Dom Contract Novels & Stories

Should someone find out about the collaboration agreement. The blood runs down my cheeks as he leaves, but the rest is gone. Contract for a partnership? What is the partnership contract? What the devil is going on? Dom is buttoning his shirt with sharp, angry movements, and I look at him, stretching his arm muscles. “Is it some kind of deal or something?” I ask, barely above a whisper. He doesn’t move his hands. I swear I catch a flicker of guilt on his face for a split second, then it’s gone so quick I half wonder if I even saw it.

“Let’s get this over with. I’ve reviewed the terms, and I’m ready to sign.” He didn’t bother to read the contract carefully; he was already planning to walk away with what he wanted. The agreement was a simple alliance—one that would bind their packs and secure Alice’s future, or so he thought. Everyone nodded in agreement, signatures exchanged, and the contract was sealed and tucked away in a safe place. The atmosphere felt heavy with victory—Dominic’s smug smile betrayed his confidence.

A certain memory flashed into me. "Adam," I called him, but he's so preoccupied I'd doubt if he did hear me. I didn't want to waste my voice shouting, so instead, I grabbed his arm. That finally stopped them from devouring each other's mouths. Adam turned to me with an annoyed face. "What the hell?" "What the fuck, Miss!" The woman beside him gave me a murderous look. "What do you want from my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I muttered as I raised my brow at Adam. Two months ago, when I was on his bed, he told me doesn't do commitments. So, was he lying to me then?

“This contract has a flaw. Based on what I learned in a previous contract, the company won’t receive any royalties from book sales. Based on the book sales' projected income and contract length, the company is likely to lose millions.” Dominic grabbed the file quickly and held it up to read. When he slammed the file on the desk, I couldn’t help but flinch. Anger was practically rolling off him in waves, to the point I felt like I needed to take a step back. “Get in my office now!” Dominic said after he picked up his office phone and dialed a three-digit number.

My wolf, Autumn, was struggling to come out and pounce on her while my cock nudged me in my trousers. Dominic flipped the contract over to her, and I watched as she went through it, her eyes widening at the words written on it. " Mate Bond?" She whispered and opened the contract to look through for a minute, only to let out a gasp in the next second, her head rising and her eyes growing wide. I knew she had seen what we had written, and to my astonishment, she started shaking her head sideways, obviously refuting our words. " N n no," She stuttered, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead.

Stacy replied in a slightly aggressive tone “I agree, and looking at this contract, he knows what he is doing, so what is he really building?” Dominic silenced himself as Gareth entered the room again. “So then, do we have a deal?” the cocky southerner held out his hand as though a simple gentleman’s agreement would be binding, Dominic signed the contract and shook the man's hand, “We do, I’ll have my legal team at Predtech deal with the rest,” Gareth smiled widely, “Excellent, we’ll have you on your new land by weeks end,”

“I see, but I can't go on a honeymoon by myself. This trip was for us to spend time and for you to understand your contract better.” “Contract?” I sat up straighter and almost forgot that I was pretending to be sick. “Yes. I was hoping that by now you would have given yourself a few minutes a day to go through it.” He said his eyes were focusing on the cover of my bed rather than on me. Dominic was acting out of character. Why wasn't he standing and throwing things around as I'd expected him to do? A knock came from the door and Dominic went to get it. The housekeeper came holding a tray that Dominic quickly took from her and brought it over to the bed.

I was tired of crying. “Show me the contract,” with my voice barely above a whisper. Dominic simply nodded, reaching into the center console and pulling out a sleek black tablet. His fingers moved across the screen before handing it to me. The document was already open. Ninety-nine days and confidentiality clauses. Compensation that made my eyes widen enough just to restart my company and then revenge support written in legal terms. Boundaries clearly defined, no physical intimacy required, no emotional expectations. It was full proof and professional.

The room was quiet in a comfortable way. Dominic worked beside me without needing to fill the silence. He was on his phone, talking to someone, his voice low, keeping me in consideration as he worked through whatever was waiting for him back home. I caught fragments of it, contract language, something about a supplier agreement, a name I recognized as one of his regional contacts from the northern territory. He was rescheduling things. I could tell from the particular careful tone he used when he was moving something that had been fixed, the way he said he could not attend in person at this time but would review the documents remotely and return a signed copy within forty-eight hours.

“You humiliated him. Congratulations. What do you want from me?” Dominic leaned slightly toward me. His voice dropped, but it carried more weight than ever. “I want to offer you a deal.” I folded my arms. “What kind of deal?” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a slim, matte-black folder. He opened it slowly, revealing a marriage contract. I stared at it, blinking, then looked up at him, “What the hell is this?” “A marriage contract.” He said with a nonchalant shrug. I laughed, “I figured but what is it doing on my laps?”