All Chapters of Contract Marriage To The Alpha King : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Damian's POV The dawn light painted the mountains in hues of blood and gold, but sleep was a luxury we'd long since traded for vigilance. Ava's words lingered like a vow etched in stone: gods can be surprised. I held them close as the days blurred into a frenzy of preparation, our victory over the Thirteenth a spark that ignited the pack into something unbreakable. Whispers of the assassin's fall spread like wildfire through the territories—tales of the luna who wielded her own blood as a weapon, of the moon itself rising to judge the ancient evil. Alphas who'd come for the ceremony lingered, their packs swelling our borders until the Blackwood estate felt less like a fortress and more like the heart of a nascent empire.Mara's war room became our nerve center, its walls now scarred with fresh maps overlaying the old ones: ley lines of power snaking through Europe, hidden enclaves marked in blood-red ink, and a holographic web of the Ouroboros's fractured network. Voss's implant had

Ava's POV His free hand rose to cup my jaw, turning me gently until I stood before him, the balcony's iron railing at my back. The dawn painted his face in strokes of rose and gold, softening the sharp angles of exhaustion, making his green eyes—wolf-sharp and endless—gleam like forest pools after rain, darkened now with the feral gleam of desire. "Flesh remembers you best," he murmured, thumb tracing the curve of my lower lip, sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the breeze. He pressed closer, the heat of him seeping through my shift, his erection grinding subtly against my hip as his other hand skimmed up my thigh, bunching the fabric until his fingers brushed the bare, damp curls between my legs. I gasped, parting instinctively for him, and he groaned low, dipping one thick finger into my slick folds, circling my clit with agonizing slowness. "Every scar, every breath... it's yours. And this," he whispered, sliding that finger deeper, curling it to stroke the s

Ava’s POV The engine's low purr thrummed through the leather seats like a heartbeat, syncing with the steady rhythm of Damian's fingers interlaced with mine on the console between us. The city skyline blurred into a watercolor haze beyond the tinted windows of the Bentley, the late afternoon sun dipping low and gilding the high-rises in amber. We'd stolen away from the office chaos—boardroom battles and endless calls about the merger that had Damian's jaw clenched like a vice all week—without a word to anyone. Just his hand on my thigh under the conference table, a heated glance that promised escape, and then we were gone, the elevator dinging our descent into the underground garage like a secret shared.He drove with that effortless command I loved, one hand loose on the wheel, the other tracing lazy circles on the bare skin above my knee where my pencil skirt had ridden up. The air between us crackled, thick with the scent of his cologne—sandalwood and storm—and the faint, lingerin

Ava's POV He took my hand, lacing our fingers with a gentleness that belied the calluses on his palms—marks of sword and claw, now tracing my knuckles like a lover's caress. He led me down the hall, past the stern-faced portraits of Blackwood alphas long gone, their painted eyes seeming to follow us with knowing approval in the moonlight slanting through the arched windows. The estate whispered around us: the faint creak of settling beams, the distant hoot of an owl in the pines beyond the walls, the soft pad of a sentry's boots on the gravel below. But here, in this corridor lit by silver and shadow, it was just us—echoes of our footsteps syncing like heartbeats, his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist in time with my pulse.We reached our bedroom, the heavy door swinging open on silent hinges to reveal the sanctuary we'd claimed as our own: a vast four-poster bed draped in furs and deep crimson linens, a fire crackling low in the marble hearth, casting dancing shadows over the ta

Ava's POV Sunlight filtered through the narrow arrow-slit windows like liquid amber, gilding the chamber in hues of honeyed gold and chasing away the night's lingering shadows. I stirred first, as I often did these mornings—my wolf's senses sharpening before the rest of me fully woke, attuned to the subtle shifts in the world beyond our cocoon of furs. Damian's arm was a heavy, possessive band across my waist, his palm splayed flat against the soft curve of my belly, fingers curled just enough to brush the faint, silvery stretch marks left by Alexander's birth—marks he traced in his sleep like talismans of our shared miracle. His breath ghosted warm and steady against the nape of my neck, a rhythmic tide that lulled my own pulse into lazy sync, his body heat seeping into me like sunlight into earth, banishing the faint chill that clung to the stone walls.I shifted experimentally, a soft hum escaping my lips as the delicious ache between my thighs made itself known—a tender throb, br