All Chapters of Contract Love With Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Maximus' POV The weight of responsibility felt oddly lighter today. However, my desk's towering stack of documents remained as daunting as ever. The familiar scratch of my pen against paper carried a rhythmic cadence, each stroke deliberate as it imprinted crisp signatures onto meticulously prepared contracts and decrees. Ordinarily, the monotony of administrative work would gnaw at me. Still, today, a peculiar sense of calm had settled over me. It wasn't just the efficiency of my movements or the smooth glide of ink that brought this strange contentment. Something deeper, something unfamiliar, had lifted my spirits. To my right, Rowan, my Beta and ever-reliable confidant, stood silently, his eyes scanning the glowing screen of his tablet. His brow furrowed as he reviewed one of the countless reports demanding our attention. The quiet hum of the office was interrupted by the sudden sound of him clearing his throat. The noise snapped me from my reverie. I glanced up, arching an ey

MilanaThe journey to Saccer was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The lush forests and rolling hills that surrounded the Alpha’s mansion gradually gave way to bustling towns and sprawling landscapes. Though I was grateful for the change of scenery, my nerves refused to settle.I fidgeted in my seat, my hands clasping and unclasping in an effort to calm myself. This was the first time I had ever traveled so far, especially with someone else. Of course, Maximus wasn’t just anyone—he was my husband now, my mate—but the novelty of the situation made me feel unsteady.Max seemed entirely at ease, his posture relaxed as he glanced out the window. His presence was a source of comfort, but it also amplified my desire to appear composed. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself or him by doing something wrong.The words of Amel, my ever-enthusiastic maid, surfaced in my mind: Maybe this trip is your honeymoon.The thought made my cheeks burn. If this truly was a honeymoon,

Milana’s POVThe sunlight streaming through the glass window warmed my skin, gently pulling me from the depths of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft glow filling the room. The day was just beginning, but a comforting stillness lingered. I stretched slightly, savoring the warmth, before turning to my right.There he was. Max. Asleep and utterly at peace. His chest rose and fell steadily, his dark lashes a stark contrast against his skin. The harshness that usually clung to him, the commanding presence that seemed to fill every space, was gone. In its place was a rare softness, and I couldn’t look away.For a moment, I simply watched him, my mind wandering. How strange he was—this man who had ignored me the other day as if I didn’t exist, only to hold me with such tenderness last night. My lips curled into a small, involuntary smile. The contradictions in him baffled me. Yet, as I sat there, watching the golden sunlight cascade across his features, I couldn’t help but

Milana’s POVThe atmosphere in the penthouse exuded a quiet elegance, yet beneath the surface, unspoken tension lingered as Max and I shared dinner. The table was impeccably set, silver utensils gleaming under the soft, golden lighting that cast a warm glow over the polished surface. Aromas of perfectly grilled steak and fresh herbs filled the space, mingling with the faint scent of the evening air wafting in through the slightly open balcony door.Max’s presence, always commanding, felt closer than usual tonight. His chair was positioned just near enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body. Despite his imposing figure and the stoic silence that usually followed him, there was something inexplicably comforting about his nearness. He radiated a quiet strength, a steady force that both intimidated and intrigued me.I watched as he methodically sliced his steak into bite-sized pieces, each movement measured and deliberate. There was something tender in his actions, a contradi

MilanaBack at the penthouse, Max hadn't let go of me since we arrived. His arms remained secure around my waist as we sat on the bed, the soft mattress beneath us starkly contrasting the chaos we'd just escaped. Even though our clothes were still wrinkled and dusty from the supermarket ordeal, we neither moved to change or break the quiet stillness.Max held me as if afraid that if he let go, I'd disappear into thin air."You really think I'm going to wander off again, don't you?" I asked, attempting a lighthearted tone despite the weight of the evening."I know you will if I don't keep you close," he retorted, his deep voice tinged with a protectiveness that irritated and warmed me."You're not going to let me out of your sight anytime soon, are you?" I teased."Not a chance." Max's voice was teasing, but the protectiveness lingered beneath it. "You've proven to be a bit of a flight risk.""I was just buying snacks," I reminded him with mock indignation. " I didn't plan on a werewo