All Chapters of Claimed by the Alpha’s Contract: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sienna did not sleep after Darian left.The bond carried the weight of the coordinate and the time window like a held current—tight, outward-focused, already measuring the ground seven kilometers east. Tomorrow night. A two-hour window. One more step on a schedule that had survived every capture so far.She sat on the edge of the bed in the dark and listened to the house.At six the internal line rang.“Study,” Darian said.She went downstairs. The corridor still held the lockdown quiet, but the seniors at the junctions looked as if the next twenty-four hours had already been planned down to the positions. Darian was alone in the study. A fresh map lay open on the table, the new coordinate marked in clean red.“The window is tomorrow night,” he said without preamble. “Two hours. The point sits on the old boundary fringe—no recorded structure, limited camera reach. I’m sealing the approach today. Quiet coverage. No visible increase that might warn anyone still moving on that timetable.

Sienna felt the shift in the bond the moment the window produced a result.It locked hard—outward, sharp, then contained in a way that meant someone had been taken and the ground was no longer the priority. She stood in the middle of her room with the lights still off and waited.The internal line rang six minutes later.“Study,” Darian said. The field edge was still in his voice. “Now.”She went downstairs. The corridor carried a different quiet than the long waiting days. Seniors held their posts with less movement. Something had arrived and the house was already adjusting around it.Darian was alone in the study. He had not cleaned the night off himself yet. A short field note lay on the table beside the map.“We took one person at the depression,” he said. “Woman. Alone. She walked straight to the center of the markers as if she knew the ground. No weapons. No second figure. The teams closed clean.”Sienna stopped near the door. “And she asked for you by name.”“Yes. She said she

Sienna locked the door behind Darian and stood with her hand still on the latch.The terms sat in the room like a third presence. Stop expanding east. Stay quiet about the original survey lines. Accept the cut as final. Or watch the next layer turn shared boundaries into pressure against packs that had already agreed to keep the old alignments buried.She moved to the west-facing window and pulled the curtain back just far enough to see the courtyard. The seniors held their posts with the same controlled stillness as the night before. Nothing looked different. Everything felt different.The bond carried Darian’s focus outward again—toward the fringe, toward the quiet watch he had ordered, toward the question of whether the structure behind the woman had already started moving while she sat in isolation. Sienna followed the pressure without trying to push it away.She did not sleep.At first light the internal line rang.“East sitting room,” Darian said.She went downstairs. The corrid

Darian stood over the southern boundary overlay and marked the disturbed section in hard pencil. The quiet check had returned clear signs—survey markers shifted from their registered positions, soil turned recently enough that the edges had not settled. The pack that shared that line had not sent a formal notice. Either they had not found it yet, or they were still deciding what the disturbance meant.Elias waited on the other side of the table. “Our contact on their side is willing to walk the line quietly at first light. No official report. No wider alert. He wants to know if this is connected to what we’ve been sealing on our ground.”“Tell him yes,” Darian said. “Limited detail only. Original survey alignments. Possible external pressure. Nothing about the messenger or the terms. I want confirmation of the extent before their leadership turns it into a formal dispute.”Elias nodded and left to make the call.Darian remained with the map. The woman’s offer had arrived with clean ti

Darian left the compound under full dark cover with only Elias and two seniors. The southern shared line sat forty minutes out by the quiet routes. He had not answered the messenger. He had not expanded the eastern search. The closed meeting request had shortened every timeline he still controlled.Sienna remained locked in the east wing. The bond carried her presence like a low, steady current—controlled, awake, waiting. He did not call her before leaving. There was nothing useful to say until the southern pack’s representatives showed their position in person.The meeting point was a neutral stretch of the shared boundary, marked by three old posts and a cleared patch of ground that both packs had used for quiet talks in the past. Two figures waited when Darian’s group arrived. No vehicles. No wider escort. The southern Alpha’s second and a senior surveyor. Limited attendance, as requested.The second spoke first. “Your quiet contact was useful. We found the markers before the rest