All Chapters of The Alpha's Contract Mistress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I couldn’t have heard him properly. “What do you mean by ‘grant you a child’?” I questioned, unable to process what he’d just said.“We’ve had unprotected sex twice now, the chance you’re already pregnant is, well, high. In nine months, you’d be in labour and after you’ve birthed the child, you’re free to leave.”My heart dropped into my stomach. ‘One thing about striking deals with the Devil is that oftentimes you are required to pay back more than you’d received.’ His own words reechoed in my mind.I hadn’t been taking the afterpills, I realized. I’d grown so comfortable around him, I’d become reckless.I shook my head slowly. “No.” I whispered, “You can’t ask that of me.”“Actually, I can.”“Cassian—I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. But please… don’t do this.”“This, had always been the plan, Eloise. You could never pay up what you owe, and I told you, I never make deals which don’t profit me.”“I won’t do it. I will never give you a child. You’d hav

Once again, I was running away with nowhere to no idea of where I was heading to. I couldn’t go back to the Bishop’s Establishment now, so that meant I’d have to figure out something else.I shoved the necklace Celia had given me, along with the cash I had left into the pocket of my pants. It was an hour away from midnight. I needed something—a distraction. My gaze fell on the pen sitting on the table. I picked it up, along with a sheet of paper.I shut my eyes, picturing the image of the little girl in the picture Jefferson had given to me. I tried recalling every feature of her face before I began drawing.Thirty minutes later, I was done. I stared at my work. ‘Close enough,’ I thought to myself, before gently folding the paper and placing it in my pocket too.At exactly midnight, there was a knock on my door. I let Rosalia in. “Quick, wear this,” she handed me a black hooded coat. I quickly put it on. The hood shielded most of my face.She put on an identical coat. “Drink this

CASSIAN’S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when I’d told her the price she’d have to pay for her freedom.It was a cruel thing to ask a woman, and even more cruel knowing what she’d been through, yet I’d done it anyway, simply because I was far from ready to let her go.The truth was that a child was never part of the plan, not until I’d watched her jump right in front of a bullet to protect the fool who’d taken everything from her. The bullet could have killed her—and the thought of losing her had filled me with… fear. More than I’d ever felt before. That’s when I’d realized how deep into this mess I was, because I was no longer willing to let her go.“She believes I’m a good person—goodness she watched me rip out a man's heart from his chest and she still believes I am a good person,” I said to my mother, as I paced her apartment. “Why can’t she open her eyes and see that I am exactly the monster everyone says I am?” I questioned, “Why does she always have t

ELOISE’S POVBright lights flooded my vision, and I squinted. It took a moment for my eyes to finally settle into the light.I was on a bed, in an unfamiliar room. I tried moving, only to flinch at the searing pain in my abdomen, but that wasn’t the only discomfort I’d notice. My both hands had also been restrained with cuffs to the bed. ‘Where was I?’ I wondered to myself.I tried pulling back memories from the previous night, all I could remember was being stabbed by Rosalia and… It was like a chunk of my memory was missing. What the hell?“Good morning, beautiful.” I would have sworn it was my imagination if he wasn’t sitting right there, on the couch, watching me with the brightest smile on his face. My ex-mate, Jefferson Scott.I jerked against the bed, the movement left my abdomen throbbing with pain, but I didn’t stop, I pulled harder against the cuffs.“You’ll rip open your stitches, and then I’ll have to re-stitch you up again, and something tells me that won’t be very

My wrists were covered in bruises from the number of times I’d pulled at the cuffs.There was only one way to get out of this. I’d have to get the key, but the problem was, Jefferson always had it in his pocket. The chances I’d be able to get it out of there was, well, low.Speaking of the devil. Jefferson walked in with a tray of food.“Good morning beautiful,” he greeted, “I brought you some food—”“I’m not hungry,” I repeated, giving him the same answer I’d given him the last two times he’d tried getting me to eat.He placed the tray down. “What is the plan, Eloise? Starve yourself to death?”“That is in fact the plan. If I’m going to die, then I’ll be the one choosing how.”“I could get this food into you with or without your permission, you know,”“You should know by now that your threats don’t scare me, Scott.”He let out a breath, “What do you want? what do I have to do to get you to eat?”“Take me to my daughter.”“I can’t do that now.”“Well then I can’t eat either.”His jaw