All Chapters of Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

***IRENE***The hall obeyed instantly."Thank you Werewolf King!”The sound of bodies shifting filled the hall as everyone slowly rose to their feet, their heads bowed low, their movements stiff with fear. The atmosphere still felt suffocating, heavy with Dante’s presence. My heart beat wildly, and I could feel the heat of his aura rolling over the crowd.Some Alphas could only dare to smile nervously, their voices almost tripping over each other as they said words that shocked me.“Your woman is as beautiful as the moon itself, my King.”“Blessings to her, blessings to you.”“She deserves respect as your chosen.”Chosen. Respect. My chest squeezed, and for a fleeting second, I wanted to laugh bitterly. These same people, minutes ago, stood by and watched as Amira and her pair of nuisances tore me down with abuse. Now they bowed their heads and threw compliments like desperate offerings.I only gave a small smile, tight and cold. Inside, my thoughts burned. Hypocrites. All of you.A

*** DANTE *** The event was still ongoing. The air filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses but of it touched me. The music swelled around the grand hall, but to me, it was nothing more than background noise. I sat in my chair, one hand resting loosely on the armrest, the other swirling the untouched wine in my glass. The deep red liquid caught the light, spinning like blood caught in motion. My gaze lingered on it rather than the endless noise around me. By now, other alphas were still arriving. Some were bold enough to approach me, bowing their heads, smiling with their teeth while their eyes never hid the fear. They greeted me, called me King, and then quickly left before the silence between us became too heavy. I let them come, I let them go, and I never offered more than a nod. The truth was, my mind lingered elsewhere—on her. Irene. She had left only moments ago, slipping away from my lap, her cheeks flushed and eyes flashing with that stubborn

***DANTE ***The office was silent, the kind of silence that pressed into the bones. The whole building had emptied hours ago, but I remained, the dim lamp spilling light across scattered files. My pen moved, but my mind was elsewhere. Irene.I hadn’t called her all day, though the urge pressed at me like a weight. Instead, I had made sure to check in quietly. The house staff knew better than to lie to me. Mrs. Calder’s calm voice had confirmed Irene had eaten, had been in her room, had spent the day on her laptop. That was enough. It should have been enough.I leaned back in my chair, jaw set, fingers drumming against the file when the door slammed open.“Father,” Amira’s voice sliced through the air. “We need to talk.”She stormed inside, her face red with fury. Behind her, Rowan struggled to keep pace. “I told her not to, Dante—I tried—”I didn’t even look up. My eyes stayed on the file in front of me. “Then you didn’t try hard enough,” I said coldly.Rowan froze. Amira bristled

***IRENE ***“Irene, this isn’t a place for you. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Dante was still trying to warn me, his voice low and rough in my ear. But I stood firm, even though my heart was already beating too fast in my chest. I swallowed, reached out, and clung to Dante’s arm. His muscles were tense beneath my fingers, his whole body radiating anger. I had to lean closer, so close my lips almost brushed his neck.“If we want them to believe us… if we want them to see us as real, we have to go,” I whispered softly. “We can’t back out now.”His head turned a little, those stormy eyes of his catching mine. I could see the warning there, heavy and dangerous, but I didn’t flinch. My grip on his arm tightened, silently begging him.For a moment I thought Dante was going to refuse, that he would turn his back and drag me home by force. I could feel his wolf pushing under his skin, restless, protective, dangerous. But then, to my surprise, he nodded sharply. His arm wrapped m

***IRENE***The VIP room had returned to its sinful chaos, the music pumping faintly as laughter and whispers bounced off the walls. I stayed silently seated beside Dante, feeling the heat of his body close to mine, while the games of truth and dare went on around us. The spinning bottle landed on people I didn’t even know, and I saw some of the women giggle as a lady was dared by another to give Rowan a lap dance, her body moving provocatively on him. I bit my lip, keeping my thoughts to myself, watching the way the other men grinned and the women laughed. Another man, tall, with broad shoulders and red hair, was asked who he was crushing on. All eyes turned as he pointed toward Katherine. Meanwhile Katherine’s face turned bright red with shyness, but there was that smug little twist in her lips that made my skin crawl. I scoffed quietly in my mind. Earlier she thought herself clever, thinking she could embarrass me here—but I wasn’t giving her the satisfaction of showing it. Th