Alpha Damian’s Contracted Human Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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

"Exactly. Damian is the Alpha, with all the power and influence that comes with it. Women would kill to be in your position, so what more could you possibly want?" The others joined in, telling me to quit the act before I took it too far. "I'm not joking." I pushed the bond-dissolution papers toward Damian again. "You've wanted to end our bond for a long time. On the night of our mating ceremony, I saw you kneeling before the Moon Goddess statue, admitting that you had made vows you didn't mean. You said Amber was the woman you truly loved." Thinking back to that night, my voice thickened. I had known all along that there was someone he could never let go of.

Alpha Jermaine rose from the chair, and walked to the door. At the twist of the doorknob, he turned, "I have an arsenal of very good trackers who can help you locate your wife." " At what cost? What makes you think that I would want any help from you?" " That's the reasonable thing to do, clearly you don't see it that way." He replied, as he exited the room. " Good for me then." Damien whispers to no one in particular. Alpha Damien's phone beeped and he checked it, it was a message from Daniel.

She yells out quietly, trying not to bring attention to herself. ‘Can you hear me?’ I whisper through the link. ‘Who are you? How can you channel with me?’ She responds to my link with hers. ‘You have already spoken the answer, mate. My name is Damian. I’m the oldest son of Alpha Demetri Black. What’s your name?’ I have laid upon the ground behind the shed. I’m still out of her sight but I can feel her fear through the link. ‘No. You can’t be. Someone like me doesn’t deserve a mate but an alpha? No sir. No sir. It simply can’t be.’

Damien couldn't tell if it was his imagination playing with him but the more he recalled what the woman had told him, and the tone of her voice, it was as though that woman was Ava. "No, it can't be. I must be thinking of her too much to think that." That was what he said in his mind. "Alpha, what is the next step? May I send them a message saying we agree?" Damien's beta said after a while of Damien saying nothing. "No, you must not do that. We shall grace them with our presence as soon as possible. It's our presence they want, not a fucking letter." Damien returned. "One more thing, Alpha. He stated in his letter that you should come with your wife." Damien's beta said and Damien frowned i

But then I think about her actually being with Derrick and I know there is no way I could ever let her go, even if she would be safer that way. The Alpha hasn’t allowed me anywhere near my wife since the day of her accident, something I have fought against without any headway. There is a hole in my chest that is left cold and broken without Salara by my side and I know that the only way to fill it is to see her. So here I am…standing outside of the Alpha’s office doors…to yet again beg to be allowed to see my wife. After taking a deep, steadying breath, I raise my hand to the door and knock on it gently.

"And Damian." "Also a werewolf. Alpha bloodline. Inherited. Has been managing it since he was fourteen." "Of course he has," she said faintly. "Of course the billionaire husband is also a werewolf." She looked at the ceiling briefly. "Does this mean I've been making flower arrangements for a woman who is going to turn into a wolf?" "Apparently eventually yes." "Okay." She took a breath. "Okay. Are you safe?" "Damian says yes."