All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S HATED CONTRACT MATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

HERAThe arrow froze inches from Ben’s chest, its tip suspended in the air, shivering with the threat it still held. A faint, unnatural purple hue surrounded it.Ben’s powers.I realised with a rush of awe and relief. His expression was deadly calm as he reached out, taking the arrow delicately by the shaft and bringing it close to his nose, inhaling carefully.“It’s poisoned,” he murmured, almost too calmly, examining the dark residue on the tip with an unsettling intensity. I felt a chill run down my spine. Someone had just tried to kill me… maybe even the both of usand he was examining it like it was some sort of puzzle.I tried to find words, my throat tight. “Ben, who—”“Stay here,” he ordered, not looking at me. His face was set, his eyes narrowing as he turned his attention to the window, tension coiling through his body. Then, without a second’s hesitation, he moved toward the windows.“Wait—Ben!” I reached for him, instinctively, as if I could stop him.But he had alread

ATTICUS“I know you want to protect me because of the coronation,” she said, her voice steady but carrying that edge she got when she was trying to keep something buried deep down. “But I have my own reasons to make sure it’s successful.”As Hera’s words hung in the air, my chest tightened. Her words hit me harder than I cared to admit. She thought this was about the coronation, the kingdom, some calculated plan. And maybe I wanted her to keep believing that—to make it easier on both of us. But if I was honest, I knew it wasn’t. This was about her. And I wasn’t prepared to watch her walk straight into whatever fire was waiting for her.“What do you mean?” I forced my voice to stay level, hoping she didn’t see the tension coiling beneath.She took a breath, like she was bracing herself. Rising, she walked over to the window, staring out as if she was seeing her pack lands instead of the vast palace lands. “I must see the end of the betrayal and even if I have to do another forbidde

ATTICUSThe moment I sank deep inside her, everything else fell away. Her body took me in, hot and tight, and I couldn’t hold back, driving into her with a fierce rhythm, every thrust slamming our bodies together in a way that was raw, unforgiving. Each movement sent a shockwave through her; her back arched, her fingers gripping into my shoulders as I lifted her to straddle me, pressing her firmly down on my cock until she was flush against me.“That’s it,” I growled, feeling her pulse around me, her slick heat pulling me deeper.I kept my thrusts fast, deep, torturous, dragging it out as her moans grew louder, until I was sure Ben could hear every desperate sound she made.She was tight, slick, and perfect, clinging to me as if she was made for this. Her head tilted back, lips parted in a scream, and I didn’t give her a chance to recover before I pulled her hips down harder, forcing her to take every inch.“Look at you,” I grunted, tightening my hold on her, pulling her down as I dr

HERAThe photographer's instructions sounded like muffled noise in the background as Atticus and I stood side by side, dressed in the finest royal attire, ready for the portraits that would forever mark us as king and queen. He has not even looked at me yet, his gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder, his posture painfully stiff. I forced a smile, even though it felt strained. “Just a little closer, please, Lady Hera,” the photographer urged. I inched nearer, feeling the tension radiating from Atticus like heat from a fire. He didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as blink, and the forced distance between us felt like a wall he was determined not to break. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that he was avoiding me, more obviously than ever since the last time he’d barged into my room and fucked me with so much brutality, it left me sore for days. And I wasn’t even complaining.But after that night, he’d pulled away entirely, his presence as cold and absent as if we were strangers. It had gon

HERAThe morning light spilled softly across my vanity, catching in the strands of my hair as Anisha carefully pulled the comb through it. But my mind was somewhere else—still back in that room with Atticus, still pressed against that wall as he plummeted into me with hunger. My folds began to moisten but not in the same way my heart fluttered despite myself, an unwelcome reminder of feelings I’d sworn to keep buried. I knew he felt something too, a pull neither of us seemed able to control, though he tried with everything in him to resist. And I understood why. To him, I was still the villain of his story, a constant reminder that he lost his wife. Despite everything I’d done—every effort I’d made to prove myself as anything but the villain in his story—he still couldn’t see me any other way.And yet, I was as much a victim as he was, manipulated just as he also was, a pawn, like him, in someone else’s game. If only he could see that. If only he’d see me.I barely registered when