The Alpha’s Contract Mate
“Maybe… maybe you can come to our house. Continue working as a maid. Because that’s who you are, and that’s what you will continue to do.”
Her shoulders sagged with relief, tears still in her eyes. “Thank you…” she whispered.
My wolf purred, satisfied. But I stayed rigid. I could feel my mate near, my mate trembling, my mate terrified. My wolf wanted to hold her, claim her, protect her, but I… I would remain cold. I would remain harsh.
Because I was Théo, the Alpha’s son. My wolf might scream for her, but I would decide how, when, and under what terms she belonged to me.