Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 19

19 Chapter 19 I’ll break her first

19 Chapter 19 I’ll break her first

I sat in my study, the heavy oak desk a barrier between me and the chaos of the world

outside.

But tonight, peace eluded me.

My fingers drummed impatiently on the polished wood as I waited for the knock that would deliver the report I’d demanded.

Naomi–my treacherous little omega had wormed her way under my skin again, stirring doubts I couldn’t afford. Three years ago, she’d fled after I found she’s my mate, leaving me with a bond that festered like an open wound.

Now, captured, she still claimed innocence in her betrayals. But I knew better. Omegas like her were masters of deception, their sweet scents hiding venomous hearts.

The door creaked open, and my beta investigator, Thorne, slipped inside. He clutched a sealed envelope, his eyes avoiding mine, a sure sign of bad news.

“Alpha Elias,” he murmured, bowing his head in submission. “The confidential report, as you requested. We’ve verified it through multiple sources.”

I snatched the envelope from his hand, dismissing him with a curt nod. As the door clicked shut, I tore it open, spilling documents across the desk: witness statements, faded pack records, even grainy photographs of old territorial maps. My eyes scanned the first page, and my world tilted.

“Harlan Voss… responsible for the murder of Alpha Roderick and Luna Selene.”

My parents. The words blurred as disbelief crashed over me like a tidal wave. No. It couldn’t be. I’d always known their deaths were no accident, but this? A calculated assassination by the parents of the omega I’d claimed as my mate?

I forced myself to read on, poring over the evidence with a growing knot in my gut.

Witness statements from survivors of that dark era detailed hushed meetings between Naomi’s father, Alpha Harlan of the now–scattered Shadowclaw Pack, and hired assassins.

Pack records showed territorial disputes escalating–my family’s expansion into fertile lands that Harlan coveted, driven by jealousy that festered into hatred.

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“Harlan orchestrated the ambush to seize control,” one statement read, “but underestimated the retaliation.”

The pain hit me then, sharp and visceral, twisting my insides. I’d built my empire on the ashes of that loss, vowing never to let emotion weaken me again. Yet here it was, paining my entire being again.

A vivid flashback seized me, pulling me back to that fateful day twelve years ago. I was just ten, the young heir returning from a border patrol, the scent of pine and earth clinging to my clothes. The pack house loomed ahead, usually alive with laughter and the savory aroma of my mother’s cooking.

But that day, silence greeted me–an unnatural hush broken only by the distant howl of a wolf. My heart pounded as I pushed open the door, the metallic tang of blood assaulting my senses.

There they were: my father, Alpha Roderick, sprawled across the great hall floor, his throat torn open, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. My mother, Luna Selene, lay beside him, her body twisted in a final, futile attempt to shield him, claw marks raking

her chest.

The ambush had been brutal–attackers from the rival Shadowclaw Pack, masked and merciless, slipping past guards under the cover of a storm.

Harlan’s jealousy had fueled it; he’d spread rumors of our family’s “greed,” rallying his followers to strike at our heart. I remembered dropping to my knees, roaring in anguish as the scent of their spilled blood mingled with the intruders‘ lingering traces. The plan backfired spectacularly; my pack rallied under my command, retaliating with a fury that scattered the Shadowclaws into hiding. But the victory was hollow. I’d buried my parents under the full moon, their graves a constant reminder of the cost of

power.

I snapped back to the present, sweat beading on my forehead, the fire’s warmth suddenly oppressive. Rage simmered beneath the disbelief. Naomi’s father had stolen my family, and she’d run from me three years ago… was it coincidence? Or had she known, her flight a coward’s escape from the truth I’d uncover?

The mate bond tugged at me, a lingering softness born from that night we’d shared, her scent like wild honey and moonlight, her body yielding so sweetly under mine.

But now? It curdled into betrayal. She was tainted by their blood, a serpent in omega’s clothing.

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A sharp rap at the door jolted me. Before I could respond, it swung open, and in strode Darius, my cousin–evil incarnate wrapped in a charming facade.

Unannounced, as always, barging into my domain.

“Cousin,” he drawled, sauntering to the desk without invitation. “I hear you’ve been digging into old graves. Thought I’d save you the trouble.”

My jaw clenched, alpha instincts flaring at his intrusion. Darius had always been the thorn in my side–ambitious, scheming, forever plotting to undermine me while pretending loyalty.

“What do you want?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “If you’ve come to gloat, choose your words carefully.”

He chuckled, a sound like gravel underfoot, and pulled a small device from his pocket -a recorder, its red light blinking ominously.

“Gloat? No, Elias. I’m here to confirm something. Your little report is spot on. Harlan and his rogue friends did orchestrated the hit on your parents. Jealousy makes monsters of us all.” He leaned against the desk, his scent–sharp and metallic, like bloodied steel–clashing with mine in a subtle challenge. “But I have proof. Fresh from

the source.”

He pressed play, and a raspy voice filled the room–Harlan’s, broken and pained, extracted under duress no doubt. “Yes… I ordered the ambush. Roderick was expanding too fast, taking what was ours. We struck to claim the territory… but it failed. When Elias rose to power and was so near to catch the culprit, I told my daughter to run. Three years ago, after she…find out they’re mates. I knew he’d come for us all if he found out.”

The recording clicked off, and silence descended, heavy as a shroud. Emotions warred within me: shock giving way to a searing rage that burned through my veins like wildfire. Harlan’s confession confirmed it all–the murders, the cover–up, and Naomi’s flight not from fear of me, but from guilt.

Darius watched me, his lips curling into a predatory smile. “See? Your precious omega knew, Elias. That’s why she bolted after spreading her legs for you. Sharing a bed with the son of her parents‘ victims? Must’ve eaten at her conscience if she has one.”

I slammed my fist on the desk, papers scattering. The softness I’d harbored for Naomi -the pull of the bond that had made me hesitate in fully breaking her, shattered like

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