All Chapters of Contract Wife Of The Twin Alphas : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ELENA’S POVAlpha Alaric must have been pleased with Bella’s plea because he shoved her away, turning to face me with pea-black eyes that had been darkened by his blood lust.“The next time I ask for your hand, Elena Wolfe. The answer will be yes or I will make sure I morph you into one of those senseless beasts that patrol the castle, understood?” Alaric’s gravelly voice roared as his claws tore through my hair, pulling tautly until small stars exploded in my vision.“Please!” I shrieked, clutching at air before the man shoved me roughly to the floor and I banged my chin hard against the stony ground. The guards clamped the heavy chains around my ankles and wrists, binding me against the grooves in the wall before I heard the wolves shuffle out and the heavy metal door bang noisily behind them.Gone…they were all gone!My heart thrummed desperately inside me as I glanced hurriedly around the room, and hope burst inside me when I noticed the large metal grate above my head that let i

ELENA’S POVThere was a muscle beating in my temples when I awoke with a groan, reeling from the sore pain that caressed my body like a lover’s hands.The orange flames that crackled in the stone mantelpiece of the fireplace raged wildly in the quiet room and I felt my teeth chatter as icy wind blew in from the billowing window curtains. “Miss Wolfe! Are you alright?” Emily’s soft voice came from beside me and I whipped around to see the worried expression on her white face. I inhaled a ragged breath when pain stabbed at the sides of my head and I felt the maid’s insistent hands on my shoulder once more, forcing me into the familiar comfort of the bedding.“Rest now, Miss Wolfe, it's a miracle you folks escaped when you did. If I could take out that bastard Cove pack Alpha myself I would! Just for what he did to you, M’lady!” Emily swore, cursing extensively under her breath as she shook her fists in the air.“How long-” I started before coughing through the sandy feeling in my throa

ANTHONY’S POVMy brother’s icy glare was sharp enough to cut through stone as he glared at me with his nostrils flaring in rage.“Miss Elena?! Oh my goodness! Miss Elena!” The maid’s shrill voice snapped my brother’s glare away from me just as he opened his mouth to say something.I glanced sharply to the bed dias where the woman lay, not wanting to admit that my heart had begun to race when I saw her eyes closed again.I had been sneaking back and forth from my chambers to Elena’s quarters, content to listen to her maid reading to her before the guards reported to me that she had woken up.“Shit, she's too weak, she passed out. Have the nursemaids brew stronger tonics and smelling herbs for the lady Emily.” Michael thundered and I ground my teeth as the maid bowed to the both of us, her wide eyes blinking frantically before she dashed through the doors.“What the fuck is wrong with you Anthony? Do you have NO TACT AT ALL?” Michael hissed in a heated voice and I could tell the only re

Seven nights…It was how long the first Alpha of Gotham pack had been avoiding me. The sharp sting of pain in my finger made me hiss before I realized I had nibbled the damned limb down to the bone.How dare he embarrass me like this?! Did Anything have any idea what humiliation I had to endure when I heard the maids gossiping about his attention to that Elena bitch when he hadn't even come by to see me!Was I just another fucking mistress to him now?!“Curse you!” I screeched, slamming one of the fancy ceramic plant pots hard against the wall where it shattered into tiny porcelain pieces, the sight of which did nothing to calm the raging burn in my chest.“M’lady, you must calm down, for the sake of the bairn at least-” One of the fresh-faced pussies Anthony had assigned to me squealed and I turned to give the bitch a look that could have turned her into stone.“Calm down?! Shut your dirty mouth you little whore! It's my child to do with as I please!” I roared, watching the maid jerk

I shifted my weight uneasily on both feet as a loud rumbling of thunder pedaled through the night’s air, the second time now since we had marched on horseback into the thick forest of dried trees.“How long has the body been here?” Anthony’s gruff voice was emotionless, but I could sense the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior.The rogue’s words blurred in my ears as I stared at the body…or what remained of it. Ezra Gooding...one of the elite wolves of Gotham looked like a bloody mass of potato pudding, a dark stain on the billowing snow.Murdered. Whoever did this had been trying to send a message. “This is bad boss…shit hitting the sky type of fucked up-” Klein Markov’s gravelly rumble made me grind my teeth before I tore my gaze away from the mess of skin and bones and teeth that looked nothing like the hearty elder I had seen only hours ago.“Whoever did this Anthony…it had to have been recent! Don't you see?!” I snarled, whirling around to face my brother’s daunting frame a