All Chapters of Contract Love With Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Magnus’s POVThe day passed in a blur, every moment occupied with a growing sense of urgency. My father and I had been consumed with planning the attack on Springcrest Prowlers. It was the only thing that mattered now, the only way to regain some control over the situation that had spiraled out of our hands. But the weight of it all bore down on me, and as the day drew to a close, I could feel the pressure building inside.Dinner had been a tense affair, everyone sitting in silence as if afraid to speak. Once it was over, I retreated to my room, hoping to find some semblance of peace. But as soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt the familiar rush of anger flooding my chest. My father’s words echoed in my mind, each one a cruel reminder of my failures. He had made it clear—this was my fault. Every misstep, every wrong turn, had led us here to the brink of war with Maximus and the Springcrest Prowlers.I could feel the rage clawing at me, a suffocating presence that left me gaspin

Milana’s POVThis poor bed is going to give up.The thought crossed my mind as I lay there, catching my breath, the sheets tangled around us like a chaotic declaration of how far we'd pushed things. It wasn't just about passion-it was about the pull, the undeniable connection that drew us together time and time again. I swear, we never had enough of each other. It was insatiable, this need we had. We didn't just make love; we devoured each other, consumed by a hunger that never seemed to wane.It was like breathing, like eating-an essential part of our existence. A necessity. The connection between us wasn't just physical; it was something far deeper, something primal. And now, with the full moon in its zenith, that pull was even stronger. The moon stirred the ancient instincts buried within us, a rhythm we couldn't ignore even if we wanted to. The mating instinct surged through our veins, raw and untamed, leaving us helpless to resist.His touch set my skin ablaze, his presence alone

Milana’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through Max’s office windows, casting a warm glow across the polished mahogany desk. I sat perched on the edge of one of the chairs, my fingers lightly tracing the armrest as Max and Rowan reviewed the contents of a message they’d received earlier. It was from The Tranquil Pack—a request to meet with me—it wasn’t the first in this month. The mere mention of them made my wolf, Cindy, stir uneasily in the back of my mind.Max’s expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his displeasure. Rowan, standing off to the side, crossed his arms as he waited for me to speak. I straightened in my seat, my voice steady as I finally broke the silence.“I don’t think it’s a problem,” I said, my tone calm yet firm. “If they want to meet with me, we should let them. We’ll learn more about their intentions that way.”Max’s dark eyes snapped to mine, his displeasure now glaringly evident. “Absolutely not,” he said, his voice low and authorita

Milana’s POVThe evening air in the garden was cool, carrying the faint scent of blooming roses. I turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, expecting perhaps Daisy again. Instead, my breath hitched. Standing there, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight, were two men I knew all too well—Lewis and Magnus.A chill crept up my spine as my gaze locked on them, though I quickly masked it with a cold glare. Of all the people I could have encountered tonight, these two were the last I wanted to see. The weight of their presence was suffocating, like a shadow stretching across the moonlit garden.Lewis’s sharp eyes raked over me, dissecting me with a look that felt invasive, as though he could uncover every thought in my mind. There was something unnerving about the way he stared—intense, calculating, as if I were a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve. His demeanor was far from warm or fatherly, despite his earlier claims of being my blood. Instead, it was laced with a possessiven

Milana’s POVThe aftermath of the fight hung heavy in the air as Max turned to me, his stormy eyes scanning my face for any sign of injury. His hand brushed lightly against my arm as if to ensure I was still in one piece. "Are you okay?" he asked, his deep voice laced with concern.I nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "I'm fine, Max. Really," I assured him. My voice was steady, though my adrenaline was still coursing through me. I didn't miss the way his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he silently assessed the situation."Milana, you went too far," Magnus's voice cut through the tension. His tone carried both frustration and something else-something almost desperate. He stood next to Riana, who was leaning against him, her face pale and her once-polished appearance now a shadow of its former glory.I raised an eyebrow at him, my lips curving into a smirk. "Did I? Last I checked, she was the one who attacked me first." My voice was calm, yet laced with enough veno