All Chapters of The Alpha's Contract Mistress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

An Alpha’s strength is usually measured by his pack size. Yet, most Alphas would rather run smaller packs as then they wouldn’t have to worry about revolts and constant challenge from members who believed they could do a better job at ruling if they had the title. It was cowardice in a way and yet the reality of most packs, but the Netherlands were the exemption.As the car drove through what seemed to be a mini-city, I couldn’t hold back my awe. Running a pack this big is begging to be challenged and overthrown and yet, the Netherlands Alpha was doing just that. The main pack house was huge, surrounded by an equally large training space. At the very top of the pack house was the Netherlands Emblem; a lion with the wings of an eagle. I let my gaze return to Cassian, who seemed lost in his own world. The cigarette stick in his hands had gone out, but he didn’t seem to notice that.The car came to a stop, bringing him back to himself. He tossed the burnt-out cigarette outside the w

I waited for him to say he was lying, or that what he’d just said was some kind of a joke, but he didn’t. He was telling the truth.“Cassian has a mate?”He shook his head, as if disappointed in his own Alpha. “Yes, he does.”I opened my mouth to speak, only to shut it back. I stared down at Cassian who led Rosalia back into the pack house. His arms wrapped around her waist, and only then did I realize how badly I’d messed up.I should have asked him. I should have… but how was I supposed to know? Men with mates don’t take mistresses.“I am a greedy man Eloise,” he’d said to me, but I hadn’t really understood what he’d meant, I should have taken it literally. “I think I should go,” Darrel said, and before I could give a response to that, he walked away, leaving me alone with the guilt now eating at my chest.I thought back to my time in coma, the pain I’d felt those nights Jefferson had been with another woman. I’d lost my wolf in the process, and this was what I was about to do to a

What had I done? That was the first thought on my mind the moment Cassian had walked out of the door. You’d think by now I knew better than to let my emotions get the best of me, but clearly, I didn’t, because I’d allowed Cassian’s words to get to me. The next day, when I’d heard the knock on the door, my heart sped up as I wondered if it’ll be Cassian at the other side of the door. It wasn’t—I should have known though, Cassian would never have knocked. It was a maid who’d come in with a tray of food and had silently placed it on the table before walking away.Two days went by just like that. By the third day I was pacing the room, beside myself in worry. I had to leave this room, if not I might just go insane.I took a quick bath, before putting on one of the dresses provided for me, then I headed out. What I hadn’t prepared for was the curious glances from pack members. After spending the past two years in hiding, this type of attention was the last thing I needed. The whisper

What is love? Once I’d believed I’d known what it meant. I’d believed love was what I had with Jefferson, because it had felt so real. But it wasn’t. Love was no more than an illusion—a lie told to those pathetic enough to believe it.Cassian words rang in my mind, ‘You are not allowed to fall in love with me.’ I’d heard that flicker of vulnerability in his voice when he’d told me this. I wondered if that was the mistake the other mistresses he’d kept had made.But he had nothing to worry about though, I was quite sure Jefferson had broken the part of me capable of that feeling.I stared at the mirror, hating the girl that stared back at me.The angry puncture marks down my neck hurt like a bitch, but that wasn’t the only place I was hurting. I didn’t want to think about it, I didn’t want to think about what happened only hours ago—and how I’d been stripped of my dignity in more ways than one.A mistress. That’s what he wanted me to be, and that was exactly what I was going to be.

I knew she was danger when I saw her for the first time in the pleasure house. Eloise Taleborn. The girl with the looks of an angel, yet I could tell there was hardly anything innocent about her.I could see it in her dark green eyes—the anger she lived with. I’d never seen someone with so much anger and hate. She was trouble, I could tell, and yet, I couldn’t walk away. But it wasn’t her beauty, nor the burning hate in her eyes that had drawn my attention, no. It was the electricity that had ran through me the moment I spotted her, her scent which had filled my nostrils leaving me unable perceive anything else. It was the fact that for the very first time, ever since I was told by the witch of the second entity living in me, he had spoken. ‘Mate.’ He’d whispered.It shouldn’t be possible. I already had a mate, one bonded with my true wolf, Malek. But I couldn’t deny what I’d felt, neither could I deny the voice in my head.Two weeks, that’s how long I’d tried to stay away from her,