All Chapters of The Don's Contract Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damien's POVArriving at the bus stop, I realized the place was quite lonely, which is unusual.While in the car, observing the place, I suddenly ran my fingers through my coat, intending to bring out the ledger, but it was a lollipop that came out.Staring at it reminded me of the kid I met earlier, before that thug. Two hours ago, on our way out of the palace, I saw the kid at a crosswalk not too far from the palace.He looked lost though, just staring at the pedestrians that passed by with delight.I was just curious and, goodness, I could see myself in him. His fingers were raking his hair, and then he smoothed it.A habit I was fond of, and I ended up staring from the window.I had to stop Daven just to say hi to the kid who blessed my heart with his adorable appearance.When I came out of the car to address him, he seemed pleased, smiling as though he was waiting for me."Hi," I greeted, trying not to scare him off, but he waved, acting all timid."Alpha Damien, right?" he asked

RosieI let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “You gave me a chance to speak. I… I didn’t think they’d actually listen.”He gave a half‑smile, the kind that hinted at the boy I’d first met in the garden, before all the blood and politics. “They listen when they see something they can’t control. You gave them a vision they can’t ignore.”“Two days from now,” Damien continued, his eyes scanning the empty hall as if the walls themselves might be listening, “the gathering will be packed. The northern lords will be there, and the pack will see that we’re not just surviving—we’re expanding. I need you beside me, not just as a voice, but as a symbol.”I nodded, the idea of standing on a raised platform, of being seen by hundreds of eyes, both exhilarating and terrifying. “I’ll be there. I’ll say what needs to be said.”He reached out, his fingers brushing the back of my hand—a brief, grounding touch. “And after the gathering, we’ll deal with the fallout. There will be whispers

Damien’s POVFor a moment, the manor felt less like a prison and more like a stage set for the performance of a lifetime.We descended the staircase together.As we reached the main hall, the council members began to file in, their faces of curiosity and veiled hostility. I could feel their eyes on us, measuring, calculating.Rosie slipped her hand into mine, her fingers warm and firm. “Remember,” she whispered, “they’re watching us, but they’ll never see the strings we pull.”I squeezed back, a silent acknowledgment that the game had truly begun. The doors to the council chamber swung open, and the murmurs of the pack faded into a low hum as we stepped forward.***Rosie's POVThe elders, old wolves whose faces were etched with years of power and suspicion, sat in a semi‑circle, their eyes fixed on him like hawks watching a mouse.I took a breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle in my chest.This was it. The first time Damien had ever asked me to stand beside him in front of

Harry's POV"Alright, boys, it's late, time for bed," I interrupted, moving to grab Chris, who seemed exhausted from explaining."Yes, Harry," the chorus, even though with a crackle. Chris was the first to run to the bedroom, but Colton was still in the living room with me.His fingers prickled his nose as he thinned his lips."When will we get to see her? Just once, Harry, just so we don't get to think she abandoned us," he grumbles, barely pronouncing the words properly.I ruffled his hair and smiled warmly to encourage him."Trust me, it's definitely going to be soon, don't you like surprises?" I asked, staring into his eyes and waiting for a response from him.He sniffs and parts his mouth to produce a statement, but then my phone beeps in my pants pocket.I shifted my gaze to my back, as that seemed like a distraction."I don't know, I'd give you a reply by dawn," he said, and before I could turn my gaze to look at him again, he had slipped away to the bedroom.Somehow, I can tel

Rosie's POVAt first, he seemed startled by the meal he had prepared for me as his eyes stared at the plates."I cooked them," he suddenly said, as though in a trance and just jerked back to reality.There's a plate of toasted bread in his hand as it seems his love for bread is enthralling.Even if I didn't want to sound excited, his smile was infectious."What do you think princess? I organize cooking competitions with me involved in it.""To prove what your cooking skills are?" I added, coming out of the counter feeling reeled for more.He takes a bite of his bread and then chews, feeling the taste all at once, before responding to me."It's basically to win back my award," he confesses in between his teeth as he seems proud of his confession.I scoffed at him, stunned by his words while trying so hard not to burst into laughter."You're a crook," I joked, chuckling at him as he snickered back."And you'r