บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Contract Bride : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 58

The southern fields stretched wide beneath the morning sun, golden and endless.Sarah moved through them alone.Her hands were blistered from gripping the scythe. Sweat clung to her brow. Dirt stained the hem of her dress. Wolves passed occasionally, some watching, some whispering, none offering help.Her punishment was deliberate.Visible.Humbling.Every swing of the blade reminded her that she had fallen.And yet her pride had not died.Not entirely.Across the clearing, Darius inspected the new patrol formations. His presence commanded attention effortlessly. Even at a distance, he radiated authority. Strength. Control.Sarah’s eyes lingered too long.She told herself it was admiration.But it was something more dangerous.He had chosen Seraphina.He had defended her.He had elevated her.And still, some reckless part of Sarah wonderedWhat if he had chosen differently?Later that afternoon, Darius dismissed the guards and walked the perimeter alone. His thoughts were heavy with r

Morning came too quickly.Seraphina woke before Darius, her eyes tracing the strong line of his jaw as he slept. For a moment, he looked younger, less burdened, less like an Alpha and more like the man she had fallen for.But memory returned quickly.The kiss.The avoidance.The confession.Her wolf did not snarl anymore, but it had not forgotten.She slipped from the bed quietly and dressed in a fitted training tunic instead of her usual flowing Luna attire. Today was not for softness.Today was for clarity.By mid-morning, word had spread that the Alpha and Luna had summoned Sarah to the courtyard.The entire pack felt it.Something decisive was about to happen.Sarah stood in the center of the stone courtyard when they arrived. She had been pulled from field duty early. Dirt still clung to her hands.Her eyes flicked from Darius to Seraphina.She understood immediately.This was not private.This was a deliberate act to disgrace her publicly.Seraphina stepped forward first.She di

The pack grew quieter.Not because it was ordered.But because grief has a way of lowering every voice within its reach.Seraphina remained in bed for three days straight.The doctor’s command had been clear. One week of complete rest, no shifting, no strain and no council matters.Her body was healing.Her heart was not, she's still grieving from her loss.A loss that cannot be erased.Sunlight filtered through the curtains each morning, warm and golden, but she barely noticed. Her hand often drifted unconsciously to her abdomen.Flat.Empty.She had not known.That was the part that haunted her most.“I should have felt it,” she whispered one afternoon.Darius sat beside her, reviewing reports he had no real focus on. He set them aside immediately.“You were barely weeks gone,” he said gently. “Even the doctor said it would have been nearly impossible to sense.”She shook her head.“I am not a normal wolf.”No.She wasn’t.Her wolf was ancient, powerful and different.And still....

The gates remained sealed through the night.By morning, however, the pack grounds looked almost ordinary again. Wolves moved between duties. Patrols rotated. The scent of rain still clung to the earth, washing away the visible traces of chaos.But beneath that fragile calm, vigilance sharpened.Seraphina stood in the training courtyard at dawn, dressed not in silk or ceremonial fabric, but in fitted leather designed for training .The cool air brushed against her healing skin, and for the first time in days, she felt something close to clarity.Darius approached quietly.“You are certain about this,” he said.“Yes.”“You are still recovering.”“I am recovering,” she corrected. “Not retreating, I need to do something productive.”He studied her carefully. She was pale but steady. The grief remained in her eyes, but it no longer get the best of her.“What do you need from me,” he asked.“Rhyden,” she answered immediately. “And your approval.”“You already have both.”Within the hour, Rh