All Chapters of The cursed Alpha’s Contract Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Drake“How are you so sure that a mole exists?” Grandmother’s voice cut through the room, calm but heavy with authority. “You are not speaking to low-ranking men or those with little power. This clan has protected our people for more than a hundred decades. This accusation is not a light one. I hope you have enough evidence to support such a claim.”Silence followed. Not the calm kind. The kind that pressed.Grey stepped forward. Composed. Measured.The car Mrs. Crane entered was tampered with,” Grey said. “CCTV footage shows a stranger, someone who was not her assigned driver, creeping around the vehicle hours before. This shadow of a man was seen inspecting the car. Not once. Repeatedly. He was preparing a trap in a seat that didn’t belong to him.”Murmurs broke out. Low. Uneasy.“But how does that prove that one of the elders of this clan is involved?” one of the elders interrupted, his tone sharp, defensive. “This could be the act of an outsider. A setup.”Grey didn’t look at him.

AngelIt has been four days since I woke up. The pain has dulled, but the memories still linger. Drake has been here. Staying. Watching. Making sure I’m okay. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and find him there, sitting quietly like he has nowhere else to be, as if leaving were a sin.And now, he is here again. Seated beside me as the nurse tends to my wounds. He has been… different. Less arrogant, less sharp. Not the always-angry Drake. Sometimes, I catch him smiling. Real smiles. Not the cold, calculated ones. Something softer.“Little mouse, are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice felt heavy and warm.I roll my eyes slightly. “Stop calling me that,” I tease, my tone light.“Just wanted to be sure you're okay,” he insists, holding my gaze.“I’m better,” I breathe. And I mean it. Not just physically. Something in me feels… steadier.His usual hard expression seems to have faded. At least, for now. “What about the models for the campaign?” I ask.His brows draw together immedi

DrakeHours passed. Too many. I lost count somewhere between the steady beeping of the monitors and the rise and fall of her chest. The room had grown quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against you, that made every small sound feel louder than it should.I didn’t leave.I told myself I was waiting for an update. That was a lie. My eyes stayed on her. Angel lay still against the white sheets. Her breathing was steady, controlled by the rhythm of the machines beside her. The faint rise of her chest was the only thing reminding me she was still here.Unaware. Not gone. Not yet.My fingers tapped once against the armrest. Stopped. The scent in the room was wrong. Antiseptic. Cold. Not her. My jaw tightened. Nothing about this felt right. That bullet should have done something. The Siphon-Core should have reacted. It should have fed. It should have,A faint movement.It was small. Barely noticeable. Her fingers. They twitched. Once. Then again. I leaned forward slightly, my gaze sharp

AngelAfter the tests, I requested to be brought back to my room. I am back there now. The clinical air was making me feel more sick than the injury itself.I could still remember the look on Dr. Vance’s face when he walked in with the results of the MRI and CT scan.“The Siphon-Core is there, but it is very weak,” he had said, his voice filled with a quiet disbelief. “We can say this is a miracle, but you still need to come for more tests. Let’s be sure.”His words brought a great relief to me. I felt the weight lift off my chest, though Drake looked surprised, his eyes searching the doctor’s face for a catch that wasn't there.“I would like to go back home, I had told Drake , I feel more sick staying here.”And with that, it took just those words to bring me back.To my surprise, I did not know it was an underground facility so close to the mansion. I was stunned when we finally came out and I realized we had been beneath the earth this entire time.In the last four hours since I wa