Todos los capítulos de Contracted To Alpha Brent : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

EVANGELINE"Come on, there's an empty horse right next to Tessa," He said, drowning out the noise of the carnival-like music pounding in the background. He was pointing to a golden horse with a blue saddle. I crossed my arms tighter, not wanting to look at the kids who were watching with expectant eyes, hoping I would join them. "I told you, I'm watching. I'm not a child." But he didn't back down. He leaned against the metal pole that separated us now, looking way too comfortable. There was a little smirk there that was driving me nuts simply by just looking at it. "You look miserable standing there, Eva." He lowered his voice so I was the only one hearing him now. "Just get on the ride.""No." He looked at the kids. "Hey guy, don't you think Mommy should ride with us? She looks like she's in a time-out." Tessa nodded again, this time even more emphatically. She was starting to look impatient. "Yes! Mommy, please get on." Trent was still looking over from his black horse. "Come

BRENTThe rest of the morning passed in a strange, heavy quiet. We ate breakfast at the large dining table, the kids dominating the conversation with endless stories about their favorite cartoons and the games they wanted to play. Evangeline avoided looking at me entirely. She kept her eyes glued to her coffee mug or her plate, nodding automatically at whatever the children said. I sat at the head of the table, projecting an absolute aura of calm control, eating my food and answering Trent's questions about my car. After breakfast, Anna corralled the kids into the study for their private homeschooling lessons. I spent the next few hours sitting on the living room sofa with my laptop, firing off emails to my corporate team and managing my billionaire empire from a distance.By midday, the kids had finished their lessons and went upstairs for their afternoon siesta. The house was completely silent again. I closed my laptop and rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the tension gathering i

3RD PERSON POV.The afternoon sun was beating down mercilessly on the Pack training grounds, so hard that it turned the hard-packed dirt into a baking oven. Jaden was standing in the dead center of the sparring ring, his broad chest heaving with deep, exhausted breaths. Sweat poured down his face in thick streams, stinging his eyes and completely soaking his gray t-shirt to his hot skin. For an entire, miserable week, Jaden had been forced to handle every single Alpha duty for the pack. He had to manage the endless, annoying boundary disputes with the neighboring packs, sign off on the financial budgets, and run the daily operations of the massive territory because Brent was completely missing in action. Brent was off in the human city, playing house with his estranged mate Evangeline, ignoring his sacred responsibilities, and leaving Jaden to clean up his constant messes.The profound bitterness and deep jealousy burned a massive hole straight through Jaden's gut. He was doing all

BRENTRING! RING! RING!The heavy, suffocating silence of Evangeline’s mansion was shattered by the aggressive vibration of my cell phone against the glass nightstand.I was already awake. I was lying flat on my back, my hands resting behind my head, staring blindly at the dark ceiling. Evangeline was fast asleep next to me, her body curled tightly into my side, seeking my warmth even in her unconscious state. The dark, heavy circles under her pale green eyes and the exhausted slump of her shoulders told the story of a woman carrying the weight of the entire world on her back. I reached over carefully and snatched the phone before the buzzing could wake her. The screen displayed an unknown, blocked number. I answered the call, pressing the cold metal of the phone to my ear, and I did not bother with a polite greeting."Who is this?" I demanded, keeping my voice down to a harsh, guttural whisper so I would not wake Evangeline.A low, arrogant chuckle echoed through the speaker. I reco

EVANGELINEThe bright fluorescent lights of my New York penthouse bathroom reflected sharply off the pristine white marble countertops, sending a clean, sterile glow over the large space. The air was thick with the warm steam from my recent shower and the sharp, minty scent of peppermint toothpaste. I stood in front of the massive vanity mirror as I carefully pinned my dark hair back into a severe, completely professional bun. Tessa and Trent stood on either side of me, their small hands gripping their colorful plastic toothbrushes. Tessa looked up at me with her big, innocent round eyes, a ring of white foam circling her mouth as she brushed. She leaned over, spit into the silver sink, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Mommy, when is Mr. Brent coming back to see us?" she asked, her voice completely innocent and entirely hopeful. Trent paused his brushing and looked up at me through the mirror, clearly waiting for the exact same answer. The simple question felt like