All Chapters of CONTRACTED TO THE BEAST ALPHA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“All the Rogues that attacked nightfall dead,” the warrior said, his body began shaking violently.Rage consumed Zeta like wildfire as the warrior's words echoed in his ears. His massive frame trembled with barely contained fury as he gripped the hand of the chair he was sitting The warrior who had delivered the news, stood rigid against the wall, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chamber's chill."You disobeyed me," Zeta's voice was a low growl that seemed to vibrate from the depths of hell itself. "I gave explicit orders. You should to lead the attack.""Alpha, I can explain—" the warrior said, bending his back to show respect. The words died in Clain's throat as Zeta's boot connected with his ribs making his bone crack. Clain flew backward, slamming into the stone wall with a thud."Explain?" Zeta roared, spit flying from his lips as his eyes blazed amber with wolf fury. "A pathetic loser!" He cursed. Clain struggled to his feet, one hand pressed against his side wher

'Luna Zora, everything is set,' Kaira mindlinked after she had moved people to safety.'Fine, make sure they are safe and no one leaves. I have sent two warriors in your direction. If any of Zeta's men make a move, kill them immediately.'Zora informed Trent about the civilians' status. They had been secured in the underground shelters.'Good,' Trent replied, his eyes scanning the palace's glowing windows. 'Now we end this.'THE BATTLE BEGINSThe attack began in perfect silence. Trent's warriors moved like ghosts through the abandoned streets, systematically taking down Zeta's patrol guards one by one. Silver blades found their marks with deadly precision, and bodies fell without a sound.But as they advanced closer to the palace, resistance grew fiercer. The outer perimeter guards were more alert, better trained. The clash of steel on steel finally broke the night's silence.'Take down the next wave,' Trent commanded as more of Zeta's warriors emerged from the palace gates—at least s

Zeta's blood still pooled beneath their feet, but the mastermind behind his transformation remained free."I'll go get her," Zora said, taking a determined step toward the corridor that led to the dungeons.Alpha Diva's firm hand caught her arm, his grip gentle but unyielding. "No. You've been through enough today." His voice carried the weight of both a father's love and an alpha's command. "I'll handle this with my men."Zora's jaw tightened, every instinct screaming at her to finish what they'd started. But the exhaustion etched deep in her father's eyes—the man who had endured ten years of imprisonment made her swallow her protest. She nodded reluctantly."Stay with the body," Diva said, his tone brooking no argument.***Trent moved closer, placing a protective arm around Zora as they watched Alpha Diva disappear down the stone corridor, several warriors trailing behind him. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the ancient walls before fading into silence.As the minutes ticke

The walk to the aircraft felt endless. Zora moved like a ghost beside Trent, her shoulders rigid and her face a carefully constructed mask that fooled no one. Every step away from the celebration felt like walking deeper into a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.As they boarded Trent's private jet—just the two of them, affording them complete privacy—Zora's composure began to crack. The confined space seemed to amplify everything: her pain, her confusion, her growing sense of betrayal. She chose a seat as far from Trent as possible, turning toward the window and wrapping her arms around herself like armor.Trent watched her retreat with calculating eyes. He settled into the seat across from her, close enough that she couldn't ignore his presence entirely."Zora," he said softly, his voice carrying none of the satisfaction from earlier. There was only gentle concern now, which somehow made everything worse.She didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge he'd spoken. Her reflection in th

Alpha Trent sat behind his desk, the desk was littered by stacks of pack business documents. Reports on territory disputes, trade agreements, and pack member concerns blurred together as his phone buzzed incessantly beside him.The caller ID showed "MELISSA" for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. His jaw clenched as he let it ring out again, the sound grating against his already frayed nerves.A soft knock interrupted his brooding. "Come in," he called, not looking up from the papers.Aman entered, her expression carefully neutral. "Alpha, your mother sent me to—""No." The word cut through the air like a blade. Trent's head snapped up, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "I don't want to hear anything from her. Please don't deliver whatever message she's asked you to pass along."Aman shifted uncomfortably. "But Alpha, she seemed quite insistent—""If she needs money, send it to her account," Trent said firmly, his voice carrying the unmistakable tone of finali