I Signed a Marriage Contract, Not a Love Triangle
I work three jobs. I have a turtle. I have not slept properly since I was nineteen.
So when a stranger offered me enough money to cover my mom's rehab, my sister's tuition, and three months of rent—just for pretending to be some rich guy's wife for six months—I said yes before I let myself think about it too hard.
The guy turned out to be a vampire. A century and a half old, and bored of literally everything except, apparently, my blood.
Fine. Whatever. Not the weirdest part of my week.
The weirdest part is the other one. The Alpha, who decided I'm his mate, insults my apartment and insults the fact that I'm human at all—and then can't stay in a room with me for five minutes without los