The Billionaire's Alpha's Contract Lover Novels & Stories

I offered that I would give them half of the Snow Moon Packs' territory once we won against them. "We will help you, but on one condition, in addition to what you have mentioned." Leo, the Alpha of the Steel Moon Pack, declared after putting down his cup of tea. My brows creased, not able to respond, thinking that Ben was right. Leo was greedy. He wouldn't do something for free. "Well, if you don't like my proposal, then we have nothing more to talk about." He remarked impatiently as he was about to stand. "Spill it," I urged with a frown.

I finally spilled out, looking down at my cereal. " What!" I narrated the entire saga to her and didn't hide my fears either. " Oh! my Bethel, so this is for real? You are getting mated to Alpha Kurt Cobain?" She asked in bemusement after listening to the whole shenanigans. " Yeah." I mouthed " But... Come to think of it, isn't it such great news? I mean, I mean you have mated the billionaire Alpha." " Oh! Please, Paige. I don't even know a thing about this guy aside from the fact that everyone sings praises of him even when he is obscene and a philanderer. And you want me to be happy?"

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

And I’m going to make damn sure she got it—even if it meant going to war with anyone who stood in her way. ***** The next evening, I sat in my new office, an untouched glass of whiskey in my hand as I stared at the signed contract before me. Alpha Gregory’s desperation had led him straight to me. His finances were crumbling thanks to Alpha Frank’s little investment, and he needed a way out. I was happy to provide one.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. The breath rushes out of me. It's so him, direct, unapologetic, and completely over the top. My lips tug into a reluctant smile as I type back, aiming for humour to keep from spiralling into another meltdown. 'I'm only not sending it all back because you're like, a millionaire.' The dots appear again, this time with no hesitation. 'Billionaire. And I'd burn through every last cent if it meant seeing you smile.' I close my eyes, the sheer Thorne-ness of his reply. I'm grinning at my stupid phone like a lovesick fool. Billionaire, I should have known.

She looked up. “If you survive this marriage,” he said quietly, “you will change the balance of power in every pack.” Then he was gone, leaving behind silence, heat… and the terrifying truth settling into her bones. The contract had not just bound her to an Alpha. It had marked her as a threat.

“I have nothing with him.” “Liar,” he says. “Then to hell with you.” I cross my legs. “I want our contract cancelled.” “Contract?” His nose flares. “We have so many contracts together. Which of them?” “Milena. I'm taking her from you. You can keep all the benefits.” My hands slide into my pockets. “See it as a gift from a brother to another.” Sometimes generosity is my weakness. Well, that’s part of what makes me an Alpha.

I have so much to tell you about that cute guy from the first floor. My hands shook as I texted back. Rain check? Dealing with some family stuff. What family stuff? Is Alex okay? Yeah it's just some... other stuff. I'll tell you later. I promise. My response was lame and I knew it. But I was too stressed to think of a good excuse. Besides, Mara could smell my lies from a mile away anyway. And even though I hated not telling her everything that had happened, what was the alternative? Actually, Mara, a billionaire showed up at my door last night and threatened to kill someone if I didn't sign this contract to marry him, and now I'm delivering mysterious packages to journalists.

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.

The smell of coffee and the smell of roasted chicken mixed with the anxiety rising in my chest. I stood there, questioning myself. “Why me?” I muttered. “Why would a billionaire, one of the coldest and most ruthless men in the city choose my hand in a contract marriage? I wish I had a better option than this one.” Unable to bear the thoughts alone, my voice slipped out getting louder, quiet yet loud enough for me to hear. “A contract marriage.” I had seen it in movies and read about it in novels, but I never imagined I would be trapped in such a situation.