MasukI was born cursed. A Volana wolf, the rarest, most hunted bloodline in existence. My blood grants eternal life, which means I've spent every day since I was ten locked away by the one man who was supposed to protect me. My father didn't raise a daughter. He raised a weapon. He killed my wolf, stole my wolf, and when I had nothing left to give, he sold me. Not to a mate. To a contract. Bastien Voss Rourke doesn't do love. The most feared Alpha billionaire in the Northern Territories does deals. Clean. Calculated. Final. Three years as his contract mate in exchange for my freedom when the contract expires. No feelings. No bond. No future. I told myself I could survive it. I was wrong. Because somewhere between his cold commands and the rare, unguarded moments he forgot to be ruthless, I fell. Hard. Stupidly. Completely. Now the contract is ending. I'm standing in his penthouse with a pregnancy test in my hand and a smile I can't contain — and he's about to sign the rejection papers. He doesn't want me. He never did. But the heir growing inside me? That belongs to both of us. And when the truth about my blood, my lineage, and what I really am detonates across the pack world — Bastien will realize he didn't just reject a contract mate. He rejected his true fated bond. And some mistakes cannot be undone with paperwork.
Lihat lebih banyakSubtitle: My Contract Marriage
Written by: Marvy Hyacinth
"Jace, you should stop running around!" Alexa shouted for the second time.
It was 11 a.m. and after eating breakfast, the 10-year-old, Jace could not stop running around the house.
"Jace, stop running, it's not good for your health," Alexa said, more like whispered.
She was out of breath, mainly because she had been chasing after her kid bro. She bent over a little and placed her hands on her knees and rested a while.
For a 10-year-old boy, he was sure agile and fast.
"Jace, please I'm begging you, stop running" She pleaded one last time.
"I'm late for my afternoon shift"
Alexa replied breathlessly.
"But it's only 3 minutes after 12"
Jace said.
"Yes...I didn't know we had spent so much time chasing after you" Alexa replied.
"But you're only 3 mins late. Mr. Judy won't be angry, right?" Jace asked worriedly.
Alexa looked at him and smiled.
What does he know? Her boss was one mean human, if not the meanest. He was always in a grumpy mood.
Alexa sighed and moved towards the rusted iron rail where their scarves and Jackets were hanged on. She quickly grabbed one of each, kissed Jace's forehead, and hurried out of the house.
"Be good Jace!"
She shouted and closed the door.
"She never says a proper goodbye"
Jace sighed and went to lock the door.
Alexa slowed down on getting to her workplace, a restaurant. She looked up and smiled as she read the name of the restaurant "En Lunch". She had always wondered why Judy gave it a French name when he was a purely American breed.
Well, it wasn't her business. She tightened her scarf, straightened her rough gown, took a deep breath to calm her nerves down, and went in...getting ready for whatever fire Judy was gonna spit.
She walked in and sighed in relief when all she could see after glancing through the restaurant was a few customers at their tables. She walked straight ahead, to the counter and greeted the receptionist.
" Hey Tina"
"Alexa! Good afternoon."
Tina greeted back warmly, a smile plastered on her face.
This was the only thing in En Lunch that awed Alexa. She could not understand the reason why Tina Michaels always smiled! It was like she had no problems at all.
"Good morning to you too, Tina"
Alexa smiled back.
"Judy...?"
"Oh, Judy?"
Tina repeated and chuckled a little.
"You're afraid of being caught? Don't worry, he's in his office with one of his whores"
Tina said, lol, more like whispered and Alexa giggled.
It was a known fact within the restaurant that Judy Brown liked whoring around, but as much as he liked girls, he never harassed any of his workers. He put distance between them and kept the relationship work-related. That earned him a huge chunk of respect from his workers.
Alexa breathed a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen to drop her bag. As she made to step out, she jumped in fright. It was Judy...standing at the doorway, with a mean look smeared on his face.
"Are you just coming in...Alexa?"
Judy scrunched his eyebrow.
"Ugh...yes"
"By 12.13 pm huh?"
Judy asked.
"I'm so sorry. I was so caught up in taking care of my brother, I didn't notice the time passing"
Alexa apologized and bit her lower lip with her head bowed slightly.
"And that's my business how? your brother? He isn't and will never be the only one with heart disease."
Tears clouded Alexa's eyes. She knew he was damn right, but it hurt her so bad.
"But..."
Alexa tried to explain and worked furiously on not letting even a drop escape from any eyeball of hers.
"But what?"
Judy interrupted.
