All Chapters of Alpha Daddies: To Break The Contract : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ElenaWhen Stephen and I stepped out of the examination room, Ashton and Jax were already waiting in the hallway.Neither of them looked the least bit anxious.Not even a little.Where I had spent the last several minutes convinced my world was about to come crashing down, they stood there with an almost infuriating calmness. Their shoulders were relaxed, their expressions composed, as though no matter how many storms came their way, they would simply weather them without breaking.I found myself staring at them for a moment.How?How were they this calm?Had they truly trusted Stephen this much… or were they only pretending to be fearless for my sake?Before I could think any further, Stephen stopped directly in front of them instead of continuing down the hallway.I blinked.God.This man really was impossible to understand.Even after agreeing to help us, he somehow still managed to look as though he was about to declare war on the two brothers.He tucked both hands into the pocket

ElenaWhen Ashton had whispered that he’d help me, I’d gotten his hint straight away. Every last drop of doubt had vanished the moment his hand slid into my pants and found my heat. And the rest?It was history.I didn’t know how many times I’d come apart in his hands. He’d only stopped when every other thought had left my mind, and the only thing I could think about was his fingers against my folds.I breathed heavily, my head thrown back against Ashton’s shoulder, my body shaking, my hips like jelly, and sweat gliding down my neck while Ashton slid his fingers into his mouth.God—these were monsters.But fuck, I loved these monsters.I didn’t know how far we’d come, but we’d driven far enough that the number of houses had started to thin out. There were more open fields, more scattered cottages, and village-like structures stretching into the distance. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d come to this side of the pack, but fortunately, it seemed untouched by Dad and his idea o

Elena“What do you want, Monica?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as a dull ache settled behind my eyes. “I really don’t have the energy to listen to your nonsense right now after all the shit that’s happened.”“Don’t worry, I’m not here to talk shit,” she replied almost immediately, raising both hands slightly as if trying to prove she meant no harm. “It’s going to take ten minutes—not a second more than that. I promise.”I studied her for a long moment, searching her face for the smugness or sarcasm I had grown so accustomed to seeing whenever we crossed paths, but neither came. Instead, she simply stood there, looking strangely… uncertain. I let out another tired sigh, weighed my options for a few seconds, then stepped aside.“Come on in, then.”She gave me a small nod before stepping inside. I closed the door behind her, the click echoing through the quiet house, and motioned toward the living room.“Please, sit.”She thanked me with another quiet nod and lowered herself

ElenaI bit back a groan.Fuck.Why was I here again?"I am not lying," I tried to say, my voice coming out muffled as Ashton's teeth continued to toy with my bottom lip. A second later, his tongue darted out, brushing over the spot in a slow, teasing lick that sent literal shivers racing down my spine. Damn him. I was far too familiar with the warmth of his tongue—and the places it usually wandered to. Nope. Absolutely not. I wasn't going to think about that. Not even in my own head.He leaned in to bite my lip again, but this time I gathered what little willpower I had left. Planting both hands against his chest, I shoved him back with a huff. "Asshole! I am here to talk about something. You can't keep distracting me!"A low chuckle escaped Ashton as he finally relented, slipping both hands into the pockets of his trousers. "Fine, speak. But after that..." He took a slow step closer, his dark eyes never leaving mine, the intensity in them enough to make my pulse stumble. The corner

JaxIt’d be a lie to say Monica’s tears didn’t fool me for the first few seconds. They looked real enough, at least at first glance, and perhaps a small, pathetic part of me had been waiting for years to see some remorse in her eyes. But I knew better than my brother did, or at least I liked to think I did. So when the silence began to stretch between us, heavy and uncomfortable, I opened my mouth before Ashton could say anything.“Stop those crocodile tears, Mon.” The old nickname slipped out before I could stop it, the same one I used to call her years ago when we were still a family instead of three people standing in a room with enough hatred between us to suffocate the air. The moment the word left my mouth, I regretted it. I had meant to sound indifferent, detached, like none of this mattered to me anymore, but instead, I had given her a glimpse of something I had spent years trying to bury.She let out a bitter little chuckle, wiping at the tears gathering beneath her eyes. “Yo