Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 68

Morning arrived in a pale, crystalline silence.The fierce mountain blizzard had finally broken right before dawn, leaving the surrounding pine forest buried under a pristine, blinding blanket of heavy white snow. Pale sunlight filtered through the wide glass windows of the cabin, scattering golden beams across the dark wood floor and the dying embers of the river-rock hearth.Evie stirred slowly from sleep, her eyes fluttering open to the comforting warmth of the heavy fur blanket. For a few lingering, beautiful seconds, a profound sense of peace enfolded her. The memory of the previous night rushed back into her mind—the soft crackle of burning cedar, the deep reverent warmth of Damon’s mouth against hers, and the raw vulnerability of his confession.I am just a man who wants to protect the woman he loves.Her heart swelled with a quiet, certain joy. The terrifying shadow of the pack war, the corporate crisis at Rourke Tower, and the heavy secret of Marcus’s treason seemed momentari

The open vault binder remained on the dark marble island, its gold-embossed pages glowing beneath the ambient lights of the executive suite.It was nearly two in the morning when the private elevator chimed softly. The heavy glass doors slid open, and Damon stepped out into the quiet penthouse.He looked thoroughly exhausted. His dark hair was disheveled, his suit jacket discarded over his arm, and his charcoal shirt unbuttoned at the throat. The line of his jaw was hard, set in that familiar, unyielding mask he wore whenever he spent hours managing the pack war. But as he stepped into the room, his nostrils flared, drawing in the sweet, distinct scent of vanilla and rain.He stopped in his tracks.Evie sat on the plush velvet sofa opposite the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, watching him. She wore a tailored black blazer over a silk camisole and dark trousers, her hair pulled back into a sleek, low ponytail. There were no tears in her dark eyes, no trace of the quiet hurt that had shado

The Command Center archive on the eighty-second floor of Rourke Tower was a cold, subterranean sanctuary of steel and glass, isolated from the bustling corporate offices above. Low-slung fluorescent lights cast a stark, clinical glow over rows of tall server racks and high-density file cabinets housing decades of sensitive pack real estate records, structural blueprints, and encrypted land titles. The hum of cooling fans hummed constantly in the background, creating a rhythmic, white-noise wall that muffled all outside sound.Evie stood before terminal four, the leather strap of her shoulder bag pressed against her coat as she plugged her encrypted local drive into the console. She needed to archive her architectural handoff files—the complete load-bearing schematics and emergency routing updates—before her final hours in the building slipped away.Her mind was still reeling from Damon’s calculated absence. He had constructed a wall of operational noise to avoid her ultimatum, hiding

The heavy industrial override panel chimed with a harsh, high-pitched screech.A thick set of reinforced titanium blast doors slammed shut across the primary glass entrance of the archive room, sealing the frame with a terrifying, pressurized hiss. The heavy steel locks engaged one by one, their deep, metallic thuds echoing through the confined space like gunshots.Marcus stepped backward out of the doorway just before the final security barrier dropped into place. Through the narrow band of bulletproof, dual-pane glass at eye level, Evie saw his cold gray eyes glowing with a sinister amber light. He gave her a final, chilling nod, swiped his master Beta keycard to kill the internal access sensors, and turned away, leaving her engulfed in the suffocating silence of the vault."Marcus!" Evie shouted, rushing to the heavy blast door.She slammed her palms against the reinforced steel, but the sound deadened immediately against the thick soundproofin