All Chapters of Silent Contract Rearing Mates : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The mansion woke in whispers.Lena stirred at dawn to the sound of rain brushing against the glass walls, a rhythmic lullaby over silence. The fire had burned to embers in the library hearth, and pale light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in silver. For a moment, she forgot where she was until her gaze fell upon the silver crescent pendant resting on her collarbone.Last night hadn’t been a dream.The contract was real. The mansion, the man, the silence all of it.She rose, brushing ash from her clothes, and found a note slipped under the door. The handwriting was Damien’s elegant, deliberate, almost carved into the paper:Breakfast. East veranda. 7 a.m.No greeting, no name. Just instruction.She smiled faintly. A man who writes like he commands the moon, she thought.When she found the veranda, it was like stepping into a dream. The forest spread beyond the glass railing, mist curling between the pines. A long table was set for two, yet only one seat was occupied.D

The forest was restless.For three nights, Damien did not return. The mansion grew colder, the staff vanished one by one, and the silence that once protected Lena began to suffocate her. Every creak of the floorboards, every sigh of wind felt like the house was whispering secrets she wasn’t meant to hear.She spent her hours in the library, tracing the faded ink of the red book she had sworn not to open again. But its words burned into her memory—the drawings, the dates, her own portrait labeled The Mute Oracle.Who had she been a century ago?And why did Damien look at her as though time had simply looped back on itself?On the fourth night, the moon rose red.The pendant around her neck grew warm, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. Then footsteps.Slow. Heavy. Familiar.Damien stood at the doorway, his black coat shredded, mud and blood streaking his hands. His eyes glowed faintly silver in the firelight.Lena’s breath hitched. She ran to him without thinking, catching his arm before

Lena awoke aching, her muscles stiff and leaden on the stone podium. Each shallow breath came with effort. Morning light seeped in, barely disturbing the slumbering figures around her. It took a moment to recall where she was and the pain she’d endured.Then she felt the warmth beside her.Not the burning agony of last night, but true, human warmth Damien’s warmth. The steady thud of his heartbeat was soothing. The faint scent of damp earth lingered in the air, promising solace.Her eyes opened.He lay on his side, one arm beneath his head, the other near hers. His hair, usually neat, now fell in messy strands. His lashes were still damp with tears. His breathing, uneven but alive, ghosted the space between them.Lena did not move.Something about him, in this fragile state, felt sacred.Damien had broken last night in a way Lena had never seen. Despite her experience as a child psychologist, his suffering was beyond comprehension. Watching the tension in his fingers and chest pulled

After the Anchor Mark awakened, time seemed to slow. Each heartbeat drew Lena further into a fate she’d never chosen and bound her more tightly to Damien’s world. But it wasn’t only the distance between them that shifted.It was awareness. Connection. Consequences. On the first night, Lena jolted awake to the quiet sound of someone else breathing. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Silver moonlight spilled across the floor from the balcony, washing over Damien as he stood motionless, bare-chested, his eyes faintly glowing like the curse was still alive inside him. “Damien?” she whispered. He drew a sharp breath, his body rigid. “I felt pain,” he murmured. “From you.” Lena’s hand flew to the Anchor Mark. “I didn’t ” “You dreamed,” he said. “You cried.” Her voice wavered. “How did you know?” “This bond,” he said quietly, “lets me feel what you feel. Like your emotions are my own.” Lena didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The truth was, she had dreamed. She saw the endless corridor of past lives,

The Bond, the Breath, and the BeginningThe world came back to Lena slowly, like a lantern flickering to life in a room long drowned in darkness.At first, there was only warmth.Not feverish heat, not curse burn, not the searing agony that had torn through her body moments before this warmth was soft, steady, and strangely familiar. It wrapped around her like a cloak, like a promise whispered from another lifetime.Then came the scentcedarwood, rain, smoke.Damien.Her breath caught before she even opened her eyes.A shadow shifted beside her, tense but gentle, as if afraid to breathe too loudly. The air hummed with a quiet, anxious energy that could belong only to one man.“Lena…” His voice was barely a whisper, raw with fear and relief all tangled together. “Please… wake up.”She opened her eyes.Damien’s face hovered above hers pale, battered, but breathtakingly alive. His normally sharp, stoic expression was completely undone. His eyes held nights of grief and centuries of yearni