All Chapters of Alpha Daddies: To Break The Contract : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ElenaThe silence was heavy, pressing down on us. However, it wasn’t quite heavy enough to suffocate me.And then Jax spoke up.“Don’t think for a second that we both don’t understand this little game of yours, Elena,” he let out, his voice low, controlled, and clearly fucking pissed, “but I am letting this slide only because you brought your honor into this.” His hand came around my throat, gripping it tightly without choking me, his eyes burning into mine, “Or else I’d have bathed you in the blood of those fucking Richardsons and your fucking father.”His fingers squeezed my throat just slightly before he released me and walked away. I watched him disappear down the corridor, lighting a cigarette on his way because, of course, that was how he relieved his stress.However, Ashton didn’t leave.His eyes remained fixed on me.And there was something almost deadly about the way he looked at me.“What?” I asked, trying to sound unaffected beneath that stare, “Do you have something to say

ElenaRopes.Those were from the basement.Yes, I knew because those weren’t ordinary ropes. They were the ones used to tie criminals down before they were punished and tortured. I’d seen them too many times to mistake them for anything else. And somehow, Jax had managed to find some from that exact batch. Yes—those exact fucking ropes I’d watched being used on criminals.Now, before you start wondering how the hell I knew all of that, let me explain. I used to sneak around and watch whenever criminals were brought down there to receive the punishment they deserved. No, it never scared me. Maybe you could call me a psychopath for that, but the truth was…I kind of liked watching it. Back then, I’d always believed that because my father had no heir, I would one day be the one leading this pack. So I’d made him my biggest inspiration and tried to embody everything he carried—the strength, the authority, the ruthlessness…even the darkest parts of him that I had somehow managed to glorify

MonicaI was in my room when someone knocked.Three soft knocks.I froze.For some reason, the first names that came to mind were Elena and Winona.It had to be one of them.Both women were going through their own version of hell right now, and maybe that was why I thought they would come looking for me. Because if there was anyone in this godforsaken house who could understand what it felt like to have everything ripped apart while still being expected to breathe normally—It was me.I wasn't exactly doing any better.I pushed myself off the bed and crossed the room, rubbing my palms against my thighs as I walked. I didn't ask who it was.I should have.God, I should have.Instead, without thinking, I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.And there he was.Gabrielle.My fingers tightened around the doorknob.For half a second, neither of us said anything.My eyes widened ever so slightly before I forced my expression back under control.He looked terrible.His hair was messy,

MonicaMy heart… it ached.Not for the man lying in my arms so vulnerably, curled against me as though he hadn’t been the one to tear through all of our lives and leave pieces of us scattered behind him. Not for the man breathing against my chest as if he were the one who needed shelter now.It ached for the man I had loved.For the Gabrielle I had thought he was.For the man I had built inside my head from every soft word, every touch, every moment I had convinced myself meant something more than what it actually had. That version of him had once been my entire world, and perhaps that was what hurt the most—that somewhere beneath the monster I saw now, I could still remember the face of someone I had once trusted enough to place my whole heart into his hands.Silence stretched between us.Heavy.Suffocating.My chest kept tightening with every breath I took, as though my body itself was trying to reject the weight of him against me.“Why…” I whispered.My hold tightened around him de

The first cut, I expected.I expected it to land right there on my jaw. I could already feel myself bracing for it, every muscle tightening around the cold edge pressed against my skin.But it didn’t.Instead, Jax’s lips came down on mine.He kissed me deeply, and somehow the kiss was so soft, so impossibly tender, that for a second I almost forgot there was a knife pressed against my jaw.Almost.Because as the kiss deepened, the blade began to slide down.Slowly.And then?He laid a cut.Right there on my breast. Beside my sensitive nipple.I hissed. Sharp. Into the kiss.Jax smiled against my lips, still kissing me tenderly, as if he meant to destroy me with the tenderness alone. And that was what fucked with my head the most. His mouth was warm, gentle, almost loving, while the knife in his hand was anything but.Fuck.The sharp contrast of it somehow felt too good.I felt blood trickle down my breast, sliding over my stomach and pouring into my navel, and maybe, just maybe, I had