Contract Marriage To The Alpha King
Ava Sinclair is drowning in debt, desperate to save her critically ill twin brother. With nowhere else to turn, she seeks help from Damian Blackwood—her ruthless, emotionless CEO. But Damian has problems of his own. As an Alpha who despises women, he’s being pressured by his powerful grandmother to marry within a week. Furious, he vows to marry on his terms.
A drunken call mistakenly connects him to Ava, where he demands she find him a woman. She misunderstands, insults him, and calls him a pervert. The next day, Damian summons her, revealing he knows about her financial struggles. He offers her a deal—marry him in exchange for clearing all her debts. Ava agrees but sets strict conditions: no touching, no mistresses in their home, and no breaking the contract.
Damian smirks, thinking it will be an easy arrangement—until his wolf stirs at her presence. Despite his hatred for Omegas, his possessiveness grows. His wolf whispers, She is ours. Mark her. But Damian refuses to accept it. His past—his mother’s betrayal—fuels his loathing for the mate bond.
Yet, Ava fights back against his dominance, defying him at every turn. Tension simmers, jealousy flares, and his control begins to shatter. When a rival Alpha targets Ava, Damian is forced into battle—not just against his enemies, but himself. In a moment of desperation, his wolf takes over. He realizes too late—Ava is his mate.
But she’s gone. Kidnapped. Enraged, Damian unleashes his fury, tearing through his enemies. When he finally gets her back, she is broken, unwilling to trust him.
For the first time, Damian Blackwood begs. "Give me one chance, Ava."
But she won’t be caged. Now, he must fight—not as an Alpha, but as a man in love.
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Chapter: You led us to the proof—now what?Elara’s POVThe chamber door sealed behind us with a ward-snap that echoed like a final breath, but the air still hummed with the quad's chaos—distant howls from Thorne's betas fading into the night, Voss's pyre-flames guttering out like reluctant embers, Lira's veiled murmurs dissolving into cryptic silence. Victory clung to us like sweat after a rut, dark and tentative, its aftertaste bittersweet on my tongue. Alexander's hand lingered at the small of my back, fingers pressing possessive through my leathers, guiding me deeper into the room where sconces flickered low, casting long shadows that danced like lovers entwined. The bond thrummed between us—ecstasy restrained, a coiled spring of storm and flame begging release, but we held it, savoring the edge.“We changed the narrative,” he murmured, voice a husky thunder-rumble that vibrated against my skin as he turned me to face him, grey eyes locking onto mine with feral intensity. His lips claimed mine in a storm-heated kiss—fierce
Last Updated: 2026-01-04
Chapter: Let them try!Elara’s POV“They’re going to try again,” I said, voice steady but laced with dark foresight, flames flickering low in my core like embers banked for a longer burn. “Differently. Subtler traps—divide us with doubt, isolate with 'protections.' Whisper campaigns in the halls, reassigned allies, 'concerned' mentors pulling us aside for private counsel. They’ll frame it as care, but it’s dissection—peeling back our bond layer by layer until they find a weakness to exploit.”Alexander’s grey eyes darkened to slate, storm brewing beneath the surface, his fingers tightening around mine in a grip that was equal parts anchor and claim—sensual pressure sending sparks through our link, dark need stirring amid the resolve. He pulled me closer, bodies aligning flush in the chamber’s dim glow, his ozone-pine scent wrapping around me like a storm cloud heavy with promise. “Let them try,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear, voice a husky thunder-growl that vibrated through my chest, igniting flames in
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: Call it what it is!Elara's POV The door opened without waiting for our permission, wards parting with a reluctant groan as if coerced. Three figures entered the chamber, their presence a chill draft cutting the sensual warmth we'd cultivated—two guardians in full rune-plate armor, visors down but eyes visible through slits, glowing with enhancement spells; flanked between them, a woman in layered indigo robes embroidered with archival sigils that shimmered like captured starlight. Archivist-General Selene Vire—older than Maerin by decades, sharper in intellect, and infinitely more dangerous because she believed, with fervent zeal, that systems could tame any chaos, bend any anomaly to order's will. Her silver hair was bound in a severe coil, face etched with lines of calculated wisdom, but her eyes—piercing sapphire—flicked immediately to our linked hands, assessing the diad's glow with clinical detachment that masked deeper unease.“Forgive the intrusion,” Selene said, voice smooth as polished glass,
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
