The Billionaire Alpha Contract Lover Novels & Stories

Damien had to leave home very early to meet the scheduled time with the father, who had finally agreed to give away his daughter. This decision was made on short notice; the man owed Damien a few thousand from a contract job, but it hadn’t turned out well. However, instead of repaying the debt, the man decided to offer his daughter in marriage, a suspicious move considering he could have easily returned the money without hurting his finances. Damien was desperate for a wife, a mate who would bear his pup.

Putting on a pink blanket with a floral print was not appropriate. The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Felicia met a pair of cold eyes when she turned around. The boss was wearing loose pajamas, which could not cover the width of his shoulders and the length of his legs. Short hair that was only wiped with a small towel, dropping a few drops of water onto his neck. The Gold Group boss, Lionel Walton, was constantly ranked number one on the best Alpha list with a strong background and outstanding appearance. This is an alpha, beta or omega woman's dream.

woman who understood interest rates. “She’s a liar!” Maxwell shouted, sensing the room shifting in his favor. “She’s trying to steal my birthright with forged documents!” Alpha Richard stood up, his face hardening. He didn't want to believe his son was a failure. He wanted to believe the girl with the money was the villain. “Aella,” the Alpha growled. “You have brought shame to this hall. You have used your wealth to bully your family and undermine the future Alpha of Sandwell. This is treason.”

See what happens. The unspoken challenge hung in the air, a thicker tension than the pandemic itself. Luna, completely unconcerned by the silent war between the two Alphas, slid a physical contract across the table. It glided over the polished wood, coming to rest directly in front of Kael. The pen placed beside it was sleek, silver-plated.

He simply observed the way the household treated me and drew his own conclusions. On the fourth afternoon, he set down the cup he had been holding and looked at me directly. “You carry yourself differently than you did under the contract,” he said. “The contract no longer exists.” “I can see that.” He paused. “Alpha Voss does not watch you the way a man watches a political arrangement. He watches you the way a man watches something he has already decided belongs to his future.” I did not deny it. There was nothing left to soften or reframe. When I left him that afternoon, Kael was waiting near the entrance to the guest wing. He had not interrupted the visit. He simply fell into step beside m

She smiled. “You did.” --- The drive was quiet. Lena watched the city pass through the window. She thought about the first time she'd met Kai. The alley. The fear. The impossible decision that had followed. At the time, she had thought the strangest part of her life was that an Alpha billionaire had asked her to marry him. Now, somehow, that wasn't even the strangest part. The strangest part was that the man sitting beside her had become someone she trusted. Someone she could disagree with.

But why am I in his bed and why the hell am I naked! I reach for the closest piece of fabric my hands can get and I yank it over my exposed ass. I don't need to think before I realize where my clothes are. I don't need to try looking to know this is the morning of the next day and I spent the night in a billionaire's bed! Not just any random billionaire, Ayden Bravlov, greatest actor of all time and Alpha of the Crescent moon pack! A freaking werewolf! I spent the night in his bed.

Derrick protested, walking down the stairs while Brittany trailed behind him. "Derrick, please listen to me," she pleaded. "Okay , I'm listening. What is it? You want me to marry a whore? That's not happening! Forget about it." "Derrick , I know she cheated, but this is a contract marriage. You don't have to love each other. This marriage must happen. Please!" "I know what type of marriage it is. Do I need to love her? No! Can I live with a whore? Hell, no! I'm a man, Mum. My ego will be affected forever, knowing that my wife cheated when we were engaged, arranged marriage or not!"

It scared me how fast he'd learned the movements that made me purr like a kitten. There was nothing left to do but enjoy the ecstasy of the moment. I slid my hands along my cold sheets and pressed my face to the comfort they offered but kept my ass in the air. The alpha male that had taken over my creative billionaire was worthy of my worship and would probably shock the world if they ever got the chance to see him, but they wouldn't. He would never allow that. That I had was saying a lot. Too much maybe. "God, you're beautiful, woman. Did you know that?" He moved up on the bed behind me.

“There are many of us inside the territory, working—I mean, you know, hoping that maybe one of the Bluemoon guys turned us into one of them.” Miah widened her eyes. “Really? Do people actually do that? I mean—” “I understand what you mean,” said the girl as she winked at Miah. Surrounded by his aides and his entire security team, Alpha Alexander was in a private room watching football on a giant television plasma screen. But the instant his bride-to-be walked through the door, backed by Bernabe, he shook himself, totally forgetting the game.