All Chapters of Alpha Daddies: To Break The Contract : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ElenaAs he dragged me into my father’s office, my claws shot out in irritation, and I lunged for his face.“You piece of—!”“Elena!” The single word cracked through the air.I froze mid-strike—my claws hovering inches from Ashton’s skin.And worse… he didn’t even flinch.He just stood there, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes, his hands resting loosely at his sides. He didn’t move to stop me. Didn’t even tense.Like I wasn’t a threat at all.Silence stretched between us.A few seconds passed. I didn’t look at my father. Not yet.My gaze stayed locked on Ashton.Something sharp and unspoken coiled between us, tightening… tightening—Until it snapped.“What are you doing, my dear?” My father’s voice cut in again, softer this time—but threaded with confusion.I finally turned to him.Ashton still hadn’t moved.“Why…” My voice came out too loud, too raw—but I forced it back under control. He might be my father, but he was still the Alpha. And he had always cared more about that

SashaI cried the entire night.I didn’t even know why, not when my fate had already been sealed days ago. Nothing had changed. Nothing was going to change. And yet something about last night had cracked me open in a way I hadn’t expected. It hurt—God, it hurt so badly. The sobs wouldn’t stop, and neither would the tears. It felt endless, like something inside me had finally given up.At some point, exhaustion dragged me under, and I fell asleep with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks.I woke up with a pounding headache. Without thinking much of it, I grabbed a couple of pills and swallowed them dry. They always said not to take medication on an empty stomach. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath. It’s not like I was human anyway. And if it did affect me—if something this small managed to kill me—then maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. My existence had never truly been mine. It had always been meant to serve others.I showered, dried my hair, and slipped into a simple dress

ElenaFor a second, I didn’t know how to speak.I was already teetering on the edge in every possible way—desire, pain, frustration—and he was pushing me further, stripping away whatever control I had left.I grabbed his hand and pulled it off my mouth, sucking in a sharp breath.“What do you want, Ashton?” I asked, my voice raw—frayed, stripped of its usual strength.“Stay away from Jax.” He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t soften it. “Don’t push him.”A humorless chuckle slipped past my lips.“Don’t push him?” I tilted my head, stepping closer instead of backing down. “Your brother was the one who came after me.” My eyes locked onto his. “So why don’t you go lecture him?”I leaned in, my voice dropping, sharper now.“Oh, wait—he wouldn’t give a fuck about your opinion, would he?” My lips nearly brushed his. “That’s why you’re here. Coming after me instead.”His jaw tightened, something dark flickering behind his eyes.“What you’re trying to do is going to start wars, Elena,” Ashton muttered,

ElenaWe’d walked into the backyard.If it could even be called that anymore.A garden lay sprawled before us—neglected, dying. Petals shriveled into themselves, stems bent and brittle, soil cracked like something long abandoned. Everything here was withering.Just like my hopes.Henry walked beside me, silent. Watching.He hadn’t taken his eyes off me once.Not for a second.And the longer that gaze lingered against my skin, the more it crawled—like something alive, something vile, slithering beneath my flesh.I wanted to run.I wanted to disappear.“So…” His voice finally cut through the suffocating quiet.I stopped walking.My breath caught somewhere in my throat.“I won’t beat around the bush, Elena. I am just really curious.” He stepped closer—too close—until he was standing right in front of me, invading every inch of space I had left. “How are you so beautiful and still a virgin?”The question hit like a slap.Not just uncomfortable——but cruel.Because I had saved myself.Save

ElenaMy father stood there, his eyes flicking from Henry to Ashton—pausing at the blood coating Ashton’s hands, dark and unmistakably Henry’s—before sweeping toward me and Jax.I was still in his arms.Still trembling.And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop.His gaze moved again, taking in everything—the blood smeared across the wall, the violence etched into the room, Henry barely standing—But it lingered on Ashton’s claws.Longer than it should have.Low.Calculating.“What happened over here?” he pressed.Not worried.Not alarmed.Just…assessing.And then his eyes settled fully on me.Taking in the way I clung to Jax.The way my body shook.The way I couldn’t even hold myself together.But there was nothing on his face.No concern.No anger.No protectiveness.Just cold.Empty, cold.“Is anyone going to answer me?” His voice hardened, pressing down on the room—and I knew that tone.He wanted an answer.From me.Demanded it.He stepped forward, his gaze still locked on me