All Chapters of The alpha's contract : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Briar's pov After Genevieve closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in the room with four guards stationed outside, I was so mentally exhausted that I wanted to sit and let my mind go blank. I was extremely thirsty and hungry. I looked around for water. Surprisingly, on the side table where Alpha Killian had poured himself whiskey, there were also glasses of water and some delectable red velvet pastries. Taking a deep breath in, I went to have a pastry and gobbled it up. When I was flushing it down my throat with water, I felt like the room was spinning. “Shit!” I rasped. ‘Briar,’ Vesper said. ‘I think there was a drug in the pastry!’ ‘Fuck!’ I rushed to the bathroom to make myself vomit. Using my index finger to stimulate my throat, I vomited in the basin. I was panting, heaving as I grabbed the counter and vomited. Once done, I rinsed my mouth. All of a sudden, I heard Logan through our mind link. ‘Where are you?’ Excited that he was around, I replied to him. Then instea

Tristan’s POV The moment Genevieve called, I knew something was wrong. Her voice shook as she spoke, and I could hear her crying. Killian had taken her and Briar. I should have been worried about both of them, but all I could think about was Genevieve. She was pregnant with my pup. I had to get her out of Whitefur before anything happened to her. Then I heard that Alpha Logan had attacked the pack. My stomach tightened. If Logan found Genevieve, he would kill her. I was certain of it. “Get our warriors ready,” I ordered. Cassian looked at me. “Alpha?” “We are going to Whitefur.” I did not wait for him to question me. I sent the order to every warrior in the Shadowvale pack. But no one moved. I turned around. “What is going on?” One of the warriors stepped forward. “We will not fight Alpha Logan.” My eyes narrowed. “You dare refuse my order?” “We are not fighting our real Alpha.” The words hit me harder than I expected. “Who?” “Alpha Briar.” More

Briar's povFor a long time, I didn’t speak in the car as I thought about Tristan and his blind love and support for Genevieve. How could he not see her deceit? Why was it that every time I tried to open his eyes, he would get even more irritated?I sighed as I looked out of the window towards the mountains and valleys and pines and firs that I had grown attached to. Along with Tristan, I used to run in this forest in our wolf forms. Times when Genevieve wasn’t there. At least that’s what I assumed. But she was there, watching us all the time, strategizing her next move while I was so oblivious to her evil intentions, while I was committed to my pack’s well-being. I trusted Tristan with all my heart, and he broke my heart with all his might.“Briar?” Logan’s voice pulled me out of my reverie.I snapped my head to look at him and forced a smile. Only when he wiped my cheeks, I realized I was crying.“What are you thinking about?” he asked.I shook my head. In a voice choked with emotio

Briar POV I stared at Grandfather across the table. "So what are we supposed to do? If Killian knows something, we need him alive and in his right mind when we take this before the High Council." Logan's hand tightened around mine beneath the table. "That's easier said than done," he murmured. "What do you mean?" Grandfather let out a long breath. "The Council dungeons aren't exactly designed for gentle treatment." A chill ran down my spine. "What happens to him?" "Interrogation," Logan said. "And Killian isn't going to confess just because we ask nicely." "But he can testify." "He won't," Grandfather said firmly, "not if he believes the punishment waiting for him is worse than anything we can offer." I shook my head. "Then don't let them break him." Logan's thumb moved slowly over my knuckles. "Briar—" "No." I pulled my hand back slightly. "We need him. If Genevieve is still missing and we don't have enough evidence against Tristan, Killian might be our only chance." Gr

Tristan's pov Holding Genevieve should have felt like relief. It did, for about a minute. Then the quiet crept back in, and underneath it, that same hollow space where Briar used to sit. It wasn't filling. If anything, it felt like it was rotting a little more each day. I carried her upstairs and set her down on the bed in one of the guest rooms. "Take a bath," I said. "We'll talk about what comes next after." She looked up at me, eyes still wet, and smiled like I'd handed her the world. "I love you, Alpha Tristan." The words sat in my mouth, ready to go back to her. I opened my lips and then stopped, because it wasn't true. I didn't love her. I never had, not really. I needed her to give me an heir. A pup would settle the pack, silence the whispers, secure what I already had. That was all this was. "Go bathe," I said instead, and walked out. She came back wrapped in a towel, skin still damp, and slid into bed beside me like she belonged there. She let the towel slip. I look