The Billionaire Alpha's Contract Lover Novels & Stories

He looked awful, with dark circles under his eyes, stubble on his jaw, his shirt wrinkled as he'd slept in it. "Elena," he said. "Cassian," I sat across from him, the table between us felt miles wide, two lawyers in expensive suits flanked us like referees at a boxing match. "Shall we begin?" the older lawyer asked, sliding a thick contract toward me. I picked it up, started reading it, even though my hands wanted to shake. One year pretending to be his mate, public appearances at pack functions, living in his mansion, playing the devoted partner. Six million dollars at the end.

"Please. Just give me a minute to get myself under control." So I fell silent again, but my mind raced at breakneck speed, turning over his words and examining them from every angle. My Omega. Wanted to rip his throat out. Those weren't the words of someone maintaining professional distance and protecting a business arrangement. Those were the words of an Alpha who... who what, exactly? Who cared about me beyond the contract? Who was possessive in ways that went beyond pretense? Who was jealous of another Alpha's attention? My hands were shaking where they rested in my lap. I clasped them together tightly, trying to steady myself and failing.

“Is this where you tell me the rules of being your… contract bride?” The word tasted strange on her tongue. “Yes,” Darius said. “And the consequences of breaking them.” He moved closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator who knew there was nowhere for its prey to run. “Rule one,” he said. “You do not leave the stronghold without my permission.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a prisoner.” A corner of his mouth curved. “You signed a binding contract with an Alpha. You are whatever the contract says you are.”

Jack looked at the countdown timer, at the chaos surrounding their tower, at the enemies gathering from every direction. "Then we're all dead anyway." The Crucible was just beginning. And Jack Miller—former billionaire, former True Alpha, current Beta with fading power—had forty-six hours to answer a question he didn't fully understand, while protecting everyone he loved from threats that multiplied by the minute. He'd faced impossible odds before. But this time, the odds were facing something new: a man with nothing left to lose and everything to prove.

"Don't think you can deceive me by finding some pretty boy to play along with you. You can't fool me." Rufus's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he turned to Selena. Rufus little boy? He sure doesn't know that the young man he just fought with was the mysterious Alpha of nightfall pack. The young and strong Alpha which no one has saw his face aside from his family, Beta, warriors and guards. Rufus eyebrows were tightened, and there was a hint of coldness in his dark eyes. He didn't react at all to Williams calling him small boy, and didn't even bother to give him a look. Instead, he took the handbag Selena was carrying and said in a low voice. "Let's go."

I say sure of what I say. "That's why, I'll accept let's be a couple. Let's be that couple that despite so many things, we're still together. Let me die experiencing what it is to be loved and treasured. But, don't ask me to be your wife. Let me be the ex-wife of the alpha millionaire" she asks and I feel like I'm in some sort of deja vu. I smile to note that one with her memory loss, she is still stubborn. She's still her.

“Look this over.” Solomon quickly categorized the other werewolf as she walked through the office and stopped beside Alpha Salvatore’s desk chair. She was tall and toned, had long, wavy dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She wore pants, a nice sweater, and heels. Next to him, Renato perked up. Lisa took the contract while Alpha Salvatore briefed her about the contents. Solomon waited patiently as she scanned it. Her eyes widened as she read—probably noticing the amount her Alpha owed and defaulted on. “Everything is in order and clearly laid out as per what you told me.”

Lucien kept his tone flat, both men trying to prove their dominance, "Well Bella said I could name my price just by meeting your Luna so that seemed an easier way to make my fortune." "She was right," Helena chipped in, looking at me with concern in her eyes. She must be worrying about how terrible a time I have had with this brute. If only she knew. "Good." "So who hired you? You owe them no loyalty now you're breaking their deal." "I think I'll be getting paid first." He grabbed at the scars on his neck. I wondered if the pain irritated him or if he could feel Helena's eyes boring into them. "There's a huge chest of cash, jewels and stones at one of my old hideouts. It's yours, you have my

My brows furrowed. “You've prepared this contract before you—” I didn't have the chance to continue my words when he suddenly slammed his hands on his table. “Just sign the fucking contract and stop interrogating me. I hate that kind of behavior!” He responded to me and I took the pen to sign the contract he made with my shaking hands. Alpha Tobias is too cold. He became so bad as we entered his pack and now I am imagining what would be my life here. Is he really sincere in making me his Luna? Or does he have other plans?

CEO, Vance International. "It’s a contract, Sienna. Purely professional," he continued. "One year. I provide the protection, the lifestyle, and the resources to ensure Liam Thorne never wins another contract in this city. You provide the image." Sienna looked at her bare feet again, then at the man sitting across from her. He was a stranger, but he was offering the one thing nobody else would: a way to fight back. "I need another drink," Sienna said, reaching for her glass. Declan signaled the waiter again. "Take your time. The rain isn't stopping anytime soon."