All Chapters of Contracted To Alpha Brent : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EVANGELINEOver the next few days, the sadness slowly started to turn to guilt. And that guilt soon started to eat me alive the more I thought about what had happened. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and even when I looked at my kids, all I saw were the faces of the men who had died protecting me. I remembered those moments when we put out the whole professional, formal thing outside and spoke like human beings. That morning, I sat by the window, staring at the light drizzle outside. Everything looked gray and quiet but the noise in my heart was so much it made my heart feel heavy.The sound of gunfire, screams and the deafening silence that followed wouldn't stop playing inside my head every now and then. I rubbed my chest, trying to calm the ache there but it felt impossible. "I have to go," I said suddenly, making my mind up. I'd been thinking about it for a while now, and with the way things were going, I figured I might go crazy if I didn't do something concrete about it.Anna

He placed the papers in front of me after that without another question or trying to make small talk. That was all I wanted. The papers were thick and neatly printed. I straightened my back and picked up the first page. It was time to get this over with. Without my lawyer present, I had to read over the whole thing. And when I started. It looked normal at first, comprising the things we'd signed the first time we did this. Shares, obligations, percentages, partnership agreements. But then, that one thing that I dreaded even though I agreed to it because of how desperate I was appeared on one of the last pages. "No rejection ceremony shall be conducted between both parties during the course of this contract." I froze, even though I had been expecting it. My heart lurched and I spent a few seconds staring at it before I looked up at him, jaw clenched. That was before I shook my head. "You're actually serious about this?" I asked. He didn't show any emotion when he replied firmly, m

BRENT"You're not going to do that, are you? You're not going to walk out of me, Brent, while I'm fucking talking to you!" I stopped and smiled, before I slowly turned, looked her in the face and gave a bitter laugh, but there was no hint of humour in it. Just like the others. "Of course I am. You don't seem to understand your situation, do you? I don't care anymore, Carolina. I already told you, you can scream down this building, yell at me. You can even call me whatever the hell you want, but be very sure that I will not stop. I won't stop for you and I won't stop for anyone. So what, because you're pregnant with my child, I should lay down on the floor and allow you to walk over me? You don't get to tell me what to do, I think you've forgotten that. I think you've forgotten your place here and maybe my leniency has gotten to your head. That's why you think you can say whatever you want or get whatever you want." Another laugh slipped through my lips. I hated the fact that I was

BRENTShe cried for a long time and the whole time, I held her. The bedroom was silent except for the sound of her sobs and the occasional movements she made to change positions. I could feel her tears seeping through the fabric, warm against my skin. Each one had me stressing because of how I was making her feel like she was never enough. But maybe this wasn't totally her fault. Maybe it was all the pregnancy hormone doing its thing. Maybe when she had our baby, she would finally change. Maybe. But as much as I wanted to comfort and reassure her everything was going to be okay, the dark thoughts kept creeping into my head. This what what she did. Even before she got pregnant. Every time we fought. Every time she said something that cut deep. Every time she threw her jealousy in my face. She cried. She broke down and suddenly, I was the bad guy. I was the one who needed to fix it. Guilt. That was how she pulled me back every damn time. But the truth was sitting heavily in my che

ALPHA BRENTAfter the transfusion, I felt tired. But it wasn't the kind of tiredness that slip could fit. It was that kind of heavy exhaustion that just sat behind your ribs and made it hard to breathe right. I didn't think much about it anyway because I knew in an hour or two, my healing ability would take care of that. I should have felt proud for helping Trent, but thinking about him now, all I felt was crippling, overwhelming regret. The image of Eva pulling the kids away from me wouldn't stop playing in my head over and over again. She hadn't yelled at me. She didn't say a word. She'd just stiffened up and turned around, walking out with them like she couldn't trust me being near them for one more second. And that hurt more than I thought it would. I ran my hand over my face, groaning quietly. Those kids weren't just anybody. They were mine. At first I thought it was just Trent, but after that close encounter and the little conversation we had I was convinced she'd been pregna