Todos os capítulos de Contract with the lycan king : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Alpha Harry's POVMy heart shatters into a million pieces when I see my daughter in chains. My precious Alora, bound in silver, her skin torn and bleeding, looking like she's been through hell and back. The guards are everywhere, their formations are so tense, it makes me worry about Alora, but I barely notice their presence. All I can see is my little girl- the one who I have so neglected"My little girl," I whisper, the words escaping before I can stop them. My feet move of their own accord, carrying me toward her despite the guards' warnings about the silver. I push past them like they're made of nothing. Nothing matters except reaching my daughter.The moment I wrap my arms around her, the silver burns into my flesh. The pain is excruciating - worse than I remember from my stronger days when my wolf was still responsive. But I don't care. I hold her tighter, pulling her disorganised hair and head against my chest, feeling her tears dropping slowly and painfully on my skin"Alora"

Alpha Harry's POVThe silver burns never stop hurting. I lie in my bed as always, staring at the damn ceiling. By now I don't think its colour would ever get out of my head. I have counted the box designs on it like a million times now and I know for sure that there are sixty thousand, a hundred and eleven box designs on it. The counting has become like a ritual- a life saving attempt to focus on anything but the searing agony that is always flowing through my veins. Now I am counting again, even though I am sure of the numbers. My arms are wrapped in thick bandages- new ones because it keeps pouring out smelly liquid. The bandage that was so white when put initially has not done yellow and smelly. I wonder how Agatha manages to even stand me now. The worst part is that, it is not only my hands that are affected- I have injuries on my stomach, my legs, almost everywhere in my bodyMy body is always covered and wrapped in a place, but the pain seeps through anyway. Sometimes I wonder

King Alonso's POVI have been restless. Maybe I finally have to go to war with the midnight pack. It has been two days now! Two days since I sent my letter and it has been left unanswered! The disrespect alone is irking me out. Now I am checking the maps spread across my war room table- maps I've studied a thousand times but never with such deadly purpose. I have never had a reason to war against the midnight pack. Now there is a reason and I have to study the maps. I have to take this attack seriously- as if I am warring against a strong pack even though the Midnight pack is a small one. They have always been too insignificant to warrant my attention, but now there is a reason and I have to study the maps like my life depends on it because I cannot afford any mistakesMy claws leave light scratches on the wooden table- it is an expensive one shipped all the way from Russia, a great human kingdom. My father spent a fortune getting this table here and he used to adore it so much when

King Alonso's POVMy body starts to change. It is not like my normal transformations. Those are smooth, although painful they are smooth and controlled. This is very violent. My bones crack and reshape themselves with snaps. My muscles tear and regrow bigger, stronger. My already large Lycan form gets even larger, more monstrous. I feel my claws growing longer, sharper. But the worst part is what is happening in my head."Please," I beg my beast, even though I know it will not listen. "Do not do this. We cannot kill again. Please."I feel my beast laugh. “Just shut up and know your place!”Then I feel myself being pushed back, deeper and deeper into my own head. It is like watching through a hazy net window as someone else takes control of my body. The thing that takes control of my body is a monster that only wants to kill.The beast's thoughts start to fill our mind. It is hungry. It wants to hunt. It wants to feel blood on our claws and flesh between our teeth. It wants to hear the

Agatha’s POVThe satisfaction of watching Alora run is intoxicating. Her futile attempts at escape remind me of a trapped bush rat, desperately seeking freedom that would never come. Darren's men pursue her, their movements clumsy! How is she so agile? Dodging the men as they topple over each other!?. For a moment, I think she might actually escape, but then three more guards appear, and they finally catch her."No!" Her screams pierce the air. "Let me go!"The sound of her struggles brings a smile to my face. She fights against their grip like a wild animal, but soon realises the futility of her resistance. Her voice grows smaller, more pathetic. The way I like it to be- submissive"Please," she whimpers. "Please don't do this." She keeps looking at Lucas, tears streaming down her face. "Lucas, please..."I watch as Lucas turns away, unable to bear the sight. He's played his part well, though his weakness disgusts me. Still, he's proven useful in bringing her here."Bring her here," I