All Chapters of Contracted Mate To Alpha Konan: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MADELINE'S POV I sat on the grass by the pack's training grounds, watching other warrior wolves spar, though my mind was elsewhere. I contemplated what to do with the strange girl. A tap from behind pulled me back from my thoughts. I turned to see who it was. "Madeline," she called. "Freya?" I said uncertainly. "Yes," she confirmed, as she leaned back against the tree trunk, stretching out her legs. I eyed her hair, noticing the change immediately. "What happened to your hair?" I asked. "Nothing," she replied casually. "I needed a hair change." Freya had dyed her hair from its usual black color to auburn. The red added intense rust-colored highlights. She looked so different. "You were almost not recognizable," I said. She chuckled. "So," she began playfully, but I could tell she was looking for answers. "I heard you got yourself a new house guest—one that showed up half dead. Quite the drama, huh?!" I sighed. News travels faster than the speed of light these days. "Dram

MADELINE'S POV "...And Madeline!" The sound of my name forcefully brought me out of my thoughts. Everyone's face held ripples of surprise, their faces betraying their curiosity. Freya nudged me on the side with her elbow. "She's trying to spite you, Madeline. Refuse it—no offense." "Refuse what?" I asked, confused. Louisiana's voice rang out, commanding attention. "Does anyone have any objections with the Warrior Wolves enlisted for this border patrol mission?" There were murmurs within the crowd, but no one objected. "Good. This marks the end of today's training. We are to gather here before dawn to begin our journey." As the crowd dispersed, Freya turned to me with a worried expression. "Why didn't you say anything? You could have objected. This mission is very dangerous. The terrain isn't one to be trifled with. We encounter dangers that leave us with serious injuries. Worst case? Death. You're not even qualified yet, to be part of this mission. And we never know how lon

MADELINE'S POV As the night deepened, the air around the camp grew colder. The campfire crackled, casting shadows on the faces of the Warrior Wolves present. Sera sat in a corner, her arms wrapped around herself, while Freya chatted with a group of other Warrior Wolves. I kept glancing at Sera, sensing that something went wrong when she went to gather firewood. "Everyone, gather up!" Louisiana commanded. Immediately, everyone pulled together. Once satisfied, she divided us into two groups. One group, headed by Freya, would remain behind to monitor the camp, manning the perimeter to ensure no threats crept up unnoticed. The other group, which included me, led by Louisiana, would push forward into the dark, rough terrain to patrol for any signs of threat or danger. I wasn't surprised that Louisiana put me in her group. It was exactly the kind of thing she would do—dragging me along, testing me without respite, waiting to see if I would break under her command. Freya gave me a sympat

MADELINE'S POV "They are coming. Our captors are coming," I whispered loudly. "Shit!" Louisiana huffed in frustration. The poison had seeped deep into our system, making it impossible to shift into our Wolf forms. "What are we going to do?" I asked softly but loud enough for Louisiana to hear. "We have no choice but to fight them off physically." The surrounding flickered with a faint light from a worn-out, old lamp. In its faintness, it exposed three bulky men, thrice our size with hardened expressions filled with cruel confidence. They towered over us, making me shrink. The odds were stacked against us, but that didn't matter now. "Seems they broke free. Feisty. Just how I love my women," the lead captor sneered, folding his arms across his chest. "Do you really think you can take the three of us on?" He gestured lazily between himself and his companions. "Why don't you come and try," Louisiana dared. Fear overcame me. I drew Louisiana closer and whispered, "We are outmatch

MADELINE'S POV Ever since my confrontation with Louisiana, I hadn't seen her—but I could feel her anger hovering around like a storm cloud. I could sense it in the way the others looked at me—quick glances, whispers behind my back. No one said anything to my face. The moment those words left my mouth, I knew there was no going back. I was in for shit, and Louisiana would be out for my blood. "You gave Louisiana a hit," Freya said. "You were the only one bold enough to confront her about the rumors in such a manner. You've changed, Madeline. You've finally removed the cloak of naivety. Congratulations... but don't get too comfortable." Just as I had thought to rest, a knock came at the door. Alpha Novare had summoned me. My heart leaped in terror, but I followed obediently. On my way, I met Madam Apricot. She stared at me squarely—her sharp eyes missing nothing. She walked past me without a word, but I knew she'd come for me sooner than later. Alpha Novare was in his private traini