Semua Bab The Contract Bride of the Lycan King : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The pack house buzzed with noise that morning. Everyone hurried from one place to another, preparing for Emily’s eighteenth birthday celebration. Suri moved quickly towards the main building to answer Luna Amelia’s summons. Every muscle in her body still ached from the endless chores she had done since the day before for Emily’s special day. All she wanted was to escape to the river, swim in the cool water, and then sleep for a very long time. When she reached the Alpha quarters, she knocked lightly on Emily’s door before pushing it open. Luna Amelia stood in the middle of the room with both fists planted on her hips, glaring at Suri the moment she stepped inside. Suri’s heart gave a sharp jump when she saw Emily’s cheeks wet with tears and the beautiful dress, the same one Suri had collected from the laundry that morning, crumpled on the bed beside her. “Luna, you sent for me,” Suri said, keeping her voice calm and even. Luna Amelia closed the distance between them in two angry

“What?!” Suri burst out before she could stop the word from escaping. Over her dead body.Her father met her outburst with a flat, emotionless stare. “It is not a topic for discussion.”Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. He had already stolen so much from her: her birthright, her freedom, any real voice in the pack. But this one thing, her right to choose her own happiness and the person she would share her life with, belonged to her alone. It had to.“I refuse it,” she said through clenched teeth. “I know the King wants your heir, and I am not that heir. If you force me, I will tell him you are only deceiving him.”Fury flashed in his eyes like lightning. He stepped out from behind his desk in one swift motion and struck her with the back of his hand. Her head snapped to the side. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as her teeth sliced into the side of her tongue.“You dare defy me?” he snarled. “Your father and your Alpha? For twenty years, I have suffered the afflicti

King Ragnar extended the terms of the contract toward his Beta, Dray, who passed it along to Alpha Lawrence with a look of silent steel. Lawrence’s eyes darted across the documents with a careless speed that made Ragnar raise a brow. It was unsettling; only hours ago, this man had been grovelling, begging for any other solution. Now, he seemed desperate to wash his hands of the entire affair, barely glancing at the fine print that would seal his daughter’s fate. “Give it to the girl to read,” Ragnar said after Lawrence had signed the papers. Girl. The word felt like a slap. Suri felt a surge of volcanic anger rise in her chest, a desire to rain fire and brimstone down on both of these men. Instead, she clamped her jaw shut, digging her nails into her palms as she drew a long, shaky breath. One. Two. Three... She counted to ten, forcing the “wildcat” back into its cage. “My name is Su—Emily,” she said with all the calm she could muster. Ragnar’s eyes stayed cool and flat. “I don’t

The wedding reception was buzzing with people who looked like they belonged on magazine covers. Everyone was dressed to impress—sparkling jewels, sharp suits, flowing gowns that shimmered under the chandeliers. The air felt thick with expensive perfume, quiet laughter, and the low hum of power. Different kinds of shifters, different levels of importance, all mixed together in one glittering room. Suri felt tiny in the middle of it all. No familiar faces. No friends from university. Just a sea of Lycans who stared at her like she was some rare animal on display. She kept her back straight anyway, fingers wrapped tightly around Ragnar’s arm. He was still terrifyingly tall, silent, and radiating that icy calm, but at least he was the one person here who had brought her into this chaos. Her back throbbed with every step, the whip marks burning under the fancy dress. She told herself she just had to get through tonight. Then she could collapse into bed and sleep like she’d been hit by a t

When Suri reached the point where she could no longer keep up with the bling, Nana finally came to her rescue by asking a servant to lead her back to the mansion for some rest. She felt nothing but relief as she left the heavy, suffocating air of the wedding reception behind. As the maid led her through the hallways of the mansion, she noticed that the house felt strangely empty and quiet. There were no servants rushing about, no guards standing at every corner like in her father’s pack house. “Why is it so quiet?” she couldn’t help but ask. “These are the King’s private quarters,” the girl answered politely. “He doesn’t have servants?” “He does. But the King… he likes order, peace, and quiet. That’s why his quarters are kept private. Servants and others come in only when needed.” Suri nodded and said nothing. They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they reached a large, beautifully furnished master bedroom, the maid went straight into the bathroom to prepare Suri’s bath