All Chapters of Contracted For The Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dominic jumped to his feet as the door to his office suddenly burst open. Thinking that there must be some sort of emergency, and feeling a spike of fear that something might have happened to Natalie, he walked around the desk toward where Davina, Paul, and Matt stood, scowling. His wolf had snapped to alertness and was pacing within him.“What the hell did you do?” demanded Matt.Surprised by not only the question but also Matt’s insubordinate behavior, Dominic frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Natalie. What did you do to her?”Both Dominic and Drak went still. “What about Natalie?”“You’ve been holed up in here all morning, so you wouldn’t be aware that she’s got the personality of a zombie right now. We can barely get any conversation out of her. She’s not even responding to Grace’s taunts, just looks through her like she’s not even there. That’s not Natalie.”No, it wasn’t, and he had the sudden urge to go see her and find out what was wrong. Instead, he simply shru

Many times, Natalie had gone on leisure walks or a run through here with Talon, but never had she gone as far as she intended to go today. Plenty of times she had heard the sound of the river in the distance, had known it was there, and had known that one day she would need to go there for some alone time.The River Kids—that was what her mom and Ava’s mom had called them. Some kids liked beaches, some kids liked swing parks, but she and Ava had liked rivers. No, they’d loved rivers. Loved the sounds, loved the surrounding wildlife, and loved paddling in the shallow water and balancing on old tree branches that crossed the expanse of the river. Something was calming about them, she thought. Right now, she needed to calm the hell down.On eventually reaching the river, she found a boulder to perch herself on and took a deep, cleansing, calming breath. Again and again, she filled her lungs with the fresh, crisp forest air, letting it relax her. The familiar smells of wet earth and pine

Dominic was beginning to wish Natalie was his true mate, even though that made him an absolute bastard where mating was concerned. He knew his curse. Knew he was cursed by the moon to never have a mate, yet he wished it anyway. He remembered how the curse came to be. A tiny screaming baby had been dumped in his arms that night. He had just wanted to help his mother’s friend get into her cottage as the good son that he was. But the second she had landed in his arms she stopped wailing and looked up at him. The next thing he knew, her mom was flapping excitedly, saying stuff like “instant connection” and “true mate.”Instead of being happy, he’d been scared. At fourteen years old, it had felt too damn weird to him to be told he had a strong bond with a tiny baby. It had even made him feel a little ill. The fact that he hadn’t felt the tug of the bond made the whole thing worse, reminding him just how closed off he was. So he stayed away from her and kept quiet about it. Her mom had prom

Dominic kept frustrating Natalie until he knew she was ready to smack him over the head. With a smirk, he lashed his hot tongue on her clit and began swirling around it, his finger spearing inside her with fast strokes. She groaned, melting into the mattress, and he growled again—approvingly.Dominic knew that Natalie wouldn’t last much longer, that she needed to come, but he couldn’t bring himself to part with her taste. It was like an aphrodisiac to him because it was creamy and zesty—and his. For as long as she was mated to him, every part of her was his; this pussy, that he loved the feel of around his cock, was his, and he needed to hear her say it.Abruptly he shoved another finger inside her, making her cry out and buck. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he gritted out as he curved his fingers inside her while pressing his thumb on her clit so that his hand was clamped around her. Eyes glazed with lust met his.“Shut the fuck up, Dom, and make me come.”He thrust his fingers dee

“Who is it?” Natalie asked Ryan.“Your dad. Only he wants to set up a meeting to discuss it in person. Any idea why?”Natalie’s heart slowed down. “My dad likes to name-drop.”“Name-drop?” Paul echoed.“There are different levels to an alliance. Most simply want the association with that pack, want to build the number of associations to look impressive.”“A little like people on social networks wanting to have a massive friends list?”“Exactly. Others want an assurance that if they ever need to call on the pack in an emergency for backup of some kind, they’ll get it. Then some are a lot like people who enjoy boasting about all the important or influential people they know—like to drop names into conversations and claim that that person is a close acquaintance to look impressive to others.”Dominic folded his arms across his chest. “So, basically, your dad wants to be able to throw my name around to deter others from fucking with him, and maybe even call on me for protection?”“Yep.”“