Chapter: Do you feel it? Elara’s POV The night did not fall so much as it settled, a velvet shroud draping the academy's spires with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the descent. Lanterns dimmed in orchestrated waves, their ethereal glow fading to embers that pulsed like dying stars—wards shifting seamlessly into nocturne patterns, invisible threads tightening around dormitories and corridors with mathematical precision that bordered on obsession. Order masquerading as rest, yes, but beneath it lurked the academy's true nature: a living entity, counting its inhabitants with every regulated breath of stone and spell. I stood at the arched window long after the curfew bells tolled their somber knell, watching the glow-lines along the courtyards throb in calculated intervals—faint azure veins etching the flagstones, syncing with the distant hum of ley conduits buried deep.A heartbeat.Another.Like the academy was not just watching us, but *measuring*—probing for fractures in our resolve, testing the tens
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
Chapter: Do you feel it?Elara’s POVThe night did not fall so much as it settled.The academy had its own way of dimming—lanterns lowering in intensity, wards shifting into nocturne patterns, patrol routes overlapping with mathematical precision. Order masquerading as rest. I stood at the window long after the bells marked curfew, watching the glow-lines along the courtyards pulse in regulated intervals.A heartbeat.Another.Like the academy was counting us.Alexander moved behind me without sound. Storm always made him quieter when he was thinking—pressure drawn inward, thunder banked beneath discipline. His presence slid into mine through the bond, not demanding attention, just… there. An anchor.“They’ve reassigned half the guardians on this wing,” he said softly. “Rotations don’t repeat. No familiar patterns.”“Good,” I replied. “That means they’re nervous.”He huffed a quiet breath. “That means they’re preparing.”“Same thing,” I said.I turned from the window and leaned back against the stone. It stil
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
Chapter: Reasonable to whom?Elara's POVThe council chamber didn’t erupt.That was the most dangerous part.No raised voices. No threats. No dramatic invocations of ancient authority. Just a subtle tightening in the air—like a room deciding how much oxygen it was willing to spare.“Of course,” the councilor said smoothly. “No one is speaking of force.”Alexander’s storm shifted—minute, contained, lethal. I felt it brush my awareness through the bond like the edge of a blade being tested for balance.Force never announces itself, I thought. It arrives wrapped in procedure.We left the chamber without agreement, which meant the agreement had already been made without us.The corridor beyond felt longer than it should have. Sound dulled. Even our footsteps seemed reluctant to echo.“They’re going to escalate,” Alexander said at last.“Yes,” I replied. “But carefully. They’ll want it to look reasonable.”“Reasonable to whom?”I didn’t answer right away.To everyone who wasn’t us.A pair of guardians stood at the nex
Last Updated: 2025-12-29
Chapter: You ok?Dante's POV Her plea hung in the air, raw and exposed, the woman who'd once matched my ambition now laying it all bare, vulnerability twisting her features into something almost unrecognizable. Evelyn—fierce, unyielding Evelyn—begging like this? It was a sight that might have swayed me once, back when her fire had ignited mine, when we'd conquered deals and each other with equal ferocity. But now? It rang hollow, a performance born of loneliness rather than love. Her tears streamed unchecked, mascara smudging in dark rivulets down her porcelain cheeks, her grip on my jacket loosening as if the fight was draining out of her. The boardroom, with its panoramic views of the city I'd claimed as my kingdom, felt like a stage for this unwanted revival—a play I had no interest in reprising. I released her wrists gently but firmly, stepping back to create space, the cool air rushing in like a barrier. My heart pounded, not from desire, but from the surge of clarity cutting through the chaos
Last Updated: 2026-01-04
Chapter: A second chance!Dante’s POV Evelyn waited, as I knew she would.The boardroom door clicked shut behind the last departing executive, sealing us in a silence that felt heavier than the polished mahogany table between us. I didn't acknowledge her immediately, letting the quiet stretch like a taut wire, my eyes fixed on the tablet screen where charts and projections glowed in sterile blue light. The air hummed with the low drone of the ventilation system, carrying the faint remnants of coffee and cologne from the meeting, but beneath it all was her—jasmine and something sharper, ambition distilled into scent. Five years, and it still hit like a phantom limb, a reminder of nights tangled in sheets and strategies, of promises broken before they could fully form.She didn't move at first, just stood there at the edge of the table, her presence a gravitational pull I refused to orbit. But I could feel her eyes on me, that piercing green gaze that had once disarmed me in negotiations and bedrooms alike. Fin
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: My ex.Dante's POV “Board chair. Said it was precautionary—fresh eyes on the tech stack. The lead auditor is already in the room.” I nodded, jaw tightening, but kept my voice level. “Understood. Handle the Forbes prep; I’ll want talking points by 2:30.” “Of course.” She peeled off toward her desk, leaving me to enter the boardroom alone. The room smelled like polished wood and expensive coffee, the long mahogany table reflecting the skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city like a declaration of dominance. My senior team was already seated—sharp minds, sharper instincts: Victoria from finance, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose as she tapped at her laptop; Marcus from ops, arms crossed, ever the skeptic; and Legal’s lead, Raj, flipping through a binder of contracts. All eyes tracked me as I took my place at the head of the table, the leather chair sinking under my weight with a whisper. “Let’s get started,” I said calmly, projecting the agenda onto the wall
