Contract Marriage To The Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Damian’s POV The Kitchen Scene Her fingers slipped into mine as we padded towards the kitchen, both barefoot and still wrapped in the remnants of last night—me in comfortable sweatpants, her in one of my shirts that barely brushed the tops of her thighs. The sight of her stirred something heat-laden and possessive within me, a feeling that both thrilled and unsettled. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside. The kitchen greeted us with soft morning light filtering through the tall windows, illuminating the space in a golden hue. It felt different today. Warmer. Alive. Ava looked around, her eyes shining with curiosity, as she took in the expansive space. “This is the first time I’ve seen this place without five people running around making meals,” she commented, the playful lilt in her voice making me smile. I smirked, opening the refrigerator with a flourish. “That’s because I don’t usually cook. But for you…” I gestured dramatically, “I’ll make an exception.” She giggled,

Damian’s POV Ava's soft smile didn't quite reach her eyes as she glanced my way, but it knocked the breath out of me all the same. It was a fragile expression—one I had seen far too often lately—and it made me ache to gather her up and shield her from all the hurt and uncertainty that clouded her life. As she turned back to Eli, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead with a tenderness that ignited a wildfire within me, something primal stirred. I wanted that touch. That gentleness. That piece of her she guarded so fiercely, and yet I felt like an outsider standing at the door of a home I desperately wanted to enter. My wolf's voice slithered through my mind like smoke. “You want her to look at you the way she looks at him.” She will. “Claim it.” Not here. Not now. I forced myself to stay rooted by the door, hands buried in my pockets to stop them from curling into fists. The sight of Ava laughing—a soft, shaky sound—as Eli cracked some joke I couldn’t hear felt like music p

Damian’s POV The city stretched beneath us, a sea of glittering lights under an ink-black sky. My private rooftop was silent except for the hum of the night breeze and the faint sound of music drifting from the speakers I’d had set up. Candle lanterns lined the edge, casting a soft golden glow over the terrace—a deliberate design to assert my control and create an atmosphere that would encourage… intimacy. Yet here I stood, losing every ounce of that control because of one woman. Ava. She walked ahead of me, her heels clicking softly against the polished stone floor, the wind teasing strands of her hair loose from the elegant knot she’d arranged earlier. The moonlight caught on her bare shoulders, making her look almost ethereal, as if she didn’t belong in this ruthless world I ruled. She belonged somewhere softer, safer… but she was here—with me. The way her dress hugged her curves drove me wild, and with every step she took, my wolf stirred within me, his voice deep and demandi

Damian’s POV I would burn kingdoms to ash before I let her go. The moment stretched before us, heavy with unspoken words and lingering fragments of intimacy. I gently stroked Ava’s hair, allowing the silence to envelop us like a protective cocoon. Each second felt like a promise—I wanted to pledge myself to her, to show her that this connection wasn’t fleeting but an eternal bond that transcended the barriers I’d built around my heart. “Do you feel it too?” she finally asked, her voice a husky murmur that stood at the threshold of vulnerability. “What do you mean?” I replied, leaning back to meet her gaze more fully, intrigued by where this was heading. “This… us,” she said, sweeping a hand between us. “What we just did—it feels different. It feels important. Do you feel that?” I nodded, breath hitching in my throat. “It’s more than just what happened last night, Ava. It’s… everything. You, me—this connection we share. It’s deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced.” Th

Ava’s POV Days turned into weeks, and time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. Each day with Damian slowly blurred the sharp edges of the monster I had once thought he was. He wasn’t the cold, heartless devil painted in my mind anymore—or maybe he still was, but only to the world outside. With me, he was different. He was demanding, yes. Unrelenting in his pursuit of my trust and affection. But beneath that relentless facade, I was beginning to see layers I hadn’t noticed before—pieces of a man who had been hardened by circumstance yet softened in the spaces we shared together. Every time his intense gaze met mine, my heart raced, and I was reminded of the pull between us. He didn’t just occupy space around me. He filled it, suffusing it with warmth, protection, and an energy I had never encountered before. Somehow, he made me feel safe. At first, I fought against the feelings he stirred within me. I caught myself pushing back against the warmth curling in my stomach