All Chapters of A Contract With An Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Mira rode hard through the night, the cold wind biting at her cheeks as the gates of Dark Vale came into view. She dismounted, her boots silent against the frost-hardened ground, and strode through the courtyard toward the inner hall. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows that seemed to lean toward her as she passed.Zarek stood at the center of the hall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as always. “Mira,” he said, voice low. “What brings you here at this hour?”She didn’t waste time on greetings. “Lucien took her in,” she said, her voice tight with urgency. “Evelyn. He’s harboring her in his keep.”Zarek’s eyes narrowed, a shadow crossing his features. “And why is that my concern?”Mira stepped closer, leaning in slightly, her amber eyes locked on his. “Because she was exiled from Dark Vale for a reason. You know it. And now she’s with Lucien. What if she… what if she undermines everything we’ve built?”He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch. “She’s

SELENE“Do I have to worry?” I asked, my voice low.Zarek’s hand didn’t leave me, not even after his words had steadied the storm Mira left behind. His palm remained over the curve of my stomach, as though he could shield the tiny heartbeat inside from shadows, from fear, from fate itself.“No,” he repeated, softer now. “You don’t have to worry. Not about her. Not about anyone.”The finality in his tone cut through the haze, and for the first time in hours, my chest loosened. My gaze fell to where his hand rested against me, and a small, unbidden smile trembled at my lips.“You sound so certain,” I whispered.“I am.” His eyes, dark and steady, met mine without wavering. “The only thing that matters is here, Selene. You. Our child. That’s the only future I’m building.”I let myself lean against him then, exhaustion and relief tangling in my bones. His scent, warm and familiar, surrounded me, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside that office no longer mattered.The following day

In a dim alley on the city’s edge, where the streetlights flickered and the air reeked of damp stone, Evelyn leaned against a crumbling wall, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the shadows. Her jaw was tight, her dark braid fraying from a long night of moving unseen. Footsteps echoed, deliberate and heavy, and Uncle Maximus stepped into the faint light, his silver-streaked beard catching the glow. His broad frame loomed, his expression hard as granite.“You’re late,” Evelyn snapped, her voice low, sharp.Maximus smirked, unbothered. “Had to make sure no one followed. You’re not the only one with enemies, girl.”She straightened, her eyes narrowing. “I’m done waiting, Maximus. You promised me Luna if Selene’s out of the picture. So, what’s the plan?”He stepped closer, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Selene’s the pack’s darling now, carrying Zarek’s heir. But that’s her weakness. The pack won’t follow a frail Luna or a distracted Alpha. We hit her where it hurts—make it look like a

ZAREKThe packhouse was unrecognizable when I reached it. Smoke curled into the night sky, the sharp tang of blood clinging to the air. My wolves’ howls had faded into silence, broken only by the crackle of flames and the sickening stench of death.I slammed the car door and ran, my heart in my throat, the bond with Selene stretching thin and fragile. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t anywhere.“Selene!” I roared, my voice shaking the night.The courtyard was a graveyard. Bodies littered the stone, rogues and wolves alike, their blood dark against the silver moonlight. My chest constricted as I stepped forward, scanning desperately for her, praying to the Moon Goddess for one glimpse—one sign.Instead, I found him.Luca lay at the steps of the packhouse, his blade fallen from his hand, his body broken. His chest was still, his eyes wide but glassy, fixed on a sky he could no longer see.I staggered toward him, dropping to my knees. My fingers shook as I closed his eyes, pressing my forehead

Zarek’s tires screeched as he skidded to a halt outside the decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the address on the parchment etched into his mind like a brand. The building loomed like a forgotten tomb, its rusted walls cloaked in shadows, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of fear. His wolf snarled within him, senses sharpening to a razor’s edge—Selene’s scent was here, faint but unmistakable, laced with pain and desperation. And beneath it, another familiar thread: Leila’s.His sister.Zarek kicked the door open, his boots crunching over shattered glass as he stormed inside. The cavernous space was dimly lit by flickering overhead bulbs, casting long, grotesque shadows across the concrete floor. Chains rattled softly in the draft, and there, in the center of the room, hung the heart of his nightmare.Selene was bound to a rusted pillar, her wrists raw from the silver-laced ropes that burned her skin, her silver hair matted with sweat and gr