"Alexa, just stop all these actions of yours. I know your type already. You fucking want to reap when you've not sown, but young lady, listen up. Make sure you don't leave here till 4.30 pm. That's the extra 30 mins you've wasted already."
Judy commanded and then stepped out.
Alexa felt the tears threatening to pour out, she couldn't hold it anymore. She ran to the toilet and cried to her heart's content.
... a few minutes later...
Alexa took over from Samantha, a co-worker and while the former headed for home, she started her shift.
She wore an apron and started waiting on customers. It was almost 4:30, just 5 mins more and she'd go home.
"Hey!"
"Hey... Waitress!" Someone called.
God! She had fallen into thinking about random stuff... yet again. She quickly walked over to the customer calling her.
As soon as she got to his table, he shouted and asked why she had not answered him earlier. She apologized softly, but the guy didn't wanna take any of it.
"Why would you daydream while working? Is that how professional you are?" The guy asked with his hands crossed over his chest.
This guy looked cute, God! What was she saying? He was damn handsome, and fucking stank of money, but boy was he damn jerky.
"If I remember clearly, I already apologized. Isn't that enough?" Alexa rolled her eyes at him.
"Apologize huh? That doesn't satiate the fact that you kept me in this horrible place for 2 mins more" The idiot said rudely.
Yeah, she wondered.
What was a guy whose money stank on doing in Crevalle... The most horrible place she's been to. Well, she lived there too, so duh!
"Yeah dummy, since you so fucking wanna leave here fast, why'd you come here in the first place... Rich prince?" She rudely answered and rolled her eyes at him.
"What? Rich prince?" The idiot repeated and laughed, but as loud as the laugh was, it ended quickly too.
"And wait, did you just roll your eyes at me?"
"Yes! Yes, I did. Wanna roll yours back at me?" Alexa challenged and flipped her hair backward.
"Do you know who I am?" The idiot asked and scrunched his eyebrow.
"No I don't, and I don't care" Alexa replied.
"Well bitch, I'm ..."
"Hey! Did you just call me a bitch?" Alexa interrupted.
"Well, yeah. What are you gonna do bout it?" The guy challenged and leaned back in his chair with his hands at the back of his head, and legs crossed.
Alexa launched forward and took his Jacket collar in her hands roughly and tried to choke him.
He scoffed and said, "with those malnourished fingers, you sure you wanna do that?" He smirked.
"Of course, I will" Alexa gritted and bent towards him so she could hold his collar more tightly, but he pulled himself down his chair, making Alexa lose balance, and her cold nose touched his cheek with her lip only inches away from his.
He could swear at that moment that he felt electricity rush through him.
"Ugh... Sorry bout that"
Alexa apologized and let go of him.
"You know, for a waitress, you're sure rude"
"See who's talking about being rude"
Alexa snorted.
"We're different. We're not in the same class young lady."
"Whatever."
Alexa hissed and started walking away.
"Hey! You haven't taken my order yet."
"Well, it's 4:34 pm already, my shift ended 4 mins ago. Call another waitress, Rich prince or should I say... Idiot?"
Alexa blurted and walked to the kitchen to get her bag.
At that moment, Judy came out of the office and walked towards the "Idiot" immediately he spotted him.
"Mr. Green, it's a pleasure to see you here"
Mr. Judy said with an excited tone in his voice. The surprise lingering over it could not go unnoticed too.
"Do I know you?"
He asked in a bored tone.
"No, No. I'm just the owner of this restaurant."
Mr. Judy replied.
"But you know me?"
"Of course... Who wouldn't?"
Mr. Judy replied thinking something must be wrong with the young man's head.
"One of the mutts you hired here"
The obnoxious human thinned his lip in frustrated anger.
"And... Who'd that be?"
Mr. Judy asked and like De Ja Vu, Alexa walked up to him.
"Judy, I'm taking my leave now. My shift's over"
Alexa announced.
"This is the mutt I was talking about"
the idiot, Mr. Green smirked.
"She?"
Judy asked not surprised. Alexa was one hell of a local human, so he had a hunch all the while that she was the "mutt" Mr. Green was talking about.
"Yes! She"
"And what did this "she" who's me do?"
Alexa asked.
"You refused to take my order!"
Mr. Green complained.
"Did you seriously do that?"
Judy asked.
"Well, obviously yes. My shift's ended, so I told him to call another waitress."
Alexa replied.
"Do you know who this is?
Judy asked Alexa.
"Now, this sounds way familiar, I've heard this somewhere. Oh yeah, the rich idiot already asked me that. Guess what I said? I said NO! "
Alexa smiled.
