Alphas Contract Novels & Stories

“Before you realised how much value I am worth, right? He winced in pain like I was misunderstanding. “Lucy, I…” I brought the contract and held it up for him to see. “Well, you don't need to worry about yourself explaining anymore. I've got great news for you, dear Alpha. This contract which you drafted in your favor? Well, it’s VOID now!” His sprang up in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“And why is that?” I stood and walked towards the screen. “Because everyone has been arguing over the main contract.” I held up another document. “But this case isn’t actually about the main contract.” The room fell silent. “It starts here.” I pointed to a small paragraph. “This supplementary agreement states that any future Alpha automatically inherits commercial obligations unless they formally reject them within thirty days.” Several lawyers immediately began flipping through their own copies. I continued. “The new Alpha never rejected the agreement so legally he accepted it.”

Dex, who was leaning against the counter pretending not to listen, coughed into his sleeve in a way that sounded suspiciously like the word proud. By the end of the second week, nine of the twelve names had been formally addressed. Sera had taped Fenn's list to the wall of the war room, and she crossed off each name in red ink as the council confirmed it. I came in one evening and found her standing in front of it with the pen in her hand and her head tilted, studying the three lines that remained. "These are the three," she said. "I know." "They are all Alphas." "They are the oldest names on the page." I came to stand beside her. "They were part of the original contract with Vael. They have

"We have three days. We identify which Alphas are vulnerable to Theron's land promises and make them better offers." The next two days were a blur of negotiations. I sent messages to every supportive Alpha, offering specific services in exchange for firm commitment. Veil assessments. Battle healing support. Training consultation for their own power users. Some responded positively. Others remained noncommittal. A few did not respond at all. By the time we departed for the Council meeting, I had secured written commitments from four Alphas. Maybe five if Marcus's enthusiastic response counted as binding. It would have to be enough. The Sacred Grove felt different this time.

“Jasper, we can't choose Luther as the Alpha King. He's literally a walking red flag. Scarlet might die!” Jasper ignored her. His eyes were on mine. “By tradition, Luther is meant to be the next Alpha King. And nothing will stop him, not even you, Scarlet,” Jasper leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were set. “Are you in or are you out?” I fisted my hands at my sides. “I'm all in.” I felt like a chicken being led to the slaughter house but instead of fighting for freedom, I volunteered my death.

The new Alpha's expression was a mixture of shock and eagerness. “An alliance would be acceptable,” he said coolly, seemingly trying to hide his excitement and appear like a composed Alpha. “We can’t exactly discuss it properly now for obvious reasons,” Natalie said, flicking a look at the Alpha male of her pack, who was still very much in wolf form. “We’ll call it a temporary verbal contract—one that will expire in thirty days if you don’t contact us to lay out the details with Dominic.”

“You signed a binding contract with an Alpha. You are whatever the contract says you are.” Her jaw tightened. “Rule two,” he continued. “You do not provoke other Alphas. They will test you. They will try to take you. Some will try to kill you.” A chill slid down her spine. “Because of you.” “Because you survived,” Darius corrected. “That makes you dangerous.” She scoffed softly. “I’m human.” His eyes flashed. “That,” he said, voice dropping, “is what we’re going to discuss.” He stopped an arm’s length away. Close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the barely restrained power humming beneath his skin.

I had to lead by example. As I reached the Alpha’s office, I could hear some commotion on the inside. It was Alec and his father, and they did not seem happy. I bet they have just finished reading the contract that I gave them. I knocked on the door out of courtesy and opened it to look at the two furious alphas. “Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?” Alpha Cory asked as he approached me, waving the papers around. “What do you mean? It is a contract that states what we talked about. I get Iris, and in exchange, you have more land and money,” I said calmly.

The trade tokens glowed bright purple within the dark stone corridor of the Mooncrest Alpha Residence. Calder Rimecroft caught the leather pouch with one massive hand, his dominant scent of crushed pine and raw musk flaring as he rolled the currency between his thick fingers. "The tribute is fully accounted for," Calder said, his grey eyes locking onto the omega with dangerous intensity. Lynn Frostvale shifted against the iron doorframe, his lower belly tightening at the low vibration in the alpha's chest. "You handled the transport perfectly."

“...repeat! This is Sentinel Vane, Bunker Beta. Eurasian sector. If someone listening to the Eden network... the Alpha protocol has cleared the sky, but it deactivated the damn shields! We are unprotected!” In the background of the transmission one heard a striking, good-turistic roar, that let me freeze the blood in the veins. It didn't sound like the hounds of Consortiums. It sounded like an army of rabid, mutated beasts. Kael bent over the console. “Here Commander Kaelen speaks of Bunker Alpha. Vane, how is your status?" A rough, unbelievable laugh went through the noise. “Alpha? With all the gods, you live. Commander, the consortium is history, but the Ash Warlords