All Chapters of CONTRACTED TO THE BEAST ALPHA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zora's hands trembled as she closed the door behind her. She leaned against the solid wood, her heart still hammering from the training ground confrontation—and from the moment that had almost happened between them.She could still imagine him there. He had been so close, his breath warm against her lips, his eyes dark with want. She remembered how he pulled away at the last second, leaving her breathless and aching.She pushed off from the door and began pacing the length of her room, her bare feet silent on the tiled floor. Her body still hummed with adrenaline from their fight—if it could even be called that. It had been something else entirely, a conversation conducted in blocks and strikes, in the way he'd held back his strength and she'd pushed past limits she didn't know she possessed.The fighting skills that had flowed through her had felt as natural as breathing, yet completely foreign. Muscle memory from a life she couldn't fully remember, techniques that belonged to someon

"Alpha, it might be the most practical—""I said fucking no!" Trent's voice carried the full weight of his Alpha authority, the windows rattling slightly from the power behind his words. His eyes flashed dangerously, the wolf rising to the surface. "Zora stays here. We will find another way.""But Alpha, if we consider the strategic advantages—""End of discussion." Trent turned away, running a hand through his dark hair as he struggled to regain his composure. The idea of Zora leaving, of being separated from her even temporarily, made something primal and possessive rise in him like a tide. He couldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.After several long moments, when he could trust his voice to remain steady, he spoke again. "We visit Silverbrook first. Zora needs to see her parents—she needs to know they're alive and recovering. After that, we'll figure out how to handle Zeta without compromising either pack. There has to be another way."Brandon nodded slowly, wisely choosing not t

A sudden knock startled her. She grabbed a robe and crept toward the door."Alpha?" she whispered, already bracing for Zina's usual commentary.Zina sniffed, then groaned."That's not him. Put on some clothes. It's a man, but not our man."Zora checked her phone before opening the door.Alpha Trent: I sent someone to deliver a package. I would've brought it myself, but I'm caught up here. Take care, T.Her heart gave a small squeeze. She quickly dressed, then opened the door.Graham stood on the other side, a parcel in his hands.Zora blinked. He had never set foot near her room before."Luna. Alpha said to give you this," he said, voice low and unreadable.She stepped aside. He placed the box on the table but didn't leave."What Freya did," he started, voice careful, "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that."She remained silent. Zora knew Graham had never liked her. His politeness was always tight-lipped, his respect more obligation than choice. So why was he here now, speaking to her li

Without a word, Alpha Trent reviewed security protocols for tomorrow's trip while Brandon went over flight plans and contingencies. But Alpha Trent found his attention divided, part of him tracking the time, wondering what was taking Graham so long.When Graham finally returned twenty-five minutes later, everything about his demeanor had changed. His usual professional composure was strained, his lips pressed into a thin line, and there was something dark flickering in his eyes that he was clearly struggling to contain.Alpha Trent's wolf stirred with interest. Something had definitely happened."All delivered, Alpha," Graham said, his voice carefully neutral, but Alpha Trent caught the slight roughness beneath the words—the sound of a man holding back anger."Good," Alpha Trent replied, allowing a small smile to play at the corners of his mouth. He knew Graham was a real piece of work. Zora might have said something that infuriated him. That would be dealt with later."Now, let's dis

Zina, determined not to fall into the trap of shared misery, reached for the only weapon that had always worked for her, her sharp tongue."You cry like a widow in a Moon Goddess soap opera. Honestly, I expected more bite from you."Zora wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I thought you were supposed to comfort me.""I wanted to," Zina snapped. "But you went and crowned yourself queen of self-pity. Now get yourself together and open that damn box again. We're not letting that dress sulk in the corner like it's at a funeral. Try it on."Zora snorted, the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible.""And you're dramatic," Zina said smugly. "Which means we’re perfect for each other. Let’s try the dress.""I don’t need to try it. I’ll wear it tomorrow.""What if it doesn’t fit?""He knows my size."Zora hissed, "What more do you need? He knows everything about you and still wants you, and you’re here crying like you just got rejected on mating day."Zina pa