Semua Bab A Contract With An Alpha: Bab 81 - Bab 90

SILVER MIST PACKThe moment Maximus stepped out of the sleek, black car, he knew Mira was up to something.He shut the door gently, the leather of his coat catching the breeze. His sharp eyes flicked to the woman standing across from him, Mira, no longer the composed Luna of moments ago, but someone reborn. Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her hair, usually tied up neatly, blew across her face like a veil of shadows. Her hands were steady, though her heart beat like a drum beneath her chest.“Uncle Maximus,” she greeted, her voice smooth as velvet, yet sharpened with purpose.He narrowed his eyes at her, gaze assessing. “Why did you stop my car, Mira?”“I have a proposal for you,” Mira said firmly, her voice sweet.Maximus let out a breath. “A proposal? After eavesdropping on a conversation that didn’t concern you?”She stepped closer, each heel clicking against the stone with controlled elegance. “Oh, but it does concern me. I’m the Luna who’s about to be repl

SILVER MIST PACKMira didn’t slam the door. She shut it with a soft click—the kind of sound that promised danger more than shouting ever could. Her silk robe whispered around her ankles as she moved, a predator in velvet.She turned, slow and deliberate, toward the trembling figures tangled in her sheets.“I won’t tell the Alpha,” Mira said, her tone like honey laced with cyanide. “Only if you do what I ask.”Jaxon stepped in front of Liana, shielding her with the sheet, even though they were both already exposed—vulnerable in every possible way.“Luna…” he began, voice rough, “we didn’t mean—this wasn’t—”“Save it,” Mira snapped, eyes hard as granite. “You were drugged. Yes. But that doesn’t change the optics. Lucien walks in and sees this—in my bed—you think he’ll ask questions? He’ll tear you apart before you speak.”Liana clutched the sheets to her chest, shaking. “Please. I don’t even remember anything. You set us up…”Stephanie stepped forward, her voice tight with nerves. “Mira

SILVERMIST PACK Mira’s breath caught, her chest heaving as she stepped forward—toward Lucien, toward judgment, toward the man she had given everything for.“I never crossed the line!” she shouted, voice raw, hands flying to her chest like she could shield her heart from the blow. “Everything I did for you cost me my happiness. My womb, Lucien. My womanhood. And now—now you want to punish me for what? For wanting a child?”Lucien flinched as her words slammed into him.“I bled for this pack,” she cried, pointing at the walls around them. “I lied, I schemed, I buried things no Luna should ever have to carry. You—you looked the other way while I became the monster. And I became it for you!”“Mira,” he warned, voice low.“I gave you power,” she sobbed. “And all I asked in return was a legacy. A baby, Lucien. Just a baby. And you dare stand there and look at me like I’m filth for trying to have one?”She spun toward the stunned council guards, her tear-streaked face twisted with anguish a

SILVER MIST PACKThe sun hadn’t yet burned the dew off the rooftops when Mira’s car rolled to a stop in front of the packhouse. Her heel clicked once, then twice, against the gravel as she stepped out, the long black coat she wore fluttering like war flags around her.She didn’t speak to the guards. Didn’t nod. Didn’t blink.She stormed straight up the marble stairs and made a beeline for the locked room where she had imprisoned Jaxon and Liana—the precious pawns in her twisted legacy.But the room was empty.The bed was untouched. The food tray left behind. The surveillance crystal had been ripped out of the wall and smashed on the floor.Her blood turned to ice.“LUCIEN!” Her voice cracked through the walls like a war horn.Doors flung open upstairs. Wolves stirred from their rooms. Warriors flinched where they stood.Lucien emerged from his study, brows already furrowed. “Why are you yelling?” he asked, voice low but deadly.Mira turned on him, seething. “Where are they?”His brow

SILVERMIST PACK The club was loud. Neon lights stuttered across Lucien’s face like judgment. The bass throbbed in his chest, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the voice in his head. You finally have an heir… You brought this on yourself.He downed another glass. Whiskey. Vodka. Something. He didn’t ask. Didn’t care.His tie hung loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, eyes bloodshot and burning. He hadn’t come here to think.He came to forget.And that’s when he saw her.She leaned against the far wall like sin incarnate—Evelyn. Zarek’s Beta. Ice-blonde hair swept over one shoulder, red lips parting slowly as she met his gaze. There was no greeting. No smile.Just the kind of stare a predator gives another when they’ve both tasted loss.Lucien stood slowly and walked over. She didn’t move, didn’t blink.“What a shame,” she said quietly, her voice wrapped in smoke. “The mighty Alpha… replaced by his own mates.”Lucien’s jaw tightened. “Don’t start.”“I’m not starting an