Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contract Marriage To The Alpha King : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

AVA’S POV The sky had darkened by the time I finished my work. I grabbed my bag, my thoughts heavy, and made my way to the door of the office. The air outside was cool, biting against my skin, but it did little to numb the weight in my chest. My twin brother, Eli, had always been my anchor. He was the one person who understood me completely. We were inseparable, our bond forged through tragedy and survival. Now, he was lying in a sterile hospital bed, fighting for his life. The doctors had told me that his condition was dire, but they couldn't even tell me how long he'd have. It was all about the operation. If we didn’t get the money, we’d lose him. I walked quickly to my car, my fingers tightening around the wheel as I gripped it, desperate to drive faster. My brother needed me. I needed to be with him. As I arrived at the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic hit me, a smell I had grown to hate. I passed through the long corridors, the walls pale, the fluorescent lights bu

Damian’s POVThey’ve called me many things, the vultures who circled my father’s empire even before his breath hitched its last. Cold. Calculating. A predator draped in Savile Row. They weren’t wrong. Emotions were a weakness, a liability in the brutal game of acquisitions and power I played. People were pawns, easily moved, readily sacrificed. And women? Exquisite diversions, fleeting pleasures that held my attention for as long as their novelty lasted – which was rarely long.Then she walked into my carefully orchestrated world, a storm in a deceptively fragile teacup.Ava Sinclair.Just the sound of her name now sent a tremor of something dark and volatile through me. My fists were clenched so tightly that the sharp edges of my manicured nails dug crescents into my palms, a thin line of crimson welling beneath the skin. My jaw throbbed, a constant reminder of the primal fury that simmered just beneath the surface. Her voice, that defiant, accusing melody, echoed in the hollow chamb

Ava's POV The moment the door slammed shut behind Damian, the silence swallowed me whole, a heavy, suffocating blanket that pressed in from all sides. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My limbs felt leaden, my muscles frozen in a tableau of shock and revulsion. His kiss still lingered on my lips—harsh, unwanted, like a virulent stain I couldn’t scrub away no matter how hard I willed it. My skin crawled, a thousand invisible insects scuttling across my flesh, leaving trails of icy dread. My throat burned, raw and tight, as if I’d swallowed embers. And my wrists… they throbbed where his fingers had been, the phantom ache of iron cuffs tightening around my bones, branding me with his touch. The room felt immense, cavernous, each shadow stretching and deepening, an oppressive darkness that seemed to soak up all light and hope. The air was thick and still, heavy with unspoken things, as if even it had witnessed something that shouldn’t have happened, something that had fundamentally shifted the

Ava's POV I moved to his side, pulling up the plastic chair and sinking onto it. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed his messy hair away from his forehead, noting the unnatural heat of his skin, even though the fever had broken. “Hey, baby,” I murmured, my voice husky, trying to sound normal, trying to be the strong, unwavering sister he always needed. He looked better today—less pain behind his eyes, or so I hoped. Perhaps the brief break in his constant struggle had given him a flicker of peace. Or maybe he was just pretending for my sake, the way I always pretended for his, a silent pact of mutual deception to preserve what little hope we had. “Did the tests go okay this morning?” I asked, my voice light, feigning casual interest. He nodded, a slow, weak movement. “Dr. Nair said my numbers were better.” Then his voice dipped, softer, a shadow falling over his small features. “But he looked worried. Is something bad happening, Ava? Are we… are we out of

Damian's POV I hated it. I hated the unfamiliarity, the disruption. I hated her. I hated the way she made me feel things I’d buried long ago, emotions I’d meticulously entombed beneath layers of control and cold logic. Rage, certainly. Frustration, undeniably. But also… something else. A flicker of something that resembled… admiration? A dangerous, unwelcome sensation. My wolf snarled again, louder now, a reverberating growl that filled the office, a low, guttural vibration that I could almost hear outside my own head. Loud enough that I gripped the edge of the desk, fingers digging into the stone, widening the cracks I had created. Heat simmered under my skin, a rising tide of primal energy that threatened to consume me. He wanted her. Not just a mate, but her. The beast in me, the ancient, primal part of my soul, had recognized something in her. Not weakness. Not submission. But something else. Something fierce and enduring, a spirit that refused to be broken. Mate. The wo