Todos los capítulos de Alpha Daddies: To Break The Contract : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Elena“It’d been so many years since Mom and I had talked like this,” I sighed, my voice quieter now, as if even saying it out loud made me realize just how much time had been stolen from us, “And I just realized, a lot of the things—we both could have avoided them. A lot of the distance between us wouldn’t have been created in the first place if we had both just let go of the ideas we had of each other.”“So guilt,” Ashton concluded the whole situation as quickly as ever, his eyes staying on me as though he had already pieced together everything I had been struggling to put into words, “That’s what’s been eating you up this whole time.”Another sigh slipped past my lips, heavier this time, and I looked at both of them, my fingers fumbling together in my lap because I didn’t know what else to do with all the emotions suddenly sitting so heavily inside me, “I know I shouldn’t feel guilty,” I admitted, my throat tightening around the words, “But I just can’t help it. All these years—I s

Elena What happened after breakfast—I didn’t really need to say.Ashton had drawn every last bit of strength out of me, and Jax?He had joined him gladly.By the time I finally made my way downstairs, I could still feel the lingering aftermath of what had happened upstairs. I forced my legs to move normally, my expression carefully composed as I descended the staircase, putting on my best facade to make sure I didn’t look like a thoroughly fucked woman.Or, worse—smell like one.The thought alone made heat crawl up my neck.Imagine being a virgin and somehow smelling like everything related to sex.Absolutely humiliating.Thankfully, Ashton and Jax had gone downstairs a while ago, giving me enough time to pull myself together—or at least pretend that I had.I entered the dining room expecting the usual scene.Instead, I stopped dead.Mom was there.Actually there.Sitting at the breakfast table as if nothing unusual had happened, calmly having her breakfast with the same strange ski

The amusement that had been lingering on my face vanished, replaced by a jolt of shock.I pushed myself to my feet.“Are you here to stay?”He smiled.That same fucking smile.The one that never reached his eyes. The one that carried nothing but malicious intent beneath its polished surface.“I never knew you were so good at reading the room, beautiful.”He slipped his hands into his pockets and began walking toward me.Slowly.Deliberately.Until he stopped right in front of me.My body screamed at me to disappear.To run.To get as far away from him as humanly possible.But fuck my luck.Fear was exactly what this bastard liked.The more of it I showed him, the more he enjoyed it.So I forced myself to remain where I was, refusing to give him the satisfaction.“Yes,” he said casually. “I’m here to stay.”One hand came out of his pocket and slid through his perfectly styled hair.Of course he was dressed impeccably.Expensive clothes. Perfectly tailored. Not a single strand of hair o

ElenaThinking of the word humble—Ashton, last time, had humbled Henry pretty fucking well. Bloodied and blue and covered in bandages, that’s how he’d left the fucking house. And I didn’t know if that memory had somehow failed him because Henry, over here, didn’t make a single move to back away, even though it was painfully evident that he was being threatened.And then he opened his mouth. “My soldiers are stationed everywhere across this pack—every fucking exit is covered. They are armed, with silver guns that have been made with the money you have not even seen in your entire fucking life,” his voice dropped lower, turning into something far more sinister, “I have rogues on my side. Your enemies who would be too fucking glad to let you die in my hands and, in fact, pay extra just to have a scene. So as far as I see it—you standing here, threatening me? That’s asking for death, and trust me….” He chuckled, the sound so malicious that it grated against every one of my nerves.“It’d b

ElenaThinking of the word humble—Ashton, last time, had humbled Henry pretty fucking well. Bloodied and blue and covered in bandages, that’s how he’d left the fucking house. And I didn’t know if that memory had somehow failed him because Henry, over here, didn’t make a single move to back away, even though it was painfully evident that he was being threatened.And then he opened his mouth. “My soldiers are stationed everywhere across this pack—every fucking exit is covered. They are armed, with silver guns that have been made with the money you have not even seen in your entire fucking life,” his voice dropped lower, turning into something far more sinister, “I have rogues on my side. Your enemies who would be too fucking glad to let you die in my hands and, in fact, pay extra just to have a scene. So as far as I see it—you standing here, threatening me? That’s asking for death, and trust me….” He chuckled, the sound so malicious that it grated against every one of my nerves.“It’d b