บททั้งหมดของ Contract with the lycan king : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Agatha's eyes light up. "Yes! Let her have her way, Harry. Let her show them what happens when you mess with an Alpha's daughter!"The accused wolves start screaming protests, but one look from me silences them. I nod slowly. "Okay, my dear. They're yours to punish. Do to them as you please""Thank you, Daddy," Leah whispers, and she let out that grin- that familiar grin that started reminding me of other incidents, other accusations that ended similarly. The time the maid "stole" her handcrafted tea plate. But I remember finding the broken pieces hidden under Leah's bed weeks later when we were trying to pack out of the old pack house, but Agatha had dismissed it. "She must have planted them there," she had said. But there was no way I could confirm the truth, I had already banished the maidThen there was the young warrior who "attacked" her in a ball. Thinking of it now, I remember how eyewitnesses said that the boy didn't even attend the ball.The pageantry candidate who "threaten

The next morning meets me in the library. I didn't even realize. I rush to the room so that Agatha would not know that I did not sleep in it. I am very lucky because immediately I enter and lie down on the bed to pretend I have been in it all night, Agatha wakes up.The next thing we are having breakfast- a peaceful breakfast when nobody is talking. Agatha is eating her food and Leag is playing with her own food while pressing her phones- occasionally sending voice messages where she would laugh hilariously and sometimes disturb the peace on the dining table"Have you seen this garbage?" Leah suddenly screams as she scrolls through her phone. Her fork clatters against the ceramic plate, making me wince from unexpectancy. "They're calling me a 'spoiled princess that is just wicked.' They are saying who gave me the right to punish those people that way. How dare they! They have all lost the respect they have for us!"I pause with my spoon full of food halfway to my lips, watching as her

The library feels colder tonight. I sit in my leather chair, staring at the shattered remains of the glass table. I should have called a servant to come and clean it, but for some weird reasons I didn't. I subtly want to watch the evidence of my rage scattered all over the ground. Agatha's words resounded in my head: "You're not sleeping in the room today. That is your punishment!" As if I'm a child to be disciplined rather than her Alpha, her mate. But at least I am a good husband“You are no Alpha,” my wolf snarls at me. Oh moon goddess! I am tired of his constant poke nosing in the affairs of my life. “An Alpha would not let his mate treat him this way. An Alpha would not let his daughter become a monster like you are letting Leah become. The pack members are right, you are breeding a monster in your home!” he continuesI try to ignore him, but it seems like he is trying to strike a nerve- my nerve. "Shut up," I growl into the room. The alcohol in my glass trembles as my hand shake

Leah's PovI am happy as I watch how the first journalist is dragged forward towards the raised podium where I stand. I feel like a symbol of justice. If it were in the old times, perhaps I would be an executioner. I like the way the whip fits in my hands. I spent all night practicing how to whip without getting tired and I am so excited so much that I cannot wait to start dealing with all these people who thought they could challenge me and go scott free.I let my eyes land on the journalist and I laugh at his pathetic attempt to speak. He doesn't really concern me, the people I really want to deal with are those ones that dared to push me out of the boss the day I was coming from the Alistair Kingdom. I would have loved to use my fresh strength to punish them, but I want to punish others first so the criminals from the bus would shudder in fear. I want them to die from fear before I even touch themThe journalist keeps trying to beg me and it even infuriates me the more because he k

I feel my heart stop when Daddy's gaze remains fixed on me. Although I see him as weak, there is a kind of image I want to put up with him."Alonso mentioned in his letter that Alora was drugged into heat that night. Did you have anything to do with it, Leah?" his voice is cold. He doesn't sound as weak as he seemed earlier onBefore I can respond, Mother jumps to my defense, her voice carrying disappointment.. "Harry, we've been through this before! Why do you like opening up old wounds? Leah only put Alora's medication in her drink because Alira refused to take them. As a matter of fact, I told her to do it. Leah would not deliberately hurt her sister! She loves Alora, but Alora doesn't reciprocate the love!”My eyes widens as Mother speaks. How does she know about that night? I thought… I thought… I had. The question in my mind must show on my face because Mother turns to me with an explanatory look."Someone sent us pictures from that night, darling," she says softly, reaching out