All Chapters of THE CONTRACT WIFE OF THE DEMON WOLF: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LENAI read the three words again, hoping I had misunderstood Raina's handwriting, but the words remained exactly where I had seen them: ''The Blackwood bloodline.'' My stomach tightened because Raina had spent months investigating people connected to Zain's family and Gary, yet she had also been digging into something about our own family that she had never once mentioned to me.Aaron stood across the table, watching my face rather than the document. “Let me help you trace it.”“I will,” I said, closing the folder.His eyebrows rose. “That sounded like a no.”“It means I'll trace it myself.”“Lena.”“I need to know what Raina found before anyone else tells me what it means.”He looked like he wanted to argue, but after everything that happened in the records room, he seemed to think better of it. “Fine, but you're not doing it alone.”I looked at him for a moment before nodding. “You can help me find the records, but I want to read them myself.”We started with the oldest Alpha arch

LENAThe files we had spread across the dining table no longer looked like separate pieces of a murder investigation, a family attack, and a business conspiracy because the same names kept appearing in places where they had no business being together. I ran my finger down one of the old records while Aaron stood beside me, and the more connections we found between the people who destroyed his family and the people circling my sister’s death, the harder it became to believe that our marriage had brought us into this mess by accident.“We stop working around each other and start working together,” Aaron said, pulling a chair toward the table. “If Gary is involved, we need to watch what moves through his businesses, his private meetings, and the people he trusts without letting him know we are looking.”I looked at him for a moment before closing the file in front of me. “Then we do it properly, because I am not sitting in this house while you take every risk and bring me the answers af

LENAI stared at the pregnancy results until the words stopped looking real, even though the doctor had already explained everything twice and confirmed that I was pregnant. My mind went straight to the dates, counting backward through the weeks until there was no room for doubt about who the father was.Zain.I pressed my fingers against the paper and tried to breathe normally, but my thoughts were moving too fast. The timing was clear, and knowing that made the news harder to accept because this was not simply a pregnancy I had to deal with; it was Zain's child.The doctor continued talking about follow-up appointments and what I needed to do next, but I only caught pieces of what she said. I nodded when appropriate, thanked her, collected the results, and walked out of the clinic feeling as though I had left part of myself behind.My first thought was not about motherhood. It was about Zain's father.He had always wanted an heir from his son, someone who would carry the family n

LENAI knew Aaron had noticed the changes before he finally said anything, because he had started watching me whenever I pushed food around my plate, disappeared from the room, or touched my stomach without realizing I was doing it. That night, after we had gone to bed, he waited until I was beside him before turning toward me and asking quietly, “Lena, is there something you have been afraid to tell me?”My heart began pounding so hard that I could hear it in the silence between us, and for several seconds I stared at the ceiling because I could not find a single answer that would not change everything. Aaron did not rush me, though, and when I finally turned my head, he was watching me with concern rather than suspicion.“You have been different for weeks,” he said, reaching for my hand. “You keep telling me you are tired, but I know you, and I know when you are trying to carry something alone.”I pulled my hand away and sat up, because if he kept holding me, I knew I would break

AARONI stayed in the room long after Lena had gone to bed, staring at the place where she had stood while the demon kept pressing against my control. My hands were still shaking, and the creature inside me had not gone quiet; it kept pushing the same instinct through my mind, claiming that the child mattered and that Lena belonged at the center of whatever it wanted.I hated the way the thought sounded even inside my own head. Lena was not mine to possess, and her baby was not something I could claim because an animal inside me had decided the child was important to its survival.The demon pushed again, harder this time, and a rush of images crossed my mind without warning. A small hand, a woman's scent, dark trees, blood on stone, and the same feeling I had experienced when Lena first came close to me—the creature recognizing something before I understood what it was.I gripped the edge of the desk and forced myself to breathe. It did not speak to me in words, but I understood eno