All Chapters of Contract Love With Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Milana’s POVAs I stepped into the training grounds, the morning air was cool against my skin. Max was already there, his imposing figure commanding attention. His stance was rigid, his expression unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes left no room for distraction.I steeled myself, shoving down the unease that always seemed to surface when he was near. There was no time for nerves, not today. Max’s serious demeanour left little room for anything but focus, and for that, I was grateful. His unrelenting instruction demanded every ounce of my attention, leaving no space for the awkward tension between us since we last spoke.“Positions!” Max’s voice rang out, cutting through the crisp morning air. As Max stepped to the centre, the warriors around me snapped into action, forming a semi-circle.“Pair up,” he commanded, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group. “Today, we focus on agility and precision. You’ll need both if you want to survive.”I was paired with one of the younger warrior

Milana’s POVThe words Max spoke hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I was frozen. My mind was racing, trying to understand everything he said. I couldn’t help but ask, my voice shaky, “Wait, are you telling me you want to send me away from here?”Max’s eyes softened, and he immediately shook his head. “No,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “I don’t want to send you away, Milana. I want to forget about the agreement we made. I don’t want this to be about a contract anymore, about a deal. I want you to be my true mate, not just someone I’m using to fulfill a promise.”His words left me breathless. I had anticipated many things, but this? This was unexpected. His sincerity was evident, and the intensity of his gaze made my heart race. Max's voice, thick with emotion, continued, “I can’t let you go, Milana. Not even after you’ve given me what I’ve asked for. I want you, all of you, to stay by my side. I want you to be mine in every way.”I could feel the weight of his words

Riana’s POVThe fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room, but its warmth barely reached me. Inside, the cold rage I felt refused to thaw. My hands tightened around the edges of the wooden table, the rough texture grounding me as I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes at Hendry and Hera. The twins lounged casually in their chairs, calm, composed expressions almost mocking. Yet, beneath their nonchalant exteriors, I could see the slight tension in Hendry’s jaw and the way Hera’s fingers drummed lightly on the armrest. They knew me too well. They knew the storm was about to break.I took a deep breath, my glare unwavering as I stared them down. They had been with me through everything, my accomplices in every plan, every scheme. But this time, it wasn’t just their loyalty I needed. I needed results. “We have a problem,” I said, my voice sharp enough to cut through the crackling flames. “Magnus barely looks at me anymore, let alone speaks to me. This is all Mil

Milana’s POVThe power coursing through me felt unreal. Every movement and breath was charged with an energy I hadn’t known I possessed. Training had revealed the strength deep within me, and now, as I stood amidst the clearing, the aftermath of my sparring session still fresh in my muscles, I realised I hadn’t even broken a sweat. No hint of exhaustion lingered; instead, a steady hum of vitality pulsed through me. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.Max approached, his steps light but purposeful. His towering frame was comforting, yet his expression held something softer now—a smile that was for me and me alone. He sat beside me under the sprawling oak tree, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes as he leaned back against the trunk. Without a word, he reached for my hand, his grip warm and firm.“Impressive,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of pride. “You’re stronger than even you realise.”I glanced at him, my chest tightening at his smile. Max had changed since

Riana’s POV.The taste of wine turned bitter on my tongue as I stared, utterly stunned. I coughed, nearly choking on the liquid, and muttered, “Moon Goddess...” under my breath, my voice barely above a whisper. My hand trembled as I set the glass down, my eyes blinking furiously, hoping to dispel what must have been an illusion.But no matter how often I blinked, the figure across the room didn’t vanish. My chest tightened, disbelief and dread coiling together as I stared. She wasn’t a trick of the light or a cruel figment of my imagination conjured by my guilty conscience. No, she was real. And she was here.Her presence was like a storm that had rolled in without warning, shaking the foundations of everything I had carefully constructed. Her emerald gown clung to her perfectly, and the way she carried herself—confident, poised—was a stark contrast to the weak, pitiful Milana I had known. Her hair shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers, her striking features illuminated in