Semua Bab The Contract between two Alphas : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Serena stood in front of the wide apartment window, the golden skyline brushing shadows over her face. Her blazer lay tossed over the back of a bar stool, and she still had her heels on. The weight of the day hadn’t left her, it clung to her like a second skin.Serena had been cooling off alot lately, especially with everything that was going on. And suddenly Dope flashed through her mind and then her phone rang. She looked down– Dope. “Soaking of the Devil she said calmly.” And picked it up. “Wanna hang out. Apart from the case and everything we've not really had time to catch up .” He said in a low tone.“Why not.” She replied “Yesss!” Dope said slightly excited and sent his home address. She arrived and they exchanged pleasantries and talked about everything that had happened the last few days, months and even years. Behind her, Dope shifted on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table. He was scrolling through something on his phone until the silence between them stret

Serena backed away first, breathing hard, her pulse a frantic thrum in her throat. Dominic stalked toward her, his silver eyes locked on hers like a predator circling its prey.“You kissed him,” he murmured, voice low and tight.“I didn’t sleep with him,” she replied, defiant, breathless.“That doesn’t matter.”He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him in one brutal, possessive motion. Her hands flew to his chest, fingers curling in his shirt. His mouth found hers no questions, no permission. Just heat. Tongue, teeth, fire. Their teeth clashed, and neither cared. It wasn’t about being gentle. It was about claiming.He spun her around and slammed her back against the nearest wall, caging her in with his body. One hand gripped her thigh, hoisting it around his waist. The other tangled in her hair and tugged her head back.“You drive me insane,” he growled against her neck. “I dream about tearing every layer of that law-student control off your body until you’re just mine.”“Then

Dom, looking at her with those siren attractive eyes. “Why don't you dig deep into your past , and history again.?” He asked. “Still on the growl? I was caught up in the moment. Please let it go and don't remind me of that night again” Dom eye fucked her for a few seconds before exiting the moment. Late, Serena stood before the old orphanage gates, the iron warped and rust-stained from decades of neglect. Her childhood home looked smaller now, cloaked in ivy and silence. But the memories were loud. The dormitory whispers. The Reverend Sister’s cane tapping through the halls. The stories she told herself to survive.Now those stories were starting to unravel.The gate creaked as she pushed it open and stepped inside.The place hadn’t been lived in for years because a new building of the same orphanage was being used. One better and bigger, but in the old one, someone had recently been here. The front door was slightly ajar. Dust on the floor had been disturbed. A footprint. A scrape

The next morning, the Reign estate buzzed with quiet tension.Serena sat on the edge of the bed, boots laced, bag packed, the weight of the revelations still heavy in her chest. Dominic entered without knocking, as if her space had always belonged to him.“You ready?” he asked.“I’ve never been less ready in my life,” she replied honestly, standing up. “But I have no choice, do I?”He smiled faintly, tossing her a small blade with a blackened hilt. “You always have a choice. This one just happens to come with ancient blood magic and death threats.”She snorted. “How comforting.”They flew to their packs in one of Dominic’s private jets. His estate, which was once Serena’s maternal home, sat buried in the outskirts of the abandoned Moonridge district, hidden under layers of legal red tape and supernatural shielding. No one had touched it since Lyra’s death.Until now.“According to the journal from her dream” Serena said, flipping through the aged leather pages, “the Moonblood journal

The sun hadn’t even touched the horizon when Dominic Reign stood alone in the war room, the blue light of encrypted monitors casting sharp shadows across his jaw. His best friend Dante, lingered by the wall, arms crossed, a grim look in his eyes.“This is your call, Dom,” Dante said quietly. “But if we go after Mara Cruz now, it might spark something we can’t control.”Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “Then we control it.”He swiped across the screen. The surveillance from the hospital was clear now scrubbed clean of the distractions and static. Mara had been there. Five minutes before Serena entered, wearing a medical disguise and carrying a locked briefcase. Then, after the explosion, she was gone. Vanished.“She's been three steps ahead,” Dominic muttered. “But not this time.”Dante handed him a tablet. “We followed the money like you asked. Mara’s been siphoning funds through shell fronts tied to a dormant subsidiary. Guess who the board lists as silent partner?”Dominic scanned the scree