All Chapters of The Alpha's Contract: Love And Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Sarah's POV The harsh sound of a fist slamming against the polished wooden counter made me jump.My heart hammered against my ribs like a caged beast."Do you really think ignoring the Alpha’s summons or refusing to answer our pack link makes you invincible, little omega?" growled the taller of the two enforcers. He pulled a deep drag from a thick cigar, blowing a plume of acrid, grey smoke directly into my face.I choked, coughing violently as the ash burned my throat. The irritation only seemed to anger the enforcer further. His fist came crashing down onto the counter a second time, cracking the varnish."Answer me!" he roared.My knees wobbled, sending me staggering backward into the shelf of silver-polished cutlery. "Please... please..." The words barely stumbled out of my mouth as he lunged forward, his heavy, claw-tipped hands gripping my shoulders roughly through my apron. His grip was tight enough to bruise, his aura suffocating the air in the room."Look at us, girl. We

Johnson's POV Three days ago.I resisted the urge to slam my hands onto the mahogany table and resolved to adjust my already perfect cufflinks as I paced the length of the boardroom. My inner beast was clawing at my ribs, irritated by the stagnant air and the infuriating delay, but I kept my dominant aura under tight restraint.Sitting across the table was Barry, my grandfather’s ancient pack lawyer, who surprisingly didn’t seem affected by my boiling temper. As an elder who had served three generations of Alphas, he had seen plenty of volatile wolves. I had spent years studying business management and pack territorial law, all the courses I hated, so that I could prove I was a worthy successor, protect our pack's lands, and help this empire spread its power. And now, after Grandfather’s passing, I had to sit here and listen to some bureaucratic nonsense while having to fight for the Alpha title against my cousin.Denison, my cousin, was an arrogant wolf who knew nothing about ho

Sarah’s POVThe moment that bastard, Johnson, stepped aside, I knew he was a certified, grade-A piece of trash.He just stood there, hands shoved casually into his pants pockets, watching me like I was some amusing rerun on TV instead of a human being about to get her fingers broken."What are you doing, Johnson?!" I shrieked, instinctively using his first name as I backed up until my spine hit the cold, peeling plaster wall of the motel room.The leader of the loan sharks, the heavy-set enforcer who had bruised my ribs three days ago, let out a low, disgusting laugh."Well, look at this. Seems like your boyfriend doesn't give a damn about you," he sneered, stepping closer. The smell of stale cheap cigars and heavy, sweat-rolled pack aura rolled off him so heavily it made my stomach turn. I didn't know what made me feel more nauseous, his revolting presence or the sheer betrayal of watching the billionaire Alpha stand by and let this happen."Time's up, girl," the rogue leader barke