The Alpha’s Contract Mate

Chapter 1: Théo’s BirthdayCamila’s POVI 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

Chapter 3: First Day in the Alpha HouseCamille’s POVThe donkey moved slowly along the dusty road. Each step sounded louder than my heartbeat.I kept my eyes down and held the rough wood at my sides. The wind brushed against my face, carrying his scent to me.Théo.He's strong, powerful and Overpowering.My wolf shifted uneasily inside me. Not in fear. Not exactly. Just… unsure.I had never been this close to an Alpha son for so long.The house appeared ahead.It rose from the earth like it owned the sky. Tall stone walls. Wide windows. A heavy iron gate.It did not look like a home.It looked like power.My throat tightened.I did not belong here.Théo stepped down first when we stopped. His movements were smooth, confident. He did not look back to see if I followed.I climbed down carefully. My shoes touched the ground of his territory.His territory.The front doors opened before we reached them.They were waiting.His father stood at the center of the entrance hall. Tall. Broad.

Chapter 5: Hidden WoundsCamille’s POVI was busy at the sink, washing the last of the plates, my hands cold and wet. The water ran over my fingers, but I barely noticed. My mind was spinning, still remembering the rules, the contract, the way Théo’s golden eyes could make me tremble without even touching me.“Camille.”The sound of his voice made my heart skip. Sharp. Commanding. Close. I froze for a moment, my small wolf shivering in my chest.“Yes, Théo?” I answered quickly, trying to steady my voice. My hands shook as I wiped them on a cloth.“Come here.”I hurried across the room, my feet dragging slightly on the polished floor. My stomach twisted, nervous and scared. He was sitting, his eyes on me, golden and piercing.As soon as I reached him, he didn’t say anything more. He just looked at me. His gaze pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t move under.“Get off your clothes.”My heart froze. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Fear, panic, and confusion collided inside m

Chapter Seven : MineThéo’s POVI was walking down the hallway when I saw him.Capsin.He was leaving her room. Calm. Quiet. Like he had every right to be there.And something inside me snapped.“She’s mine.”The words slipped out before I could stop them.Capsin paused and looked back at me. Calm. Steady. Unmoved.My chest tightened. My wolf growled low, warning me.“She’s mine, Capsin,” I said, my voice hard and sharp. “You don’t have the right to go into her room… alone.”Capsin said nothing. Nothing at all.Not a word. Not a challenge. Not even an excuse.That made me even angrier.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms.I closed the door behind him. I stepped closer to Camille. The air felt thick, heavy, sharp. My wolf tugged at me, screaming to claim her, to mark her, to make it clear she was mine. But I held back. Not yet.“Camille,” I said, my voice low but full of heat. “What were you doing with my brother?”Her small wolf pressed against her chest. Her eyes widene

Chapter Nine: The RiverCamille’s POVI was walking quietly, my mind still shaking from earlier. Everything with Théo… everything felt heavy, like a storm inside me. I just wanted to get some fresh air, to think, to breathe.Then I felt a hand grab my arm. Strong. Firm. Too firm.“Aurelia!” I gasped, twisting, but she was already holding me tight. Her face was close, her eyes sharp and angry.“You think you can just go around him? Touch what belongs to me?” she hissed.I shook my head, pulling my arm free, but she didn’t let go. Her grip tightened, and suddenly she shoved me backward. I stumbled on the wet grass. My small wolf pressed against my chest, trembling.“No!” I shouted. “Aurelia, stop!”She laughed, cruel and sharp. “You don’t belong here! You need to learn your place!”Before I could react, she shoved me again. I screamed, my arms flailing. My foot slipped on the mud, and I started sliding toward the river. My chest tightened, my heart pounding like it would burst.“Please!