All Chapters of Contract Love With Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maximus’ POVI strode down the corridor with Ronan at my side, our boots echoing softly against the polished stone floor. The conversation between us was focused, as always, on the pressing matters of the pack.“There’s still tension along the southern borders,” Ronan said, his brow furrowed. “The scouts report increased activity from the Blood Claw pack, but nothing overtly hostile yet.”“Keep the patrols doubled,” I replied, my voice firm. “We can’t afford to show weakness. If they’re testing us, I want them to see we’re ready for anything.”Ronan nodded, jotting down a mental note as we turned a corner. “And about the supplies for the winter—”“We’ll handle that next week,” I interrupted. My mind was only half on the discussion now, distracted by the thought of Milana.We were making our way toward the meeting room where Milana was with the designer. It wasn’t intentional at first, but as our steps led us in that direction, I found myself curious. Was she done with her fitting? How

Riana's POVI fidgeted on the edge of my seat and nervously tapped my perfectly manicured nails against the chair's armrest. The rhythmic sound should have been soothing, but it only amplified the tension tightening my chest. My eyes darted around the room, landing on the small group of friends lounging nearby. They laughed softly among themselves, oblivious to my spiraling thoughts.My frustration boiled over. "How can you all sit there so calmly?" I snapped, my voice sharp.The room went silent, the atmosphere instantly tense. Celeste, always quick to react, tilted her head. "What's wrong, Riana?" she asked cautiously, her tone laced with confusion."What's wrong?" I stood abruptly, my gaze sweeping over the group. "We didn't find her body! Don't you understand what that means? Milana might still be alive!"My words seemed to hang in the air, the silence that followed heavy with unspoken questions. It'd been two days, and no one could find her body.Magnus, lounging casually on the

Milana's POVI caught my reflection in the full-length mirror and paused, a strange unease bubbling up inside me. The woman staring back looked stunning, her figure draped in the golden-brown gown Max had arranged for me. The fabric shimmered under the light, hugging my body perfectly, making me appear elegant in a way I wasn't used to. I swallowed hard, quietly admitting to myself that I did look beautiful, even if it felt foreign to think so."You look amazing, Luna," Amel said, her eyes bright with admiration.Erna chimed in right after, her tone equally enthusiastic. "Absolutely stunning. You're going to take everyone's breath away."Their words should have calmed me, but my stomach twisted in knots. I pressed a hand against my middle as if that could quell the growing anxiety. The thought of walking into a room filled with strangers—all staring, judging, expecting—made me feel like a caged bird. I wasn't used to this kind of attention. I wasn't built for it.What if I tripped? Wh

Milana's POVMax poured a deep red liquid into two crystal glasses, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room. The dimly lit bedroom's ambience felt intimate and intimidating, with the soft glow of the bedside lamps casting long shadows against the walls. I sat on the edge of the plush bed, fidgeting slightly as I watched him move with his usual elegance. Everything he did seemed deliberate and confident, as though he carried the weight of centuries in his every action."This," he began, his voice smooth and deep, "is a special wine. Only werewolves can truly appreciate it." He handed me one of the glasses, his fingers brushing against mine briefly. The contact sent an unexpected shiver through me.I stared at the swirling liquid in the glass, watching as the deep red hues caught the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The rich aroma teased my senses, earthy and bold, with a hint of something sweet lurking beneath. I'd never tasted wine before; it was a luxury far removed from the rigid, co

MILANA’s POV“This is relaxing,” I murmured, letting my head rest against the tub's edge as my eyes fluttered shut. The warm water cradled my body, and the fragrant bubbles danced over my skin. The soft aroma of lavender and vanilla seemed to melt away the tension lingering in my muscles. I inhaled deeply, savouring the tranquillity that filled the room.It had been far too long since I’d taken a proper bath. The sensation was pure bliss, made even sweeter by the memory of last night.A flush crept up my cheeks as images from the night before replayed in my mind. The sheer intensity and the way Max had taken control ensured I felt cherished—it all made my heart race just thinking about it. I opened my eyes, biting back a shy smile. It was strange how this new experience left me wanting more.Amel and Erna had left about twenty minutes ago, and their diligent preparations ensured everything I could possibly need was within reach. The door was left ajar, the faint creak of its hinges br