All Chapters of The alpha's contract : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Briar's POV I blinked in utter confusion, my glance darting between Clara and her brother. "A gala? What’s the occasion?" Logan stayed silent, but his intense hazel eyes never drifted from my face. Clara wrapped her arm around mine with a bright smile, pulling me gently down the hallway. "Consider it a celebration hosted entirely in your honor." I pressed my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping. "Why would he do something like that?" I asked in a hushed tone. "I'm trying to avoid creating a scene. Tristan explicitely said he’s coming to collect me this weekend." "Doesn't that make the timing even better?" Clara replied with a sly grin I couldn't quite read. "Stop overthinking everything. We're going straight to the boutique area to pick out something incredible for us." She turned toward Logan, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically. "What's our budget, big brother?" Logan pulled a sleek leather wallet from his jacket and produced an unbranded black card. Meeting my eyes d

Briar's POV Alpha Logan’s lips were pure temptation—firm, hot, and completely relentless. His tongue demanded entry, parted my lips, and swept inside, claiming me with a raw, primal dominance that sent electricity straight to my core. I opened up for him willingly, utterly helpless against the dark magic of his touch. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the solid muscle vibrating with a deep, territorial growl. When my fingers brushed the side of his neck where a mate mark should be, he growled low in his throat. He pressed me deeper into the mattress, his heavy frame pinning me down as he rubbed his thick, rock-hard length against my core through our clothes. His teeth grazed over the sensitive skin of my throat, making my whole body shiver with intense craving. I couldn't pull away if I tried. He peppered hungry kisses up my jaw, trailing down to my collarbone, his sharp fangs scraping lightly over my pulse point. A sharp gasp tore from my throat, my fingers tangling in his dark

Briar's pov Duke Marko had once been a great Alpha. My father used to tell stories about the times they met. He was the one who started the frost ridge pack rise to power, and now, with Logan in charge, the pack was stronger than ever. Elder Duke looked at me with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. The other four Elders, though, stared at me with hard, cold looks. I could feel them judging me without a word. They clearly wanted to know why I had walked in beside Alpha Logan instead of my own husband. I opened my folder and took out a stack of legal papers. Stepping forward, I handed them to Elder Duke. "Elder Duke," I said, keeping my voice firm. "My husband, Alpha Tristan Wane brought his old love, Genevieve Roux, straight into our home and our marriage." Elder Duke put on his glasses and started flipping through the pages. "Genevieve is the daughter of the former Beta of the Shadowvale Pack," I went on. "She was married to Alpha Liam of the white fur Pack, but she left him

Briar's POV Alpha Logan fixed his gaze on me with an intensity that practically dared me to protest. Things felt remarkably personal between us now, but I couldn't deny the thrill it sparked inside me. When he reached out his hand, I took it without hesitation. He led me to the adjoining room, pushing the heavy door open. My breath caught the moment I stepped inside. The room was stunning. A grand four-poster bed draped in sheer net curtains stood over a plush, soft rug. The dark woodwork was polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the warm ambient light. In the far right corner sat a comfortable lounge sofa adorned with navy and ivory silk cushions. Sheer drapes fluttered against tall arched windows, letting in a gentle breeze. Opposite the bed, a large television screen was set up with a state-of-the-art entertainment system. A stone fireplace stood to the left, stacked neatly with fresh firewood, and a grand crystal chandelier hung near the balcony doors. "This space is incred

Briar's POV Logan was drawing absolute surrender out of me. I clung to his shoulders like he was my sole anchor in an unpredictable world, wondering why his touch instills such an overwhelming sense of safety. I lost myself in the depth of his kiss, craving more of the heat burning between us. He was pressing me gently back against the mattress when the harsh, sharp vibration of my phone broke through the quiet room. "Let it ring," Logan growled against my mouth, his grip tightening on my waist. I tried to ignore it, but the device continued to buzz relentlessly against the nightstand, cutting through the mood. "Give me a second," I murmured, rolling toward the edge of the bed. My breath caught when I saw the name illuminated across the screen. Tristan. Logan went motionless. He sat up slowly, his dark eyes fixed on the glowing screen as if my husband were standing in the doorway. A low, dangerous rumble vibrated deep in his chest. I swiped the screen and brought the phone to