The 3 Month Rule Novels & Stories

She brewed a light mixture for herself while Cillian flipped through the contract, eyes scanning the rules she came up with. Rule Number One: The Contract shall not go beyond three months. Rule Number Two: Both parties agree to not involve themselves in the personal lives of the other party. Rule Number Three: No Physical contact whatsoever. The list went on. Each and every single rule was thought out with meticulous care, to avoid any loopholes and make sure that the person on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to defraud her. The more Cillian read, the more his expression darkened. By the time he was finished reading the contract, Bellatrix had finished making her coffee.

"Your one week of freedom from this mansion has been cut down to just three days." Wait, what?

"Let me show you that I can be a good mate to you." The room is silent, as they all wait for my answer. Logan looks sincere, but can I really trust him with my heart? "Three months," Alpha Henry announces. I look at him confused. "He has three months to prove that he wants you as his mate." "I received your letter last night, but I cannot let you go without giving you it a chance." He adds. "What are you talking about, Dad?" Logan asks, but Alpha Henry ignores him. "If after three months you still want to reject him, then I will sign your permit to leave the pack."

"Wait! Don't forget about me." "This violates the rules of our three month distancing agreement, you should let me go first." I reminded him. "Huh? Are you really still going on about that? You didn't even set up rules for that agreement." "Don't you have common sense? You know what distancing is, right? So stop following me."

Having bought a lot of things, Emily just wanted to open her mouth, the staff from nowhere hastily raised her voice: "Miss, the goods you bought have exceeded the allowable weight. Please go down to the counter to pay and then come and buy again, it's not too late." Looking at the items she bought, Emily herself was overwhelmed, she didn't think she had gotten so many items. There is a rule here that you can't buy more than thirty items, if you don't buy enough, you can pay and then choose to continue, the rule is that everyone must respect it.

Once Aiden makes up his mind, the rest of us just have to listen. “Fine. What is it?” I asked. He looked me dead in the eye. “If you’re going to bend the rules, do it right. We start from scratch and now we make it 90 days.” I blinked, assuming I had misheard him. “90 days? What do you even mean, start from scratch?” “You changed the deal, so the timeline resets. None of the past days count anymore. We start counting from today and it’s 90 days now.”

Just then, the elevator jolted back to life, the lights flickering on brightly before we continued our smooth ascent as if nothing had happened. “Okay,” I said, my voice stronger now. “Okay, but we need rules.” The doors pinged open on my floor. He placed a hand over the door sensor, holding them open. His gaze was unwavering. “Name them.” “First, the arrangement lasts for two months. That’s it.” “Agreed.” “Second,no sex. Nothing intimate. This is strictly business.” A faint,almost imperceptible shadow crossed his features, but he nodded. “Of course.”

“Your failure to carry out this simple task shows that you are not fit for this mission. Hence, you will be withdrawn as soon as possible and other options will be considered.” ‘Options?’ Sweat broke out of my face, as I find it difficult to swallow saliva. My eyes traced its footsteps back to the second message sent a few minutes after the first one. The Second message reads: “never forget the three rules. Rule one: Focus is the name of the game, the end result is more important than anything else. Rule two: Your cover is more important than your life. Rule three: Obey the first and second rule.” I had to quickly locate the spot. I was lucky to come across a brown envelope, so I dipped my h

“I love someone else. It’s just too soon to propose, and the board can’t wait.” Something in my chest loosened at that. Good. No confusion. No blurred lines. Just a contract. “Alright,” I said. “Three rules. That’s it?” “It’s all we need,” he said. “Clean and dry.” I let out a breath. For the first time in years, my body felt looser. Calmer. “Make sure you keep your lawyer updated,” Adrian reminded me. “The month begins now.” I nodded. He extended his arm out for a handshake.

Three days. Not seven. Not enough. Bought at the visible price of my mother’s letters laid open on a Council table and Seraphine’s public composure cracking in front of half a dozen watching Alphas. Alder’s face is carved from stone. “This sets a dangerous example.” “It sets a temporary one,” the clerk answers. “Three days. No more.” I incline my head. “Understood.”