Contract With Alpha Logan Novels & Stories

I didn’t think of him as the texting type, and that too, so casually as if he we were friends. I scoffed, about to turn off my screen and put the phone back when it buzzed again. Dante: Now that your Beta has refused to be the Beta, I have frozen all his accounts as per Pack policy, Alpha. I never asked the fucker to do that, but it was okay. Kael had to understand what this position actually meant. If he could abandon this Pack so easily, then he could go fuck himself. Dante: By the way, he is staying here. If you want to visit sometimes. *~*

Thiago quickly responded, and then he bent his face just in case Kira was still going to carry on with her act. It surely looked like she was about to behead him, and I was eager to stop her. She returned her sword, and then she sighed and went back to her position. Thiago was still panting; I could tell that his heartbeat had increased from the moment it seemed like he was about to face death. “This is about the alliance you formed with the Alphas of Silvermoon and Packs,” Logan said, and he couldn’t even deny it. The look in his eyes was enough for us.

"I-I mean why, Alpha? Did I do something wrong? I am sorry for what Logan did a while ago. He was not aware of this job. I will make him understand—" He glared at me, which stopped me from speaking further. He draped his suit jacket over his forearm as he approached me. I gulped, taking steps backwards. He stopped in front of me. "I don't have any interest in learning how you will make your fiancé understand. You signed a contract, and that's sealed." I saw his cold gaze. It shook my heart, causing fear to rise inside me. "I-I will never break any rules of the contract. I promise, I will work hard, Alpha."

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.

I explained. "I'd like to see him try. I'm an Alpha now," Logan replied. "And so is he," I said, almost in a laugh. "What's his name?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. "Alpha Leonardo Loren," I told him. "Heard of him?" I asked casually. The corner of his mouth twitched up a little and his eyes flickered before he masked his expression with his usual arrogance.

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.

Nothing was burning or wolfs screaming yet. The Alpha was at the border. He ran to me. “Alpha Chris, you came faster than I expected.” And he should be grateful. My eyes scanned the place again. “There’s nothing happening here.” He looked down. “Yes, there isn’t.” What? But his letter… “Logan didn’t attack the pack. He had come in as a potato supplier then kidnapped my Beta, mate and five others in the barn.” That was still bad. “But why didn’t you say that? Your letter said he was destroying the pack.”

Right at the top of the stairs, my beta, Axel, waited for me with a few maids that I instantly instructed to take care of her. “How did it go?” Axel asked almost immediately through our mind link so that no one could hear us. I didn’t respond. I knew just what he was talking about, he was aware of the only reason why I needed a pretend Luna for the next six months. The council gave me an ultimatum to provide a Luna within the space of a week, that was the only thing I needed to qualify me to become the Alpha of Alphas. A powerful position that held power and prestige that every Alpha including Marcus coveted.

This is a mansion. Our journey ended as he parked the car in front of the pack house. He simply stated, “Get out. Logan will show you to your room. Remember, your duties to me and this pack began the moment you signed that contract.” There was no time for my response; he swiftly exited the car, slamming the door behind him. I stepped out and waited for Logan as he parked his car behind us. “Not even a day, and already you have pissed off the Alpha. You are very talented, Luna; I give you that,” Logan remarked.

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.