All Chapters of Contract Love With Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Maximus’ POVThe soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm light over the room, its gentle radiance illuminating the delicate features of the woman lying unconscious on the bed. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, even rhythm, a sign that she was stable, at least physically. I sat in a chair beside her, my elbows resting on my knees as I leaned forward, watching her as though my sheer will could pull her back to consciousness.The room was far from empty. The pack’s healer, the doctor, and a handful of nurses bustled around, tending to her wounds and monitoring her condition. Their hushed voices spoke in clipped tones, updating one another on her progress. I tuned out their words, focusing only on her. A strand of her blonde hair had fallen across her face, and for a moment, I had the absurd urge to brush it away. But I didn’t. I remained where I was, motionless, a silent guardian at her side.Finally, the medical team concluded their work. The healer approached me, her expression a mixt

Maximus’ POVDinner was a quiet affair—too quiet. I sat at the grand table in my quarters, staring at the plate of food meticulously prepared by the kitchen staff. The aroma was tantalizing; under any other circumstances, I might have devoured it without a second thought. But tonight, the idea of eating turned my stomach.Milana was still unconscious. Six days had passed, and the silence from her felt heavier with each passing moment. Her presence in our shared quarters, so still and unmoving, was a constant reminder of everything that had happened and still needed to be done.I poked at the food with my fork, moving unrelenting. Milana's voice echoed in my mind, her haunting questionreverberating in my chest. Do you enjoy this? The memory of her glowing eyes and the eerie calm of the marsh sent shivers down my spine.I glanced over at her, my pulse still racing. She was still lying there, as still as ever, her face peaceful. But the image of her in my dream- the strength, power, and

Milana’s POVThe offer from Max lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper, refusing to be ignored. Learning to control my newfound strength was crucial. I couldn’t deny that. The chaos of my powers terrified me, but trusting Max completely? That was another matter.I barely knew the man I called my husband. His intentions and his motivations were not clear. Was his offer genuine, or was there something more self-serving beneath the surface? Despite my doubts, his words had a weight that demanded consideration. He was confident in his ability to teach me, promising I could learn to protect myself under his guidance. "This opportunity," he had said, "will only come once."Standing in front of a mirror in my room two days later, I tied my hair into a high ponytail. My reflection stared back at me, sharper than I remembered. The softness in my eyes had been replaced with a sharper edge, a hint of steel that even I hadn’t noticed before. I had seen how people looked at me recently—hesi

Milana’s POVThe weight of Cindy’s words echoed in my mind, reverberating like ripples across a still lake.“You’re exactly where you need to be,” she had said with unwavering certainty. Her tone carried no doubt, only frustration—frustration at having been locked away within me, unnoticed and unheard, for so long.As I stood there, still reeling from the encounter with my wolf, I couldn’t hold back my questions any longer. “Why did you say that about Max?” My voice sounded small, almost timid, as I addressed the powerful presence in my mind.Cindy’s laugh was rich and filled with amusement. “Oh, Milana,” she said, her tone both teasing and affectionate. “How can you not see it? That man in front of you is our destiny.”Her words struck me like a thunderbolt. My breath caught, and my chest tightened. Destiny? Max was our destiny? I stumbled backward in shock, and before I could process the enormity of her statement, my body shifted back into human form. The cool air kissed my skin, ma

Maximus’ POVThe tension clawed at my chest like a restless beast, refusing to let me breathe. Milana’s presence in the dining room lingered in my mind, her steady gaze and the subtle way her emotions played across her face. She was impossible to read thoroughly, yet I couldn’t stop trying. The bond between us tugged at something primal within me, a strong pull that was maddening.I knew it was the Moon Goddess’ doing—this connection, this incessant, unyielding need to be near her. It coursed through me like a fever I couldn’t shake, burning at the edges of my resolve. But knowing its source didn’t make it any easier to bear. If anything, it only made it worse. Complicated didn’t even begin to describe the tangled mess of emotions that gripped me. Every step I took down the corridor seemed to echo with the weight of my inner conflict, each footfall a reminder of the war raging inside me.Milana’s face lingered in my mind as her sharp, observant eyes flicked over me during breakfast. S