Semua Bab Alpha Daddies: To Break The Contract : Bab 1 - Bab 10

ElenaI ran.Bare feet slapped against the rough earth, every stride slicing my skin open a little more. The ground was cold, cruel, and unyielding. My lungs burned; my heart felt like it was about to rupture. My wolf wanted to shift back—she was done, exhausted—but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when every breath was survival.I had to escape.From him. From all of them.From the life my father had signed away like I was a business transaction.Married off to Henry Richardson—the Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack, the sadist with a reputation that made grown wolves shiver. A man who collected women like trophies. Tortured them. Broke them. And then threw them away.It was a contract—the biggest, most ruthless contract in the history of this century-old pack, and I was the virgin sacrifice of it. A contract that favored my dad and Henry—but not me.I was to be the virgin bride of Henry Richardson. The sadistic monster.The contract had already been signed, because my father—the man who once

ElenaI stood on the rooftop, staring down at the borders.Guards patrolled in relentless formation, eyes sharp, movements precise. No lazy pauses. No fifteen-minute breaks. Every shift was replaced seamlessly by another team.Fuck.There was no escaping the borders anymore.I swept my gaze north, searching—desperate—for even a sliver of negligence. An unguarded path. A blind spot.Nothing.Every route was sealed shut.Fuck.Dad hadn't just prepared for my escape—he'd anticipated it.Seconds passed before I felt it.A presence.Warm. Woodsy. All restraint and dominance.Jax.I froze."It's useless, little wolf," his voice murmured right against the back of my neck, vibrating down my spine. He leaned in and plucked the binoculars from my grip. I clenched my jaw, barely stopping myself from slapping him."Pretty shitty binoculars, I must add." He lifted them to his eyes, then chuckled. "If this is your escape plan? You suck at it.""What the fuck are you doing here, Jax?" I muttered, fi

Elena I was trapped between two Alphas in the pool, their bodies pressed tight against mine, hands on me, their scents—dark cedar, sandalwood, and something uniquely male and powerful—filling the air until it was thick enough to taste. I could feel it—as if I could dart my tongue out and I’d taste it in the air.Then I felt it. The hardness of their bodies pressing into me from both front and back.Simultaneously.“Let me go,” I whispered, trying to make my voice sound strong, but it came out weak. Because, fuck, no matter how brave I was—they were lethal, and now I was here, suspended in water, in the middle of the Alphas I had tormented enough that they had every reason to kill me right here and they could get away with it.They have killed thousands.I knew it.Everyone knew it.And right now—this situation for me? It wasn’t right.“Why don’t you try going by yourself?” Jax murmured, his lips brushing near mine so I could feel their shape without a touch. Fuck.That felt good.

ElenaIf I had known what would come next, I never would’ve said it—never would’ve swallowed my pride and begged.The second the words left my mouth, the two Alphas—who had me trapped, unraveling, fucking me senseless with just their fingers—exchanged a look.A silent understanding.A decision.Ashton’s lips dipped to my ear, brushing slow, deliberate heat against my skin. “What makes you think you’ve earned it,” he murmured, voice low and cutting, “after the way you’ve been behaving?”And then—Nothing.His fingers stopped.The sudden absence hit harder than any touch.Warmth gone.Pleasure ripped away.My pussy throbbed violently, empty, aching, desperate for what had just been stolen.My eyes flew open, wide, disbelieving—locking onto Jax.A smirk spread across his lips.Cruel. Satisfied.“You’ve been a bad little wolf, Elena,” he said softly.And just like that, his fingers slipped out from beneath my panties—slow, deliberate—before he pushed them into my mouth through my parted l

ElenaFor a second after his voice reached me, I didn’t know how to react.The effects of that mind-blowing orgasm I’d just had—imagining the twins—hadn’t faded. If anything, they still clung to my body, lingering in every nerve, every pulse. And I doubted it would fade anytime soon.I cleared my throat, my fingers still sticky with my release. “What does he want?”“He wants to talk to you.”His voice sounded closer this time.That alone sent a sharp shiver down my spine.“About what?” I asked, my tone tightening.A brief pause.“About your marriage.”That word—It hit me cold.My jaw clenched instantly. “Tell him I want to sleep,” I shot back, still rooted to my spot on the bed, my body tense, coiled. “I don’t want to talk.”Silence followed from the other side.But I swore I heard it—That breath.Low. Controlled. Frustrated.I heard it too clearly.“Elena, don’t make this messy—just come out.”The irritation in his voice snapped something in me.The nerve of this asshole—acting irr