Romans & histoires Alpha Damian’s Contracted Human Wife

"Hello, Paige. I know it is a lot to ask but can you please tell Alpha Derric how Alpha Brandon saved you?" "Of course dear. Anything to help avoid some a blood bath today. Well, my previous Alpha was not a nice man. He raped the entire woman in the pack. Our mates couldn't do anything because he would always command them in his Alpha voice. If one of us got pregnant and it wasn't a boy he will hit us until we lost the baby. I lost so many children I cannot conceive anymore. So that is my sad tale." I see tears in this woman's eyes. How do we don't know about this? This is horrible. "It's true you know. Before Brandon saved me I was the daughter of an Alpha. My father beat me daily because I

Damien growls and moves me from my chair to his lap in one movement. He buries his face in my neck and calms himself. Damien yells, "Pup, you're too late. The Moon Goddess has paired her with me, and we couldn't be more perfect for each other." I sighed, "Adam, we have no bond. We really never did. There were sparks until you rejected me, but that's it. I have so much more with Alpha Damien. I can't give that up. It's too much of a blessing for me".

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

Damian continued, his tone laced with sarcasm and upsetting malice. “And it isn’t nice meeting you” I further added, rolling my eyes at the two of them, “I will pretend I didn’t see you today” Without another word, I made to walk away but his deep baritone halted me. “You can not leave, Selena” Damian growled, “we are still married, you are still my wife. You may have done a good job about your pack identity but I do not care about that. You are still my wife, even the alpha king can not refute that fact”

“This is none of your business, Damian. Step aside.” “Of course, this is my business.” Damian released his grip, but his eyes remained sharp on my uncle. “Roseanne is my wife. And no one touches her without permission, let alone hurts her.” My heart pounded at Damian’s words, especially when he called me his wife in front of them. I didn’t know if his words were just part of his position as an Alpha or something more than that. But for some reason, I felt incredibly safe—especially with this man by my side like this.

Damian Alpha and I have been married for three years without mating. And now, he is kissing his sister, my bestie, and forgetting everything. The thick scent of their mingling pheromones filled the air, stinging my eyes. "You know it's you I want, Lyra!" he growled, his voice hoarse. "But the Moon Goddess tied me to that nobody, Selena! And you want me to mark her? Claim her? Are you trying to make me betray my own heart, drive me insane?!"

"And now, it's the perfect time to finish you." Despite the pain, Edward struggled to stay conscious. He tried to respond with difficulty, "I will never hand AlphaBeta over to a criminal like you, even if it costs my life!" "Oh, really?" Damian laughed, roughly grasping Edward's face so they could make eye contact. "It doesn't matter if I can't have AlphaBeta. But at the very least, you should witness how I enjoy your wife's body." Damian pushed Edward's face away harshly and then walked back to sit beside Chloe. He lowered his face, intentionally planting a kiss on her lips.

things like teaching the younger wolves about pack history. "The daughter of the original Alpha wolf was given in marriage to the new Alpha of my pride." Amanda's elegant, long fingers played with the bottom of her wine glass. "She turned out to be sterile, so there were never any wolf cubs running around pride lands," she said, "but pride history says that they loved each other enough that the agreement held anyway." I tried to picture who that bride had been that had been traded. She had to be in my family tree in some way. A great-great-aunt perhaps?

“I’ll call her now.” But before the call could connect, the front door opened. “Oh, maybe that’s her,” Damien said, striding toward it. It wasn’t Cassia. A man in a sharp black suit stepped inside, his dark hair slicked neatly back. Damien’s eyes narrowed instantly, sizing him up. “You must be Cassia Wrenmoor’s husband,” the man said with an easy smile. “I’m James. Beta of Alpha Aiden Miller.” Damien held his stare for a moment before accepting the handshake. “Yes. I’m Damien Blackwood, her husband and mate.”

The words didn't make sense, so I stared at him, waiting for the punchline, the real reason he'd called me here. "Did you hear me?" "I'm not..." My voice came out hoarse. "I'm wolf-less, I can't be a bride, I'm not even ranked, which means —" "Exactly." Damian interrupted with a gloating smirk as he leaned back in his chair, and something like satisfaction flickered across his face, or perhaps it was relief. "You're perfect the way you are,” I was certain there was a barbed insult to the fake compliment. “Alpha Amreth doesn't want a bride with power or influence. He wants someone weak, someone who won't challenge his chosen Luna,” he leaned towards me, lowering his voice. “He needs someone d