Bound By Contract Novels & Stories

“Careful, Alpha. You speak as though you suspect me. But surely you remember our agreement, if fate had not given you an omega, you would have been mine. Some in my pack still expect that vow honored.” The corridor hushed. Even my men stiffened. Her words were bold, edged with insult, yet laced with truth. I had promised once. Promises carry teeth among alphas. I took a step closer, letting my dominance roll over her like a wave. Warriors shifted uncomfortably, caught in the clash of power. “Do not mistake an old promise for present reality. The bond has chosen. He is mine. And if anyone in your pack touches him again, I will burn every corner of your territory until there is nothing left of

“I don’t know if this is going to work.” He flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion, hovering over me again. “My brother doesn’t even love you. Why stay with someone who doesn’t want you?” I sat up immediately, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. My voice came out quieter but firm. “You don’t understand. That’s not how it works. I know he doesn’t love me… but we are bound by a contract.” “Then name it, Sia. Tell me how to free you from this contract. I want you instead.”

Week. “Fine,” I said. From a table at the corner of the room, he picked up an envelope. He moved closer to me. I felt it. His scent stronger now against my senses. I tried to focus on something else, but I failed. “This is the contract.” He stretched his hand out. “Read it and sign it. Make sure you read it properly.” “Why do we need a contract?” “How do we hold each other accountable?” He smiled at me—the type you give an idiot. “If after two months, I fail my end of the bargain, you’ll have something to hold me to.”

He stopped close, too close, but he didn’t touch me. ‘You don’t have to believe my words,’ he said, his voice a low, raw thrum. ‘But you can believe the binding power of this contract. I had it drafted by a lawyer. It’s already notarised. You can get your own lawyer to look it over, have it witnessed by whoever you want. It will be legally, brutally binding.’ I looked up, forcing myself to meet his bloodshot eyes. They were fixed on me, unblinking, stripped of all their usual arrogant armour.

He just held me. "Sleep, Jade," he whispered into the top of my head. As I curled into him, listening to the steady thrum of his heart, the terrifying truth settled in my bones. We had crossed the line. The contract was a ghost, and the man holding me was the only reality left. There was no going back. There was only this.

Claude sighed and looked away for a moment before meeting her gaze again, then replied, “The doctors say there’s a possibility he might never fully recover the use of his legs. It’s uncertain, but the injury is severe.” Silence hung heavily between them. “I… I’m sorry” Tammy whispered, her throat tight. “Please dear, no need to apologize for anything" Mr Claude said, stepping closer. “This is not your fault, nor Ryan’s. Life has taken an unexpected turn and we have to adapt.” Tammy swallowed hard, the magnitude of it all threatening to overwhelm her. She glanced down at her hands, fingers twisting nervously. “There’s another thing though" Mr Claude said, lowering his voice. “With Ryan’s cond

“Are you serious?” “I am.” She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “And what happens if I, I don’t know, accidentally touch you?” I tapped the paper. “Read the next line.” She did, and her jaw dropped. “‘Unnecessary or accidental touches shall result in a $100 deduction from the agreed contract payment.’” A slow smirk curved my lips. “It’s called maintaining boundaries, Brenda.” She stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Lucian, this is ridiculous.”

“You think that matters? My word is binding. And so is yours. If you want out, fine, but it’ll cost you.” Luke swallowed hard but managed to keep his tone light. “Of course, of course. I respect that. But business is business, and without a formal contract, there’s really no obligation—” Alexander cut him off, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Oh, there’s an obligation, Luke. The kind that doesn’t need a signature. The kind that comes with consequences if broken.” Luke’s eyes darted around nervously. “Look, Alexander, I didn’t mean to imply anything disrespectful. I just meant—”

He reaches out, his fingers tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His touch is light but commanding. “You belong to me now, Isabella.” My breath catches. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm. Possessive. Like he’s already claimed me. I jerk back, my pulse racing. “I don’t belong to anyone.” Ethan just chuckles. “We’ll see.” My hands tremble as I snatch the contract off the desk. I feel trapped, caged. I made a deal with the devil. And there’s no way out.

Then he turned and exited the room, the door clicking shut with a soft finality. Silence. The contract still in my hand, bold and weighted, bearing both our signatures. The damn thing had once felt like control. A safeguard. A boundary to keep him from getting too close—or me from falling too far. It had outlined duties, responsibilities, expectations. A sterile document designed to quantify something inherently unquantifiable. But now?