Contract With Alpha Logan Novels & Stories

She'd signed the contract with open eyes. She had not known he was planning to destroy what was left of her home regardless. Her phone buzzed. She didn't recognize the number. Blocked. She opened the message. *The pups are a problem. Handle it or we will. You have one week. — L.R.* Logan Reed. She knew the initials without needing a name. Son of the Evergreen Alpha, her former almost-mate, the man who'd known about the pregnancy for three months and had never once offered anything but ultimatums.

Carl smiled insincerely and winked at Alpha Logan. "I promise you that you would give up easily this time. That slave is not for you. You can buy anyone else but not my personal slave. Stay away from her." Alpha Logan warned. He wasn't smiling at all. "There's no big deal in it. I am not going to harm her at all. She would prefer me to you," Logan folded his fist, trying to control himself. He gulped down his wine with the other hand. "Let's talk about something else. How were you able to squeeze out time to visit me? An alpha is always busy with one activity or the other in his pack," he asked as he dropped the empty cup, changing the topic of discussion.

Thane and I are building our relationship much stronger, it’s still rocky at some edges, since he doesn’t always agree with what I say, but somehow we are getting there. Though some rogues still lurk around, with the constant meeting with the Alphas, we are trying to minimize them. Logan is living life, well not like that. He has become a businessman and a CEO of his own fast leading company; I spoke to him yesterday since he’s always flying to countries, meeting with prominent people.

He spat at me, "My pack isn't suffering and my pack affairs are under control. We don't need the New Ridge Pack meddling in our business." His words were echoed by some of the others, who nodded and grunted in agreement. They seemed to forget who they were talking to, who they were dealing with. They seemed to forget that I was Alpha Logan, the ruthless fucker who helped them all when they were under heat. I stood up and snapped my fingers. One of my men walked in with a stack of papers and spread them on the table. He handed a few files to each Alpha, who took them reluctantly. When they read through the contents, their smugness drained out of them immediately.

He shook his head, coming up behind me wrapping his arms around me. “I don’t think it will be a problem. Besides, being Alpha doesn’t pay. Owning a multimillion-dollar shipping company that pays,” Logan said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go face the firing squad,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me along behind him.

And it wasn’t as if Logan could sneak out of this situation, he would have to take Daniella as his mate even if he did not want to, when that happened… this debt would sooner or later get off his head. When the other alphas heard Alpha Edwin’s guarantee they heaved a sigh of relief. At least now they had a chance to recover the money, however, Alpha Remi who had seen how sneaky Alpha Edwin could be immediately said, “Then shall we draw up the contract?” “Co…Contract?” Alpha Edwin stuttered. He did not expect something like this to pop up. “Why do we need to draw a contract? Do you not trust my word as the alpha of my territory?”

He also did not step back. “The contract is still the only structure that keeps this from becoming something neither of us can control,” he said, low and rough at the edges. “And if the structure is already cracking?” His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth, then returned to my eyes. The bond surged, strong enough that I had to steady my breathing. For a second I thought he might finally close the remaining space. A sharp, urgent knock cut through the moment. Rylan’s voice came through the door, tighter than usual. “Alpha. One of the wounded scouts is talking. You’re needed now.”

What have you been dreaming about? "Josh! I need to attend a crucial press conference! I may be an alpha, but I'm still the largest businessman around. I have an important meeting and conference coming up, so get ready. "I don't want to hear any stories about hunters, the creatures I despise the most," a frustrated Travis said.

“What are you saying?” “That you have more enemies than you know little Alpha and I’m here to help with some of them.” He smiled. Snapping his fingers, one of his men brought a black box. It was the size of a shirt box and even had a silver bow tied around it. “You see, Logan, I was presented an opportunity while I was at the High Council meeting a few months back. The Alpha King came to me with an interesting deal. One that I couldn’t necessarily refuse considering the High Council was not being open minded. Do you want to know what the deal was little Alpha?”

Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted my head, my gaze sweeping across the room. There they were—all the Alphas, watching me with expressions that ranged from mockery to something even darker. Their eyes locked on me like predators circling their prey. I could recognize all of them, and they could recognize me. This was all a set up. “Well, well,” One of the Alphas spoke, his voice laced with mockery. I turned to look at him and recognized him immediately. Logan, Alpha of the Midnight Howlers, a tall, dark-haired man with a cruel smile. He had once tried to challenge my authority in a border dispute.