All Chapters of Contract Love With Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Magnus' POVThe morning light streamed through the Alpha's dining hall windows, casting long shadows over the polished wooden floor. The aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee mingled in the air. I sat at the head of the table, sipping from my cup while my mother, Luna Ann, gracefully ate her breakfast. Across from me sat Riana, her smile as perfect as always. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of triumph that had been growing ever since she solidified her place by my side.Still, my thoughts betrayed me. Milana's face hovered in my mind like a ghost refusing to be exorcised. I had decided months ago—rejecting her was supposed to be the right choice. She was a disgrace to her pack, too weak to support the ambitious future I envisioned for our own. I needed strength, not fragility, in a mate.And yet, here I was, haunted by echoes of her presence. The memory of her soft eyes and quiet resilience lingered stubbornly, casting shadows over every interaction I shared with Riana."Magnu

Magnus' POVThe dining hall, which had just moments ago been filled with the joyful hum of laughter and chatter, now felt stifling under the weight of Alpha Rick's simmering rage. The clatter of silverware had ceased, replaced by an oppressive silence that hung in the air like a storm cloud waiting to break. The once-celebratory energy evaporated, leaving only tension thick enough to choke on.My father stood at the head of the long wooden table, his broad shoulders taut, fists clenched at his sides. His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now blazed with a fury I had rarely witnessed. My father had always embodied unyielding control—a leader who inspired loyalty and fear equally—but now that mask was slipping, revealing a tempest of emotions beneath.I couldn't hide my surprise. Seeing the man who commanded respect from every pack member on the brink of such visible anger was unsettling. His knuckles whitened, and I wondered if the table might splinter under the sheer force of

Maximus' POVThe morning light streamed through my office windows, casting golden streaks over the polished desk. Stacks of reports and files covered every inch of space, demanding my attention, yet my mind drifted elsewhere. A knock at the door broke through the haze of my thoughts."Come in," I called, my tone sharp, betraying my frustration.Rowan entered my office with the same composed, purposeful stride I had expected from him. The faint scent of pine and fresh earth clung to his clothes, a reminder that while I often found myself trapped in meetings and administrative work, Rowan was still deeply connected to the land and the wolves who called it home. His calm yet efficient demeanor never faltered despite challenges that would have unsettled lesser wolves.He was one of the few whose opinion I valued, a steady force in a world often ruled by emotion and chaos. While others scrambled to gain my favor with half-truths or empty promises, Rowan remained resolutely grounded, speaki

Chapter 37Maximus' POVThe office was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers as I worked through another stack of tedious documents. The scent of aged leather and cedar lingered in the room, grounding me as the weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders. This rhythm had become my life—day in and day out, managing the endless intricacies of leading the pack. There was a time when I approached this work enthusiastically, each task a stepping stone to proving myself as Alpha. But nearly a century of leadership had eroded that initial spark, replacing it with the unrelenting grind of obligation. Now, it wasn't passion that kept me at this desk; it was duty, pure and simple.I glanced up briefly, noting Rowan seated across from me in one of the deep leather chairs. His usual composure, an asset I often relied on, was absent today. Subtle signs of unrest betrayed him—his fingers tapped an uneven rhythm on the armrest, his shoulders tensed, and his gaze flickered between me an

Milana’s POVThe air in the greenhouse was thick with tension, the fragrant aroma of blooming flowers doing little to mask the suffocating weight of their disdain. Sunlight filtered through the glass walls, casting golden streaks on the polished floors, but it felt cold, almost mocking. The words of the elder women cut through the serenity, sharp and deliberate, each syllable a calculated strike designed to wound.Their smooth yet filled with venom voices reverberated around the room, making it feel smaller as if their cruelty was closing in on me. My chest tightened with every breath, a struggle under their withering gaze.“How dare you speak like that,” Elder Maris hissed, her sharp tone reverberating in the quiet room. Her silver hair, coiled into a tight bun, seemed as unyielding as her gaze. “You’re insolent and disrespectful, far too confident for someone so unworthy.”Her words felt like a slap, but what came next was worse. “Even if you do manage to bear an heir, that child wi