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: Who authorized it?Dante’s POV I waited until Cassidy was halfway up the steps before pulling away, the engine idling with a low, impatient growl that mirrored the reluctance tightening in my chest. Not because I needed to—but because some instinct in me, honed from years of reading boardrooms and battlefields of negotiation, wanted to make sure she didn’t turn back, didn’t hesitate, didn’t suddenly look small and fragile in the middle of her own life. She didn’t. She squared her shoulders, adjusted the strap of her bag with that determined flick of her wrist I’d come to adore, and disappeared into the current of students moving across campus like a river of backpacks and hurried conversations. Her hair caught the afternoon sun, a flash of gold amid the autumn leaves scattering on the lawn, and for a split second, I envied the simplicity of her world—lectures, debates, the pursuit of ideas without the cutthroat edges of mine.Strong. Resilient. Mine.Even when she didn’t feel like it, she pushed forwa
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: You did good in there.Cassidy’s POV When we finally stepped out of Dad’s room, the door clicking shut softly behind us, the sound felt heavier than it should have—like it marked the end of something sacred and fragile. I paused for half a second in the hallway, my hand still wrapped around Dante’s, my fingers curled into the warmth of his palm as if letting go might unravel whatever fragile steadiness I’d managed to build inside that room.I felt wrung out, but not hollow.Not shattered.Just… gently emptied, the way you feel after crying so hard there’s nothing left but quiet.Hope was dangerous. I knew that. It had teeth. It could turn on you without warning.But it walked beside me anyway, light-footed and stubborn, matching my steps down the long hospital corridor.The fluorescent lights hummed faintly overhead. A gurney rattled past us somewhere behind. Nurses murmured in low, practiced tones. Life continuing—efficient, clinical, indifferent to how monumental every breath felt to me right now.Dante
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
Chapter: Feels like we just closed our eyes.Cassidy’s POV Sleep held me in its gentle grasp, deep and dreamless, the kind that comes after emotional storms and physical release, leaving me floating in a haze of contentment. The rom-com's end credits must have looped into silence sometime in the night, the TV screen now a dim blue glow in the darkened living room, casting faint shadows across the couch where we lay entwined. Dante's arm was still draped over my waist, heavy and protective, his breath steady and warm against the back of my neck, our bodies molded together under the blanket like puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside—cars whispering on the street, a far-off siren fading into nothing. For a moment, I didn't move, savoring the peace, the way his heartbeat synced with mine through his chest pressed to my back, a rhythmic reminder that I wasn't alone in this.But morning light crept in gradually, sneaking through the curtains in pale golden shafts t
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
Chapter: A Life FulfilledElowen's POV The sprawling meadow behind the packhouse was in full, glorious bloom, a vibrant, living canvas stretching to meet the horizon. It was a wild ocean of soft lavender swaying gently in the moonlit breeze, dotted with the sun-kissed faces of daisies and the delicate chime of tiny bellflowers. The night was warm, thick with the lingering heat of a long, sun-drenched day, now steeped in that golden hush that only came with the deepest hours of summer. Fireflies, tiny living jewels, danced in slow, mesmerizing spirals through the tall grass, their ephemeral glow flickering like whispered magic, mirroring the silent, ancient pulse of the earth. Above, the stars shimmered—endless, eternal, stretched across the indigo canvas of the sky like a blanket of scattered diamonds, each one a tiny world of light. It was one of those rare, perfect nights when everything felt exquisitely still—when the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself was savoring the profound qui
Last Updated: 2025-07-29
Chapter: Whispers in the Hall – Pack Reaction to Lyra’s PowerElowen's POV The next morning, the grand packhouse, usually a bastion of calm and order, buzzed like a disturbed hive. A palpable tremor of unease, mingled with a surging tide of fervent curiosity, rippled through the gathered members. The word had spread faster than wildfire, carried on the invisible currents of pack telepathy and hushed whispers. Some claimed to have caught the impossible golden light through the upper windows of the nursery, a beacon of otherworldly power. Others swore they had felt a subtle tremor in the very air—like a soft, resonant thunder without a storm, a deep hum that resonated in their bones. But one thing was certain, undeniable, and spoken of in hushed, awe-filled tones: the Luna’s daughter, barely three months old, had done something no newborn of their kind ever had. She had glowed. “Elowen?” Mira, the head omega, a woman of gentle wisdom and quiet authority, approached me cautiously in the bustling hallway. I was rocking Lyra in my arms, attempting
