The Alpha's Contract Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

Each one just as disgusted with what Benjamin had done as I was while looks of shock sat on the faces of the two visiting Luna’s. “Alpha Mykel I understand she’s fated to you but if she’s been promised to him, I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do” Alpha Dante placed his hand on my shoulder. Normally he would be right only there was something that could be done. “May I suggest everyone taking their seats so we can conclude today’s meeting. I for one would like to get the treaty signings done and out of the way” Dante had remained a good friend even after taking over as Alpha to his pack. We were raised in the same way our fathers having trained us both together. Our minds worked in the same

“Sit.” “I’m not here for tea and pleasantries, Alpha,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Say what you need to say.” A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t push back. Instead, he reached for a thick envelope sitting on the desk and slid it toward me. “What’s this?” I asked, not touching it. “A contract,” he said plainly. “Our terms. The mating bond. Your role and my expectations.” I let out a sharp, humourless laugh. “Of course you have a contract. Gods forbid anything in your life be based on trust or respect.”

Chandler wiped the blood on the back of his hand as if he was just dusting dirt. He watched the other members of the pack and asked, “Who’s next?” he said, showing the envelope. No one talks, or moves. In front of the warm corpse in front of them, everyone remained unresponsive. "Ahuh, it seems everyone is ready to sign the contract," Chandler uttered. “Great decision. Because you cannot escape here without signing, or else you'll lose your neck. ” "" “If you think that it is impossible for me to kill everyone, you’re wrong. Along with my Delta, the two Alphas are also here. ”

Mid-struggle, they abruptly dropped me to the ground, their heads bowed as if following a command. Confused and intrigued, I spun around to know the authority of this sudden change. To my astonishment, it was Alpha Alexander himself; at least, he was going to help me pass. I thought to myself. Crawling towards him, I clung to his legs, my hands clasping tightly as I pleaded, "Please, Alpha... I must leave. I have to…" But his next words halted me in my tracks. "Did you not read the contract you signed?" His question hit me like a heavy blow, leaving me sniffing and staring up at his towering figure, his gaze piercing down at me.

And their sense grew sharper, which meant they could easily track omegas that let their guards down. She gave so many scary graphic descriptions that scarred me, and I prayed all my life that I was never going to stumble into an alpha on the night of the full moon. But when I signed the contract, I knew I was going to have to face those fears, and the time came quicker than I expected.

I said lowly, but I was sure he heard it. “No, not me.” He then pointed at me. “You are fucked.” “Give me a pen, and I’m out of here.” I hissed. “Not too fast, and we don’t need a pen.” He stood up, and his claws erupted from his nails, and he cut his palm as he walked toward me. My eyes dilated as my heart thundered. “No. Not a fucking blood contract!” I growled as I pushed my chair backward. “You don’t have a choice.” Alpha Clifford dropped a paper on top of the document I was reading, and it was my notice of dismissal as an Alpha, effective today—signed by the counsels of the Council. All seven of them.

“You signed a binding contract with an Alpha. You are whatever the contract says you are.” Her jaw tightened. “Rule two,” he continued. “You do not provoke other Alphas. They will test you. They will try to take you. Some will try to kill you.” A chill slid down her spine. “Because of you.” “Because you survived,” Darius corrected. “That makes you dangerous.” She scoffed softly. “I’m human.” His eyes flashed. “That,” he said, voice dropping, “is what we’re going to discuss.” He stopped an arm’s length away. Close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the barely restrained power humming beneath his skin.

His blood steamed on the pavement. I lifted the necklace, my hand trembling. She was alive. She was waiting. And I would tear apart every shadow, every betrayal, every lie until she was back in my arms. Maximus thought he could outplay me. Evelyn thought she could undo me. But they had forgotten one thing. I was Alpha. And no one took what was mine.

I wondered how long he had been planning this out; it must have been a while. If I thought I had seen it all, the statement in the last paragraph changed that. “The contractor shall not break this contract for any reason else; /she/ stands to be punished by the contractee in any way he seems fit.” I placed the file on the table. I knew he was twisted; it should be no surprise, but this was beyond even my expectations. Alpha Thane had a habit of surprising people, and I did not mean that in a positive way. “You will punish me?” I questioned

I looked over at the hearth. Section 14b. I knew the exact phrasing of that clause better than most ranked wolves in this territory. I had memorized the full, ancestral pack code as a child, long before I had any practical reason to enforce it. My father had insisted that an Alpha who did not know his own laws was an Alpha who could be outmaneuvered by anyone who did. I had read the bonded transferee clause a hundred times over the years in the abstract, detached way you read old statutes that apply to situations you never personally expect to encounter. I had read it three times in the past two months in a way that was no longer abstract at all.