All Chapters of Alpha Damien's Contracted Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Allison's POV "You never told me you didn't want a haircut," Liam said with a cold smile. "Don't forget, that was part of our arrangement. You can't exactly meet my parents looking like that." Allison couldn't argue with Liam's logic, and frankly, she was too tired to try. Besides, it wasn't her money being spent. They arrived at the airport with just minutes to spare before ten o'clock. Allison had to admit Liam was impressive—despite all their delays, he'd timed their arrival perfectly. "Remember," Liam instructed, his voice low and commanding in a way that made her wolf stir, "stay close to me. We need to look intimate, not like strangers." Allison nodded, swallowing hard. "I remember, but I'm nervous." Her fingers twitched, needing something to grip. Liam extended his hand. "Take mine. They're already here." When Allison's fingers intertwined with his, she felt an unexpected warmth spread through her palm. The mate bond? No, impossible—he couldn't sense her true nature with

Allison's POV "Have you ever been in love?" I asked, watching Liam's expression carefully. Liam considered my question, his amber eyes reflecting nothing but cool detachment. "After seeing so many hysterical mates driven by nothing but hormones, I find the whole concept tedious. A complete waste of time." Typical cold-blooded alpha. I mentally kicked myself for even asking someone like Liam about love. How could a man like him possibly understand the beauty of genuine connection? While other alphas searched tirelessly for their fated mates, Liam seemed completely immune to the pull. His eyes narrowed as he studied me, a hint of suspicion in his gaze. "Why are you asking me this? I hope you realize I'm not going to fall for you, Allison." I nearly choked. "Being loved by someone like you would be my worst nightmare," I shot back, careful to suppress my natural alpha scent. As far as Liam knew, I was just another female wolf in his territory—not the powerful alpha I truly was. "I

Allison's POV Henry always made a point to bond with his employees, so after dinner, everyone moved to the bar. The company staff respected their newly appointed CEO, whose charisma seemed to draw people in naturally. Under the influence of alcohol, one of the accountants drunkenly declared his loyalty to Henry: "If there's ever financial trouble, sir, I'd gladly go to jail for you!" Allison watched them with hidden amusement. *He's actually saying that out loud? He must be truly drunk.* Henry's charm hadn't diminished since college. Back then, he could always rally people behind his ideas, with unwavering support from many—herself included once upon a time. Now, with a more objective perspective, she understood why: he excelled at winning people over, leveraging minimal effort for maximum trust. Money was never an issue for him. Miranda raised her glass toward Allison, who clinked it with her own. Miranda's eyes traveled over Allison's slender fingers, slightly curled hair, and fu

Allison's POV Sure enough, the next day, Rachel, Liam's mother, arrived while Allison was still in bed. Rachel watched her son eating breakfast alone while his wife was nowhere to be seen, which only intensified her disapproval of Allison. "Where is she?" Rachel set down her designer purse, her voice sharp with judgment. "Don't tell me she's still sleeping at this hour?" Liam placed his fork down carefully, his face expressionless. "She was exhausted last night. I told her to sleep in." Rachel's breath caught slightly, but her tone remained critical. "Attending to her husband is her duty as a wife." Liam regarded his mother with cool eyes. "Mom, let's be honest—you simply don't approve of her." Rachel couldn't deny that feeling. She wondered if Allison was genuinely oblivious to her implications or merely pretending not to understand. She leaned forward, her voice softening with maternal concern. "Son, why are you so determined to be with her? There are countless women in this

Author's POVAllison wasn't the most cunning wolf in the pack, but she could certainly discern right from wrong. Miranda was merely looking for an excuse to exact revenge, but Allison had a mission today."Why don't you just call and have them bring the coffee up?" Allison suggested, keeping her tone neutral despite the irritation bubbling beneath her skin. She carefully masked her natural alpha scent—a talent she'd perfected over years of practice.Miranda's eyes narrowed, her beta status apparent in the way she tried to assert dominance. "Everyone has different preferences. It's hard to explain over the phone. And Henry likes his coffee without milk.""Miranda, you're clearly just looking for trouble," Nicole interjected, coming to Allison's defense. "We're all swamped with work, and you're sending Allison on coffee runs?"Allison maintained her composure, though her wolf bristled beneath the surface. "I'd be happy to help when I'm not busy, but I have urgent work that needs my atte