"Alexa!"
Judy gritted. It was so obvious he wanted to deal with her with words, but he was holding himself back because of the person seated in front of him.
He turned to face Mr. Green.
"I'm so sorry, she'll be taking your orders now"
Judy said and forced a smile.
"What? No! I'm not taking his damn order. My shift's over and I'm heading back home."
Alexa protested.
"Alexa, take the order."
No way am I gonna do that"
"Alexa, fucking take the order!"
"Vane," Bastien says.He says it at eight in the evening after two hours of Soren pulling communication records through every available channel, and he says it with the specific flatness of someone who is not surprised but is not pleased either.Vane is removed from the council, I say.He is removed, Bastien says. He is not gone. He is sixty-three years old and he has thirty years of pack-world connections and a lifetime of accumulated knowledge about bloodline tracking and pack law. He looks at the table. My father approached him. Years ago. Before the contract. Before any of this.You think your father reached Vane this afternoon, I say.I think Vane is the only external party with enough knowledge, enough motivation, and enough remaining resentment to be useful to my father right now. He holds my gaze. Vane lost a thirty-year career in one council finding. He will not have accepted that quietly.Soren turns his laptop toward us.The screen shows a communication log from a pack-adja
"She asked me why I came," Ivy says.It is afternoon and Ivy is on the phone from the compound and she has the particular quality in her voice of someone who has had an unexpectedly good conversation and is still sitting with it.What did you say, I ask.I said I came because it is my pack and I wanted to be seen in it, Ivy says. She looked at me for a moment and then she said: that is the right answer. A pause. She has been here for three years managing the eastern boundary logistics and she said nobody from the main house has ever asked her opinion about anything until Marta did two weeks ago.What did Marta ask her, I say.Whether she thought the pack was being run correctly, Ivy says. Neve said no. Marta asked her how she would run it. Neve told her for forty minutes. Another pause. Marta apparently took notes.I smile.She sounds like Marta's candidate, I say.She is Marta's candidate, Ivy says. But not the way my father uses candidates. Marta is not asking Neve to be something.
"Competing registrations go to a resolution panel," Holt says at seven in the morning.She is on the phone and her voice has the particular quality it gets when she has been awake for a very long time and has resolved the being-awake into pure function.Which panel, Bastien says.Council heritage division, she says. Three-member panel. The standard resolution timeline is four to eight weeks. During that period neither registration is active, which means neither party has a definitive custodial claim. A pause. The site is effectively frozen.He cannot use it, I say.Correct, she says. And the interim council cannot demolish or cede it. Both parties are in a holding pattern until the panel rules.What is the resolution criterion, Bastien says.Which party has the stronger claim to custodial standing, Holt says. A family member's historical claim versus a pack council's administrative claim. She pauses. The pack council claim is generally stronger in precedent. But the panel has discreti
"The ritual requires a location," Bastien says.He says it in the hallway at midnight and his voice is doing the flat operational thing, which means he is already three steps ahead and is catching up to me.The binding location,I say. Nadia mentioned it. A place of established pack power where the ritual can be anchored. I look at Bastien. He is not going there to perform a ritual. The ritual requires willing blood and I am here and the statue is gone and I am not going anywhere near that site.Then why is he going, Bastien says.It is not a challenge. It is genuine.I think.My father reads the articles. My father reads the tribunal record. My father understands that the statutory framework is gone and the willing blood requirement stands and every legal and political mechanism he built is dismantled.He is not going north because he thinks the ritual is still viable.He is going north because the site is in the Crest Pack historical record as a ceremonial location. Because it is doc
It's a council representative," Bastien says.He is looking at his phone, at the security feed thumbnail, and his face has done that particular rearrangement where something unexpected has arrived and he is deciding in real time what it means."Pack council?" Soren is already at the door."Inter-pa
"She knew," I say. "She knew the whole time."Nobody argues with me. That is how I know it's true.We are back in Nadia's office, all four of us this time, and Nadia is standing behind her desk with her hands flat on the surface and her eyes on me and the expression on her face is the specific expr
"Ask him what he got."I say it out loud in the elevator on the way back up and the words taste exactly as bitter as I expected.Bastien is standing beside me, not touching me, watching the floor numbers rise. He has the card in his hand. He has been holding it since the stairwell and I have not as
"Stay behind me."I almost laugh. Not because it's funny but because this morning I was a contract mate with a packed suitcase and a car booked for ten and now Bastien Rourke is pulling me into a stairwell with his hand flat against the door and his entire body tuned to something I can't hear yet.
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