All Chapters of Alpha Damien's Contracted Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"Mom, just let him share with Eric. My bed is way too small," Allison protested, trying to keep the panic from her voice."You silly girl," Gina shook her head, clearly frustrated. "Help your husband to bed, now.""But that's not really appropriate..." Allison hesitated, her wolf senses heightening with anxiety. How could she possibly share a bed with Liam? They weren't actually mates—not in the way her mother believed."You two are legally married now," Gina pushed her daughter toward Liam. "Sharing a bed isn't scandalous. Don't worry, I'm not some old-fashioned prude.""Right..." Allison wanted to cry. Liam absolutely hated being touched by anyone. If she forced him to sleep beside her, she could already imagine the venom that would drip from his words. Worse, her hidden Alpha scent might slip if she spent the entire night beside him.Liam kept his head down, the corner of his mouth twitching as he observed Allison's reluctant expression. He let out a cold laugh. After all he'd done

Allison stirred from sleep, vaguely aware of the constant movement beside her. Each time the body next to her turned, the entire bed shook. Running her fingers through her tangled hair in frustration, she reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. Liam was tossing and turning, his muscular frame taking up most of the mattress."What now?" Allison growled through clenched teeth. Even her normally patient demeanor had its limits when dealing with an alpha wolf like Liam."Seriously, Allison? That's the attitude you're giving me?" Liam stretched his arm behind his back, wincing. "I'm only suffering because of you, you know.""I don't recall asking you to drink yourself into oblivion," Allison muttered, careful to keep her voice low. She was still masking her alpha scent, a secret she'd kept carefully hidden. How else could she truly know if Liam wanted her for herself, not just because her wolf called to his?Liam let out a cold laugh before suddenly peeling off his clothes until he

The early morning tranquility of Pinewood Heights was shattered as a procession of sleek black vehicles crawled through the community entrance. The unusual motorcade caused immediate traffic congestion, drawing curious stares from residents out for their morning walks."What on earth is happening?" whispered one elderly woman to her power-walking companion.Their curiosity only intensified as impeccably dressed people emerged from the vehicles, carrying garment bags and equipment into the neighborhood. Like moths to a flame, the nosy neighbors followed.When Gina Winter opened her front door, she was startled to find a swarm of strangers blocking her entryway. Her heart skipped a beat, fearing some catastrophe."Is this Allison Winter's residence?" asked a professional-looking woman at the front of the group."Y-yes, it is," Gina stammered, her wolf senses heightening with protective instinct.Without further ceremony, the group surged into the house, bringing with them racks of exqui

Allison's POVI followed the pack down the stairs, tears blurring my vision as I saw my mom, Gina, watching me with glistening eyes. My heart ached as I embraced her, feeling the weight of leaving my family pack for the first time."Mom..." I whispered, my voice catching.Gina patted my back soothingly, her wolf instinct to comfort her pup still strong despite my adulthood. "It's okay, sweetheart. These are happy tears. Just promise you'll build a good life with your mate.""Dad..." I turned to Mark with watery eyes. He quickly wiped his own, his Alpha pride not allowing him to show too much emotion even as his daughter left to join another pack."Go on, Allison," he said gruffly. "Don't worry about us."I said goodbye to my younger siblings, Emily and Eric, then wiped my tears and turned toward the waiting car—toward my new life with a man who was essentially a stranger.Liam, my new "husband," closed the car door behind me, then addressed my parents. "I'll take good care of her," he

Allison's POVI was starving. Sprawled across the sofa in my wedding dress with bare feet, I surveyed the massive, empty house where Liam had essentially abandoned me. No breakfast and now well past noon, my stomach was waging war against me.What good was wealth if you couldn't find a damn refrigerator? I had searched every inch of this ridiculous mansion without success. Did rich people not need to store food like the rest of us?*Grrrrowl.*My stomach protested again. I pressed a hand against it, feeling utterly pathetic. I had nothing with me—no phone, no purse, not even a change of clothes. Just this ridiculous white dress that suddenly felt like a cruel joke."I could call Liam..." I picked up the landline, then hesitated, setting it back down. No, I wouldn't bother him. That's what he'd expect.I considered going out for food, but there was no public transportation here, and walking would probably end with me passing out on some fancy suburban sidewalk. Even if I found somewher