum of my heart filled my ears, louder and more insistent with every passing second. It wasn’t fear that caused the noise—it was fury, raw and unfiltered, bubbling beneath the surface. The sight of Magnus and Riana standing only a few steps away sent waves of anger crashing through me, stirring something dark and vengeful that I had buried deep within myself.My chest tightened as my nails bit into the flesh of my palms, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I wanted to storm across the room, to let every ounce of the rage I carried erupt. This moment, this confrontation had been years in the making, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away.For so long, I had pictured this scene in my mind. I had imagined myself standing tall, unyielding, staring into the eyes of the people who had tried to break me. I had dreamed of seeing their expressions—first confusion, then fear, and finally regret—as they realised that the weak, helpless girl they had discarded was

Milana’s POVThe room seemed to shrink, the air growing heavier as Magnus’s voice cut through the thick tension. “You and I are mates, Milana,” he said, his tone steady yet laced with a desperation he failed to mask. His words were meant to hold power, to compel me to acknowledge the bond he claimed we shared. “You know it. You feel it—the pull, the connection. It’s undeniable.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips, sharp and cutting before I could stop it. I tilted my head, allowing the sound to echo before locking eyes with him. “Oh, Magnus,” I said softly, almost mockingly. “Is that what you’ve convinced yourself of? That I’d come running back to you like some lost little lamb? You think that pathetic excuse for a ‘pull’ is enough to erase everything you’ve done?”My laughter faded, leaving a cold, deliberate silence in its wake. “The only thing undeniable here,” I continued, my voice dripping with disdain, “is your arrogance. And how quickly it will be your downfall.”Magnus flinched, b

Milana’s POVThe weight of Alpha Rick’s shocked silence hung heavy in the air, his towering figure momentarily robbed of its imposing presence. His lips parted slightly, the usual authority in his demeanor faltering as he asked, almost tentatively, “You’ve regained your power?”I nodded slowly, savoring the disbelief etched into his features. “Yes,” I replied, my voice calm but firm. “I have. And I’m grateful for it—grateful that you and your pack, in all your cruelty, almost killed me. Because of what you did, I was forced to grow stronger. I was forced to find my true self. And in doing so, I found him—my soulmate.”At my words, I could see the flicker of anger darken Alpha Rick’s eyes. It was subtle but unmistakable, the kind of fury from losing control of something he thought he could manipulate. His jaw tightened as he stepped forward, his towering frame radiating tension.“You’re angry,” I noted, tilting my head, my tone laced with mock curiosity. “Why? Is it because your plan f

Maximus’ POVThe rage in my chest boiled over as I slammed the door to my office shut, the sound echoing like a thunderclap. My aura pulsed, dark and oppressive, wrapping around the room like an unforgiving storm. The air felt heavy, charged with my fury, and I couldn’t suppress the growl rumbling deep in my throat. My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the roar in my mind.All I could see was their faces—Magnus and Riana, smug and manipulative, thinking they could use her, thinking they could win. My wolf snarled inside me, restless and bloodthirsty. It would have been so easy to end them both. A snap of my jaws, a swipe of my claws, and they’d be nothing but a bad memory.The door creaked open, and I snapped my head toward it, my eyes glowing with unchecked power. Rowan stepped in, his movements cautious, like a man walking a tightrope over a pit of fire.“Max,” he started, his voice steady but tinged with wariness. “You need to calm

Milana’s POVThe hallway felt colder than before, and my pulse quickened as Riana’s hand shot toward me. Reflexively, I grabbed her wrist mid-air, stopping her intended slap just inches from my face. The contact made her freeze, her widened eyes betraying the briefest flicker of fear before her expression hardened again.I smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile—it was one that carried years of suppressed anger and frustration. “Did you really think,” I began, my grip tightening around her wrist, “that I’d let you get away with that?”Riana gasped sharply, the sound cutting through the quiet hallway like a knife. Her once-arrogant demeanor wavered, replaced by a flicker of panic as I twisted her arm further. The pressure I applied wasn't enough to break it—but it was enough to remind her who held the power now. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came, only a pained whimper that she quickly swallowed, trying to cling to the remnants of her shattered composure.Her eyes darted wild