All Chapters of A CONTRACT WITH MY MONSTER BOSS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RazorRage.There is no other way to describe what is happening inside me as I look at the little omega who captivated me from the very first moment, her face stained with tears and her hands covered in blood.She reeks of fear.Of sadness.Of pain.When I saw Isabel leave the ballroom, I already suspected she was going to meet someone.But not even in my worst nightmares could I have imagined finding her sprawled across the filthy floor of a bathroom, crawling after the pills that have been slowly destroying her body while her own family laughed at her.They will pay.Maybe not today, but someday...I'll make sure of it."Clean up this mess and take those pills to the laboratory. We should analyze them and find out exactly how they're affecting omegas," I tell Thrak, who still has a firm grip around Isabel's mother's neck.It would be so easy for him to twist his paw just a little harder and snap the bone...I see the same thought pass through the eyes of every one of my men.Frustra

RazorShe shouldn't have come to work today.My muzzle wrinkles with irritation as I watch Isabel struggle to open a packet of crackers.Something I already know won't stay in her stomach.Nothing does.She's as pale as a ghost and so weak that every time she tries to walk, she nearly collapses.Her body is craving the drug that kept her standing for twenty years.Twenty years...Ever since I took the throne."The reports are ready, Razor."Thrak's voice sounds behind me.The only reason I don't flinch is because I heard the hidden passage—leading directly outside the Red House—creak open moments earlier."I hope you're bringing good news," I murmur, glancing at my cousin from the corner of my eye.Today, his light brown fur—almost blond—is even more disheveled than usual, and the scent clinging to his military uniform tells me he hasn't changed clothes in days.Probably not since the gala."Keep hoping, because this is one giant pile of shit," he growls, tossing the stack of papers o

Razor TWO DAYS LATER "The meeting room is ready, sir." Isabel's icy voice echoes through my office as I answer the intercom, and it's impossible not to shiver at how formal she's being. Impersonal. "The Alphas are on their way up as well. I'll let them into the conference room." "Okay. Thank you," I murmur as I watch her through the glass, unable to stop admiring how beautiful she looks in the fitted red dress that perfectly complements the fiery shade of her hair. Unfortunately, the vibrant fabric also makes her pale skin look even paler. It emphasizes the dark circles beneath her eyes that no amount of makeup can hide. She's not sleeping. She's not eating. She's not letting me get close enough to help... The worst part is her scent. The bitterness surrounding her no longer comes from the drug. It comes from profound sadness. A sadness I caused by being too honest with her. "Damn it. I should've listened to Thrak and won her over slowly. Now she thinks I'm some sex-

Isabel It worked.Part of me hates admitting it because now I don't have any excuse left to avoid Razor—not his presence, and certainly not the way he keeps looking at me with anything but professional eyes.But it's the truth.The pain is gone.The agony is over.The whole world even seems brighter.It's almost offensive.I stare at the computer in front of me and move the mouse to the shutdown button, ending a perfectly productive and peaceful workday.I stand up without any difficulty and grab my bag. I don't even know why I still insist on bringing it when I can simply go upstairs if I need anything.What surprises me most is how cooperative my body feels.As if nothing had happened yesterday.As if I hadn't climaxed all over my boss's face.A shiver runs down my spine at the memory.As I walk toward the office door, I glance into Razor's office.Empty.He spent most of the day in the conference room, which was a small blessing. I honestly don't know how I would have survived bei

Isabel "So?" Razor asks the moment I set my fork down on the empty plate, staring at me with his orange eyes full of anticipation. The way his ears twitch ever so slightly, betraying his anxiety, is easily the cutest thing I've ever seen. "I wasn't expecting much, but you're actually a decent cook..." I feign an indifference I don't feel. What I really want is to grab the plate and lick every last drop of the delicious sauce he made for the best pasta I've ever had in my life. "As people love to tell women—you’re ready to get married." "I definitely am." Razor puffs out his chest as he rises from his chair. The arrogant grin he throws at me, combined with the way his tail wags uncontrollably behind him, making his whole body sway, pulls a laugh right out of me. "Now all I need is for the omega to accept my proposal!" The laughter disappears as quickly as it came, leaving behind the bitter taste of a feeling I don't want to acknowledge. A feeling I shouldn't be having. "W