All Chapters of The alpha's contract : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Briar POVThe physical ache in my stomach grew sharper over the next few days. The sacred mate bond inside me felt like it was decaying, stripping away any lingering connection I had to Tristan. It was taking a massive toll on my physical health. My personal maid, Mabel, constantly brought up nutritional meals and herbal teas, practically forcing me to swallow them so I wouldn't waste away.My thoughts were completely chaotic. I couldn't just walk away from Tristan on my own. If I did, his pride would push him to hunt me down and lock me away in the pack cells. Worse, he could strip me of my rank and banish me, leaving me to survive as a defenseless rogue.To clear my head and find some control, I channeled all my stress into physical training. Pushing my body to its absolute limits was the only thing that gave me a sense of purpose and a real dopamine rush.As the daughter of a former Alpha, I had been raised to be an elite warrior, but I hadn't stepped onto a training field in mont

Briar POVTristan spent the entire day executing a meticulous blackout campaign against me. He orchestrated an intimate meeting specifically to honor Alpha Logan, completely erasing my name from the guest list while ensuring Genevieve sat prominently at his side. It was a glaringly obvious maneuver to block me from ever speaking to our powerful visitor. Tristan hadn't even bothered to extend the basic courtesy of asking me to attend the grand evening gala hosted in the pack house’s central hall.But I wasn't going to let them bury me. Realizing this banquet was my solitary window of opportunity, I reached out to Gamma Roland to set my counter-strategy into motion.As twilight fell, I finished getting ready to gatecrash the event. Roland was already waiting for me in the shadowed corridor just outside the main hall. Dressed in a tailored black suit with his dark hair slicked back, he looked incredibly sharp, though the visible tension in his shoulders betrayed his nerves. He was active

Briar POV Genevieve took another deliberate sip of her juice, tossing her hair over her shoulder, thoroughly pleased with her attempt to humiliate me. But I was far too accustomed to her petty antics to let them breach my composure. "And as for being my Luna," she continued, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy, "I believe you are losing your position fast." Inside my mind, my wolf, Vesper, snarled with visceral fury at the disrespect. *Who is this little snake to speak to us like that?* Vesper growled, her anger echoing in my head. *Remind her who she's talking to.* I fixed Genevieve with a cool, unbothered stare. "I don't think I'm losing my position, Genevieve. But I do believe you are rapidly losing your grip on reality." Her dark eyes flashed with sudden malice. "Do you even know how much Alpha Tristan favors me?" I scoffed, setting my glass down on the counter. "Do I look like I care?" "You should," she hissed, stepping closer with a smug, razor-sharp smile.

Briar POV I had packed enough for a full week—more than enough time, I hoped, to present my petition to the High Elder Council and finalize my contract with Alpha Logan. As for the agreements Logan had presented to me last night, I still needed to iron out a few terms before officially putting my signature on the parchment. Protocol dictated that whenever a visiting Alpha prepared to take his leave, the host Alpha was expected to offer a formal send-off as a show of respect. Wanting to wrap up our departure details, I left my quarters and walked toward Logan’s guest suite. When I turned down the corridor, the last thing I expected was to see Tristan striding out of the guest wing with Genevieve cradled in his arms like delicate porcelain. My stomach churned. What in the world was Genevieve doing near Logan’s private quarters in the middle of the morning, and why was she pretending to be unconscious? Tristan looked practically frantic, his eyes filled with misplaced concern. See