All Chapters of The Don's Contract Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Damien’s POVThe kitchen was a disaster zone now, with shelves overturned, spices scattered, the sweet scent of vanilla and burnt sugar mingling with the smell of blood.The workers were a blur of motion, trying desperately to shield Rosie, to pull her away from the crossfire.I feel the alpha’s hunger waning, the raw fury being replaced by a cold, dawning realization.My eyes lock onto Harry’s, and for a heartbeat, I see not a foe but a mirror of my own desperation, a man willing to sacrifice everything for someone he cares about.The realization hits me like a physical blow, and the aura around me shakes, dimming just enough for the world to break through the red haze.“Enough,” I gasped more to the wolf in me as the alpha inside me snarled one last time before retreating into the shadows of my mind.My eyes darted towards Rosie. I could see her wrapped in Cadence's arms as he shook her softly.I stagger back, my hands shaking, the alpha’s power draining from my veins like spilled i

HarryHe slammed his body to a tree at my side and the rest gasped stepping back."I'm not a monster!!!" I roared that my voice rolled through the trees like thunder.For a moment, the hunters froze, their spears glint in the waning light of the moon.I could hear their shallow breath and their eyes wide with fear and awe.Their leader who had called me monster last crumbled against the trunk of the oak.I shook when I found a thin line of blood staining the bark where his head had struck. He stared up at me, his gaze rizzed between hatred and something that might have been curiosity. “You… you’re not…,” he gasped, voice ragged, “you’re… something else."My chest heaved and this surge of power felt like a taunt string. Yet I felt I was in control somehow.I could feel the monster inside me, raw, hungry, eager to unleash, yet another part of me, the part that had on

Damien"Don't... you'd only make them think I did it!"Harry?I turned to look at him and just realized he never left but he's himself now...how did that work?Strange."Do I look like I fucking care about your reputation!" I screamed back taking a glimpse at his worn out clothes and it's the red moon.He didn't go biserk? Something is wrong!Why is he making this difficult! I cussed at him but then he stood beside me."Let me take it from here" he whispers and I scoffed.Is he trying to play a hero now? The show is mine!And I'm not overreacting, he's stealing my spotlight."Let's kill them and end it!" I screeched grinning at him as he shook his head."Wiping their memories is the best""You're so soft!!" I snapped pouting at him."And you're a joker! Who gets excited to kill!" He argued back."You're talking back at the alpha!""Then what? You'd fight me too?""I

AustinOh, you thought I never exist, I did but at this point, I'm still thinking about who keeps jeopardizing my plans.Every fucking plans! Tracing Harry is like he doesn't even exist and our the blue, Damien keeps sending me away even when it's not a serious issue.It's like he's slowly kicking me away and I'm going insane. I lost Hera, i lost my ambush and now, I might lose my mind.How about I just kill him in his sleep?"You look like you're having sleepless night"Speaking of the devil and he'd right beside me, checking his fuel tank as he'd want a race with me.Not after that morning breakfast were those two decided to be all lovey-dovey.I heard elder Safari intended to talk about the division of borders but then Damien silenced him and I don't know how."Hmm, I got busy like you wish" I responded just leaning on my bike.I wasn't even in the mood to race but just in my villa, excuting plans until his cal

RosieI felt the heat of Austin's glare, his frustration and anger."Rather than ranting your frustration on me, why don't you get to work?" he growled, his voice low and rough.I gawped at him with a racing heart as I heaved a sigh.I thought he'd hand over the gun to me, let me take care of myself. But instead, he swayed behind me, pushing the gun forward and clasping my hand together on it. The metal felt cold and heavy, but his touch was warm and commanding."Austin..." I called wanting to pull out of his hold but he quickly swirled me around.No instructions needed, and we moved as one. Bullets flew, and I felt the recoil of the gun, but it was like we were dancing. A deadly, beautiful dance where the preys were the targets, and we were the partners.Awkward.His chest was pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck, guiding and directing me.His left hand w