The Alpha’s Contract Mate

Chapter 1: Théo’s Birthday

Camila’s POV

I have always known my place in the pack. I am an Omega. I am ordinary, quiet and easy to ignore. But that does not mean my heart does not feel… or ache.

For as long as I can remember, I have watched Théo from afar. Théo, the Alpha’s son. Strong, proud, impossible, golden eyes that see everything and everyone. Even when he does not look at me, I feel him, somehow, like my wolf feels his. Like some invisible thread binds me to him. I have been in this pack my entire life, and I have always wanted him.

But I am an Omega. Nothing more. I am not supposed to dream too loudly. Not supposed to hope. Not supposed to reach for someone like him. My crush has lived quietly in my chest for years, a secret flame I feed alone.

And tonight… tonight is his birthday.

The great hall is crowded, bright with lights and music, filled with our pack and other packs who came to celebrate. The smell of alcohol, perfume, and sweat fills the air. Théo is in the center of it all, laughing, joking, drinking, taking what he wants with no care. The Alpha son. My Alpha son.

I stand at the edge, carrying trays of drinks, smiling when asked, bowing my head politely. My claws itch under my gloves. My wolf growls low, tense in my chest. I hate this. I hate watching him like this. Watching him… kiss another girl. His crush, the girl he thinks he wants tonight, the one he chose for fun, the one he touches as if he owns her.

I see him pull her close. His lips press hard against hers. She gasps under him. And my heart… my heart shatters in silent pieces. I cannot move. I cannot say anything. I am an Omega. I have no right. My wolf screams, angry and frustrated, but I swallow it down.

I take a deep breath and force a smile for the pack members who pass by. “Yes, sir.” “Right away.” “Here you go.” Words I repeat like a mantra, a shield. Do not think. Do not act. Do not dream.

But my mind does not obey. I imagine it is me in her place. I imagine him pulling me close, tasting me, claiming me. I try to push the thought away, but it burns. Hot. Unstoppable.

Finally, I cannot take it anymore. My anger, my longing, my frustration—they all explode at once. I leave the hall. I do not care about the whispers. I do not care about the stares. My heels click loudly as I walk down the corridor, away from the music, away from the laughter, away from the sight of him with her.

I reach the small hotel room assigned to me. I slam the door softly behind me and lean against it, closing my eyes. My heart pounds. My wolf growls and whines in frustration. I am furious, but also… aching. Aching in a way only an Omega can ache when their Alpha is near yet unreachable.

I walk to the bed, sit on the edge, and bury my face in my hands. “Why do I feel this way?” I whisper to no one. “Why can’t I stop wanting him?” My claws dig into my palms as I imagine him, laughing, leaning close to that other girl, golden eyes sparkling with mischief and charm.

A knock at the door breaks my thoughts. Soft. Hesitant.

I freeze. My wolf stiffens. My heart races. I cannot. I must not. I do not want to open the door. What if it is someone from the pack? What if I make a mistake? Punishment will come if I fail. Omega mistakes are not forgiven.

But then I remember. I am Camille, an Omega, yes, but one who knows her place. One who cannot refuse an Alpha, especially not Théo. My claws retract slowly, my hands trembling. I step forward and pull the door open.

And my wolf nearly explodes.

Théo. Right there. His golden eyes half-closed, lips parted, hair messy, shirt loose and wrinkled from the night. He smells of alcohol, sweat, and something raw—something Alpha. The room feels smaller with him in it. He steps inside before I can think, before I can speak. My heart races, pounding like a drum in my chest.

He hugs me. Hard. Pressing me against him. His scent floods me, his wolf, his power, his heat. My wolf howls inside, confused and drawn, angry and excited all at once. I try to push back, to remind myself I am just an Omega. I am small. I am weak. I am ordinary. But he is Théo, and the pull between us is impossible to ignore.

“This… this isn’t my fault,” I say, voice trembling. “You came to me first, Théo.”

He grunts softly, burying his face into my hair. His hands wander slightly, testing, claiming. My wolf growls again, alert and aroused. My body shivers. My heart races. I know what he wants. I know what I want.

And, without thinking, without hesitation, I let my hands go to work. Buttons undone, clothes slipping from my body, heat rising, desire burning. My wolf surges, demanding, needing him. My body answers. I am his Omega tonight. For the first time, I am his entirely.

We fall together onto the bed. His hands, strong and Alpha, explore me. His lips claim mine. I respond, moaning, trembling, giving myself to him fully. My wolf howls with pleasure, pride, and a strange, terrifying joy.

Every touch, every kiss, every movement is new. My body learns, my wolf learns, my mind learns. Théo, my Théo, the boy I have adored silently for years, finally knows me. Finally claims me. Finally.

Hours pass. Minutes, hours, I  do not know. My chest heaves. He keeps on kissing me, I took off his clothes even though, I knew tomorrow, it’s going to be a punishment to me, but this night I still have to myself. 

He touched me so well, and I gave him my first