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: The Night Lyra GlowedElowen's POV It began as a deceptively peaceful evening, one that lulled the senses into a false sense of ordinary tranquility. The persistent rain of the afternoon had finally come and gone, leaving behind a crisp, clean scent of wet earth mingling with the sweet perfume of blooming petals from the rain-kissed gardens. The packhouse, usually a bustling hub of activity and conversation, was unusually quiet—almost too quiet, a hushed anticipation hanging in the air. The only sound breaking the serene stillness was the soft, contented cooing of Lyra from her cradle, nestled by the dancing flames of the nursery hearth. I had just stepped out of the nursery, intending to retrieve a fresh cup of chamomile tea, having asked one of the gentle omegas, Elara, to keep a watchful eye on Lyra while I was gone for mere minutes. Ranon, ever the diligent Alpha, was in the training yard, his powerful form likely cutting through the lingering dampness of the air. Alaric, the meticulous strategist,
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: Lyra – 3 Months Old: A House RebornElowen's POV The ancient stone manor had never felt more alive. It wasn't because of the increased number of formidable guards now stationed at every entrance, their presence a silent, unwavering promise of protection. It wasn't even because of the blooming gardens that had seemingly burst into vibrant, impossible life since Lyra’s birth, as if infused with a new, potent magic. No, the true transformation, the undeniable vibrancy that now hummed through every stone, every beam, every shadowed corridor of the packhouse, was the sound of laughter—deep, unfiltered, joyous peals that echoed from dawn till dusk. And it all, unequivocally, came from her. Lyra. She was three months old now, a miraculous miniature of our combined love. Her cheeks were soft and plump, dimpling with every giggle. Her lashes, impossibly long and dark, curled delicately over her luminous eyes. And her laugh… gods, her laugh… it was a pure, melodic sound that could halt even the fiercest Alpha mid-command, disa
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: A Quiet Night – Just Them and LyraElowen's POV The moon, a luminous disc of pearl, hung low in the velvet sky, casting long, ethereal silver shadows that danced and shifted across the bedroom walls. The only sound in the vast, quiet room was the soft, comforting crackle of the hearth fire, its flames a warm, flickering counterpoint to the cool moonlight. That, and the gentle, impossibly soft breaths of our daughter, a tiny symphony of new life. Lyra lay nestled in a small, exquisitely carved cradle beside our grand bed, a delicate masterpiece of dark wood and soft, organic cotton. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a perfect rhythm that seemed to orchestrate the entire room. Her little fingers, miniature and perfect, twitched in her sleep, curled instinctively around the edge of a pale blanket, hand-stitched with intricate patterns of golden thread that shimmered faintly in the dim light. I sat propped against the headboard, my legs curled to one side, tucked comfortably beneath me. My soft, w
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: The Pack Meets LyraElowen's POV The morning sun, a benevolent cascade of light, poured through the towering stained-glass windows of the Great Hall, painting the ancient stone floor in a breathtaking mosaic of vibrant colors—shards of ruby red, sapphire blue, and molten gold. The grand hearth, at the far end of the hall, blazed with a comforting roar, casting a warm, flickering glow across the vast room as the pack gathered in hushed, expectant waves. Whispers, soft as the rustle of autumn leaves, filled the air. A palpable sense of anticipation hummed beneath the surface, mingling with quiet joy and respectful curiosity. But overriding it all was an undeniable current of reverence, a deep, shared acknowledgment of the sacred moment unfolding. At the very center of the hall, bathed in a pool of multi-colored light, I sat on a raised platform, meticulously cushioned with layers of opulent silks and soft, inviting furs. My body still ached, a deep, persistent throb from the monumental effort of labor,
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: You’re insatiable.Amara's POV The dawn broke softly over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of rose and gold, the light filtering through the dense canopy of pines surrounding the lake. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-soaked moss and the lingering musk of last night’s intimacy. I stirred slowly, my body deliciously sore, every muscle reminding me of the triplets’ fervent touches, their whispered vows, the way they’d reclaimed me under the moon’s watchful gaze. Wrapped in their warmth, I felt like a treasure guarded by three wolves, their bodies a fortress of muscle and devotion.Jaxon was the first to move, his arm tightening around my waist as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the crown of my head. His dark hair was tousled, falling into his eyes, which gleamed with a lazy satisfaction as he caught my gaze. “Morning, Luna,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly loved.”I flushed, the heat creeping up my neck as memo
