บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Daddies: To Break The Contract : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

ElenaI didn't know how long I'd been crying.Dad had stopped knocking at some point. And then — quieter, softer — another knock came.I didn't answer.Could still be him.But then it came again. That same careful knock. "He's gone, Elena." Ashton's voice, low and steady through the door. "Open up, Princess.""No." My voice came out wrecked. "Go away. I don't want to see anyone."Silence stretched. Then — "Open the door, Little Wolf." Jax this time. "We want to talk to you.""I don't want to talk." I lifted my face from the pillow just enough to yell it. "I feel like absolute shit.""That's exactly why we're here," Ashton said. Gentler now. So gentle it almost hurt worse. "Just a few minutes. That's all. Please."I shook my head even though they couldn't see me."Don't make me break the door down, Little Wolf." Jax again — soft, but with something underneath it. The kind of soft that was one wrong answer away from not being soft anymore."Asshole." Fresh tears burned down my face. "Go

ElenaThe air in the room thickened almost instantly as I raised the locket in my trembling hand.Silence followed right after.Jax’s shoulders visibly tensed beside me while Ashton’s eyes darkened with something unreadable, something painful, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them as I stared at the silver locket resting in my palm—the only thing I had left of him.“I still haven’t managed to find his killer…” I whispered, my voice shaking apart around the words, “Sometimes I wonder if he’d ever forgive me for that.”A quiet sigh slipped past Jax’s lips at that. He shifted closer to me without hesitation until his warmth surrounded me entirely, and then his hand came up to cup my face gently. His thumb brushed beneath my eyes, wiping away my tears with a tenderness that only made my chest hurt more.“It wasn’t your fault, Little Wolf,” he said softly, his gaze holding mine steadily, “I’m sure he understands that.”A bro

Elena “Brothers…”The word crashed through the room and suddenly everything froze. Not metaphorically—actually froze. Jax and Ashton went completely still beside me, their bodies locking so suddenly it felt unnatural. Neither of them moved, breathed, or even blinked. The atmosphere shifted instantly, tension swallowing the room whole.I looked between them in confusion.Brothers?They had a sister?Before I could process the revelation, Dad suddenly broke into a grin.“Oh, Monica,” he said warmly as he walked toward her with open arms, “I’m glad you came.”And then he hugged her.Like they were old friends.What the fuck?My stomach twisted painfully.Dad invited her?Why?“Well, I got your email last night and decided not to delay,” Monica smiled smoothly as she pulled away from the hug. Something about her smile instantly made my skin crawl. It looked too polished. Too perfect. Like a predator pretending to be harmless.Then her eyes swept across the room.“So,” she asked lightly,

ElenaThe moment the question left my mouth, a deadly silence stretched across the room. Neither of the twins said a word, but the visible tension in their bodies told me everything I needed to know.So I quickly added, “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable telling me yet.” I looked between them. “I understand.”A quiet sigh slipped past Ashton’s lips. “It’s not about you, Princess. It’s just… it’s just that—” He hesitated, unable to finish.“It hurts to remember?” I finished softly for him, and something flickered in his eyes—something raw enough to tell me I was right.“As fucked up as Monica is,” Jax finally said, his voice low and strained, “a part of us still sees her as our sister. And the fact that our own sister did something so horrible to us…” He swallowed hard. “It’s something we’ve struggled for years to come to terms with.”My chest tightened. “What did she do?”For a few moments, silence swallowed the room whole before Jax finally spoke again.“The day our mate died,” he

ElenaLike the agreement settled between us, I was out here spying on Dad and Monica as they lingered at the breakfast table long after they’d finished eating. I sat on the sofa in front of the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the way the boring 1968 movie unfolded—although I hated the character Joey. She was a total bitch of a mother. Just like mine, who was upstairs having a mental breakdown, screaming at the maids over her red dress.At this point, I knew it was no longer about the dress.She was just trying to vent her frustration.And the maids were the easier target.Helpless, of course.I glanced back for a second, watching Dad and Monica.“Well, your wife’s having quite the mental breakdown, Gabe,” she chuckled, clearly entertained by it. “Don’t you think you should go check on her?” Her fingers traced lazily along the side of his face.Okay, fuck.They really did have something going on.That much was obvious.“Let her be,” he shrugged off casually—far too casually for a man