All Chapters of Contract with the Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

（Isabella‘s pov）My mind is foggy. I feel too dazed to process the camera shutter from the door.This man is so warm, and his touch has me craving more of him. My hands run up the back of his neck as my fingers lace through his hair. It’s like velvet.I want him to grip me tighter – hold me closer… But instead, his fingers release their grip on my waist, and he shoves me away from him. Before I can process anything that has happened, he dumps a frosted mug of ice-cold beer straight on my head…soaking my hair, causing it to stick to my shoulders and back. The sharp, pungent scent of alcohol burns my nostrils. The good news is that the chill jolts me back to sobriety instantly. I manage to open my eyes as I wipe the alcohol from my face. The first sight my eyes focus in on is the handsome man I ran into. He’s got to be a full head, if not two taller than me.My gaze trails from his muscular arms across his skintight shirt that hugs the muscles in his chest. Tattoos guide my eyes f

（Isabella‘s pov）The sensation of honeybees swarm inside my chest and stomach. Nausea rolls through me in waves… The man from the hotel the other night is Alpha Santiago, really? I have never thrown myself at a man. It’s so embarrassing. I try to will the rising heat in my face away, aware that the color has gone from drained when I first saw him exit the gate to the now candy apple red that spans to my ears and neck.I practically climbed him like a tree, and I still don’t know what exactly was in that drink, but I know I was drugged. Jesse confirmed that. Of course, Santiago doesn’t believe me about that. He just thinks I’m some sort of slut who throws myself at men in power. Will he agree to work with me? He has power and influence. I need him. The best I can do is explain the situation and try to persuade him to help me. I must pull myself together. Keeping my hands from covering my face and willing my body to resist cowering, I take a deep breath. I’m an alpha…his equal.I l

(Santiago’s POV) I can’t get that Alpha she-wolf out of my head. If what she said is true, she was drugged, then it was lucky for her to run into me and not some other horny wolf that would have had no trouble taking advantage of her.I asked my Beta, Levi, to investigate further. It only took a few days to confirm Isabella’s story.“Alpha,” Levi says as he walks into my office. “I have news on the case you asked me to check out, regarding Alpha Isabella Costa.”I motion for him to come in and shut the door. “Well, out with it. Sit down and tell me what you’ve found out.”Levi sits across from me and opens the file he carried in. He lays it open on my desk. “Her story checks out, Alpha. And the council is in Hansen’s pocket to boot. This girl never stood a chance.”I nod as I look over the evidence on my desk.“She was definitely drugged when she ran into your room, Alpha. We found the glass she drank from in the hallway of the hotel. It tested positive for trace amounts of wolfsbane

(Santiago’s POV)When Bella exited my car, my wolf howled. It was all I could do to keep my hands on the wheel and get the hell out before he changed my mind. When I got home, I drank until sleep overtook me. Trapped in this dream is worse than my wolf driving me feral. I’m sweating…tossing and turning. I feel my heart retching inside my fucking throat. Mom! I see her as if she is alive and in the room with me. But, she’s not. She’s about to die and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it. She’s in the fetal position alone on the sky-blue tile floor in her bathroom. The tile is cold to her flushed skin. She’s crying, begging the Moon Goddess to stop it. Dad is with a she-wolf and Mom can feel everything they are doing. Her wolf screams in her head. Blood pours from Mom’s eyes and ears… I wake up writhing, dripping in sweat, and throw the covers off me. I grab for my phone. It’s 2:00 AM. My wolf paces and howls in my mind. I call Bella “Come to my place. Now.” I call Levi n

(Isabella’s POV)I’m speechless. My eyes widen as my mouth opens and shuts at his words. Why would he say such a thing, just to help me? What is this emotion I feel when I’m close to this man? My knees are weak, the butterflies in my stomach flap wildly. When he called me his second chance, my pulse felt like I just shifted back to my human form after a marathon run in the forest. Instinctively, I reach for his arm, pausing for a heartbeat before looking straight at Layla.Why would she have ever given him up…for Jesse? Even through this shirt, my fingers feel the definition of his carefully crafted muscles. A Greek god, I muse. My eyes flutter closed for just a second as I take in his sandalwood scent. The sensation in my belly escalates from butterflies to what feels like my wolf prancing around and wagging her tail. Layla’s face contorts into a snarl and turns blood red. She grabs Santiago’s sleeve and tries to pull him away from me. He doesn’t budge. When that doesn’t w