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
Chapter: Suck me harder, love—just like that.Amara's POV “Yes,” I breathed, no longer able to keep the pleading tremor from my voice. “I want to feel alive. I want to be yours.” He slid into me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely, his girth hitting spots Ryder hadn't, making me moan loudly. "Gods, you're dripping with him," he groaned, starting a rhythm that was faster, more playful than Ryder's—teasing pulls nearly all the way out, then deep pushes that slammed home, his balls slapping against my clit with each impact. One hand reached around to rub my swollen bud, circling in time with his thrusts, fingers slick with our combined juices. Caden knelt in front of me on the bed, his cock level with my mouth, thick and veined, the head flushed and leaking. "Open for me, Amara," he commanded softly, his eyes burning with desire. "Let me feel that pretty mouth while Jaxon fucks you." He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding but not forcing. I obeyed eagerly, taking him in, tongue swirling around the head, savor
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: So wet for us already.Amara's POV The triplets worshipped, healed, and reclaimed me with every touch: gentle as a promise, fierce as an oath. Slowly, methodically, their hands worked down my body, removing every barrier between us. Ryder hooked his fingers into my panties, sliding them down my legs with reverent care, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me, bare and wanting. "Look at you," he breathed, voice hoarse. "So wet for us already. So ready." He tossed the fabric aside, where it landed on the floor with a soft thud, forgotten.Jaxon leaned down, his mouth replacing Caden's hands on my breasts. He took one nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking in rhythm with Ryder's fingers. "Tell me how that feels," he demanded softly, pulling back to blow cool air over the wet peak, making me arch and cry out, my back leaving the mattress."Amazing," I panted, my hands fisting in his hair. "More... please, Jaxon." The bed dipped as he adjusted, his body pressing
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: Please—don't ever stop.Amara's POV Three pairs of hands mapped my body—tentative at first, as if afraid I might shatter under their touch. Ryder's fingers skimmed my arms, tracing the faint bruises left by Eli's grip, his touch feather-light, almost reverent. Jaxon knelt beside me on the bed, his palms sliding up my sides, bunching the fabric of my torn dress as he went, his breath hot against my skin. Caden, ever the steady one, positioned himself behind me, his large hands settling on my hips, pulling me gently against him so I could feel the solid wall of his chest through his shirt."Amara," Ryder whispered, his voice rough with emotion, eyes locking onto mine. They were storm-dark, filled with a mix of fury and tenderness that made my stomach flutter. "We almost lost you tonight. I can't... I won't let that happen again." His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear I hadn't realized had fallen, the firelight reflecting in his gaze like embers.I leaned into his touch, my own hands reach
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: Do you want us closer?Amara's POV Ryder’s steady heartbeat drummed beneath my ear—a slow, thunderous echo anchoring me to the earth, to this moment, to them. Each breath I drew grew deeper, the splinters of panic slowly easing, replaced by the solid warmth of the three bodies pressed around me. Night’s chill was relentless, gnawing at my bare skin, but between their muscled limbs, I was cradled in living heat.The triplets surrounded me in a loose circle, their nearness careful, reverent—a silent question on each of their faces: Are you sure? Do you want us closer? They shifted just enough to shelter, but not to smother. Even after tonight—*especially* after tonight—they made it clear that my consent was the only law in this circle.I lay still, letting the soundscape of the forest—crickets, the distant coughing bark of some far-off animal, the soft lap of water at the lake’s edge—bathe away the harsh remnants of Eli’s hands and words. The memory lingered: the brutality, the violation, the way my wolf sna
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: “You left me, Eli! You broke me! And now—”Amara’s POVThe lake shimmered beneath the moon, a black mirror strewn with silver, every gentle ripple catching the light and throwing it softly across the midnight hush. A chill breeze stirred the branches overhead, leaves whispering secrets to the water. The air, crisp and damp, tasted like promise and melancholy. I knelt at the edge, dipping my fingers into the glassy surface, feeling the cold bite clear through me—a shock to cut through the restlessness clawing at my soul.I’d tried to busy myself all evening: wandered the gardens, idled in rooms I never used, listened to clocks tick in distant halls. But it was useless. With the triplets gone to the pack's emergency council, this place—the grand mansion, the forest, even the moon itself—felt empty, too quiet, too vast. The bond, our bond, pulled tight and hot, coiling inside me like a live wire. It hurt, this waiting. It hollowed me, made me ache in places I hadn’t known existed until I met them.I sighed and hugged my knees to
Last Updated: 2025-08-31
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