Contract with My Ruthless Alpha

Kylie’s POV.The world spun as I opened my eyes, sand rough against my skin. Each breath was a struggle. “Am I… alive?” I wondered, barely able to lift my head. The taste of salt lingered on my lips, a cruel reminder of the ocean’s merciless grasp. Images flashed in my mind—Graham’s cold eyes, his betrayal, the icy water pulling me under.I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead. “This is it,” I thought, “this is how I end.” As darkness threatened to claim me again, I saw a figure approaching. A woman, her outline blurred. My heart raced. “Not again, please not again.”She knelt beside me, her touch gentle but unfamiliar. Panic surged. I flailed weakly, trying to push her away. “Stay back! Don’t touch me!” My voice was a rasp, barely audible over the sound of the waves.“Easy, easy,” she said, her voice soothing. “I’m not here to hurt you.”I squinted, trying to focus. Her face came into view, kind eyes filled with concern. “Who are you?”“My name is Anne,” she said softly. “

Kylie’s POV.As I returned to my quarters, the day's events replayed in my mind. The potion I had drunk before the doctor’s examination had worked perfectly, creating the illusion of pregnancy. It was a risky move, but one I had prepared for meticulously.It was one of the tricks we learned at Umbra Academy, a craft that was as ingenious as it was deceptive. Our instructor once shared how his wife had fooled him with a similar potion, planting the seed for this very idea. Though the tale was amusing, the lesson imparted was invaluable. This potion, capable of mimicking pregnancy symptoms, was a secret art taught exclusively to the women of the academy. Today, at Logan’s house, I played this card to perfection.The doctor’s expression had been unreadable as he conducted his tests. I had watched him carefully, feeling a strange sense of calm. “This would trick them,” I had thought, knowing my survival depended on it. The potion, a blend of rare herbs and my own alchemical skills, ha

Kylie’s POV.Logan’s touch was calculated, precise, and intimate. He caressed my private parts, enough to arouse me, but never crossed a line into the wild or disrespectful territory. Each touch felt like an assertion of dominance, a silent message that my body now belonged to him. I felt a wave of discomfort every time his fingers explored a new area, but he never pushed too far. He was reading my reactions, gauging my likes and dislikes with an unsettling accuracy.After a while, Logan seemed to understand that my flirtations were just a survival tactic. He broke the silence with a slight laugh.“Do you have any more weapons hidden on you, Anne?” he asked jokingly, his tone light.I felt a surge of anger at his mockery. “Why is he making fun of me?” I thought, turning my face away from him.Logan chuckled softly, mirroring my action by turning his face away, too. “It's very late, I'm going to sleep.,” he said, his voice fading as he drifted off to sleep.He reminded me, "Don'

Logan POV.I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled, eyes intently focused on the door. My office was a fortress of solitude adorned with relics of past battles and tokens of power—a testament to my authority as the Alpha. Yet, recent events concerning Luna stirred a mix of curiosity and suspicion within me, more so than usual.A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. “Enter,” I commanded, my voice echoing the weight of my position. The door opened, and Marcus, my trusted henchman, appeared. He bowed slightly, respect etched in his posture, clutching a folder—the contents of which I knew carried the weight of significant information.“Alpha,” Marcus began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of urgency as he stepped inside. He approached my desk and placed the folder before me. “I’ve gathered the information you requested on Luna.”“Marcus,” I acknowledged, nodding for him to continue as he opened the folder and spread several documents and photogra

Kylie POVTucked behind the slightly ajar door of a janitor’s closet, I peered out, barely containing my amusement as Graham entered the ladies’ restroom. The scene unfolding before him was as chaotic as it was comedic. There stood Flora, clad only in her undergarments, her expression a mixture of indignation and mortification.Graham’s initial reaction was a nervous chuckle, mistaking the dire situation for a peculiar flirtation. “Flora, where the hell are your clothes? Don’t tell me you’re in the mood for something naughty,” he teased, the smirk on his lips wildly inappropriate for the seriousness of the predicament.Flora’s cheeks turned a fierce shade of crimson, her anger simmering beneath the cool surface. She managed to control her initial impulse to strike out at him, instead hurling sharp words like daggers. “This is not the time for your stupid jokes, Graham! Someone stole my clothes as a sick prank. Now stop gawking and help me!”The smile quickly faded from Graham’