All Chapters of CONTRACTED TO THE BEAST ALPHA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He texted, sending different funny emojis to check on her and always found his message read but no response.At 4am, he called her to get ready, unknown to him that Zora had already dressed, his call came in when Zora was applying make-up to her face.“Morning,”“Good morning, alpha,” she responded.“I called to wake you up, you can start preparing, we are flying at exact 5 am, Aman will come to pick you up,”“I'm dressed already,” she responded.“Oh! I will be ready soon too, bye,” he hung up and quickly rushed to the bathroom in his office. He didn’t need to return to his chamber—his office held a private closet stocked with designer clothes and shoes.A soft knock jolted Zora out of her reverie, Trent’s scent wafted toward her, warm and grounding. She picked her designer bag and walked to the entrance.“Good morning,” she greeted with confidence.She looked ethereal, untouchable, and absolutely breathtaking.His heart skipped when his eyes landed on her. He couldn't take his eyes o

"Is that so?" Trent's voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "Head Doctor, I need to speak with you privately. Now."The head doctor nodded quickly, recognizing the storm brewing. "Dr. Matthews, please return to your other duties. I'll handle our guests from here."As Dr. Matthews reluctantly walked away, still throwing glances over his shoulder at Zora, Trent pulled the head doctor aside."I want him removed from my patients' care immediately," Trent commanded quietly. "Replace him. I want someone competent, and someone who knows how to keep their eyes where they belong.""Alpha, Dr. Matthews is actually quite competent—""I don't care if he's a miracle worker," Trent cut him off. "He's off the case. Find someone else, or I'll transfer my patients to another facility entirely."The head doctor swallowed hard, nodding rapidly. "Of course, Alpha. It will be done immediately."Within minutes, a new doctor—an older, more experienced woman—was assigned to escort them to the VIP ward. As they

"Please heal us," Zora's mother pleaded, but Zora didn't catch the meaning of what she meant. She thought her mother was praying to the moon goddess for healing, so she joined her."Moon goddess, please," Alpha Diva and his wife exchanged a knowing glance. Elena cleared her throat, her eyes darting to the door, then back to Zora. Her voice dropped to a whisper, brittle and urgent. "There's something else.""This hospital... they're trying their best, but it's not really helping us, darling," Elena said, her voice barely above a whisper."They're keeping us stable, but they can't heal what's truly wrong. The damage to your father's heart, my body's inability to absorb nutrients properly... it's beyond medicine."Zora frowned. "What are you saying?""Heal us. Make us whole again," her mother pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice."I don't have medical skills, Mother. You know I always wanted to be a warrior.""You have healing abilities, don't you? I can sense it in you—stronger

Trent slipped his phone back into his pocket, a smile still tugging at his lips despite the gravity of their situation. The way Zora had laughed at his confession about her father's bone-crushing handshake had sent warmth spreading through his chest. And that slip—calling her "my love"—it had felt so natural, so right, even if it had caught him off guard.He was still replaying the sound of her voice when footsteps approached from behind."Well, well. If it isn't the infamous Trent Salvatore."Trent turned at the familiar voice, his face breaking into a genuine grin despite the circumstances. A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late twenties stood before him, but despite the years that had passed and the stress lines around his eyes, Trent recognised him immediately."Henry Morrison," Trent said, pulling his old friend into a bear hug. "You look like hell, by the way.""Thanks, you always were a charmer," Henry laughed, though the sound was strained. "Ten years since Lunar Ridge Acade

Trent hit the wall, pouring his rage out.The sound of Trent's fist connecting with the wall was like a gunshot in the quiet hotel room. The impact was so violent that a spider of cracks spread across the expensive wallpaper, and Zora jumped backwards with a startled cry.For a moment, he stood there breathing heavily, his knuckles bleeding, his entire body trembling with barely contained fury. When he finally turned back to her, his eyes were wild with a rage she'd never seen before."Who?" The word came out as a growl. "Who removed your womb? Who did this to you?""Trent, I—""Was it Dane?" He advanced on her, his movements predatory. "Did that bastard force you to have surgery? Did he make you—""No!" Zora backed against the window, tears streaming down her face. "No, it wasn't like that!""Then what?" His voice cracked with emotion. "What happened to you? Who took away your ability to carry my children? Who hurt you like this?"The questions came rapid-fire, each one laced with pa