Three Month Rule Novels & Stories

“Impossible? Perhaps. But you—you’re exactly what I wanted.” Her eyes narrowed, calculating, fierce. “And what is that?” I allowed a slow, deliberate smile. “Someone who can handle me. Someone who doesn’t crumble under… pressure. Someone who can follow the rules.” She shifted in her seat, the curve of her spine arching just enough to make the blood in my veins heat. “Rules? You mean the contract?” I nodded, stepping closer until the heat of my body was unmistakable. “Three months. No distractions. No secrets. That’s the deal, Selene. And you agreed to it.”

"Three." Matteo's eyes narrowed. The first crack in his composure, the first admission that he wasn't playing against amateurs. "You negotiate aggressively." "Yes." The rogue almost smiled again. Almost. The expression died before it could complete, starved by whatever lived in the place where his heart should have been. Matteo tapped the table once. The sound was muffled by the stone, absorbed by the room's acoustic design, but the gesture was clear. Decision made. Terms accepted, if not respected. "Three months. Provisional. No guarantees of permanence."

But I couldn't stop the terrifying, frantic thumping of my heart inside my ribs, nor could I ignore the small piece of leaf-parchment stuck directly to the front of the treaty script. You have three full moon cycles to give your answer. Three moons. That was all the time I had left.

“I don’t mean to ruin your reputation as the maid in charge of me or anything like that, but we can clearly see they’re busy, I think it’s best if I come back later or probably skip this night, just one night would not cause anyone of us any harm right.” “Look here filthy thing. You do not teach me my job. This should be the first and the last time you make a suggestion concerning how I handle the Safire placed into my hands.” She places one of her hands on her hips. “Secondly, as tradition demands, the only day your legs are permitted to take a break is when the clan is sure and confirm that you are indeed pregnant. And the clan together, the Alpha inclusive is not ready to take the risk of

He exhaled loudly before continuing, “…hand-holding, light touching are permitted only when we are in front of my family or yours. No unnecessary touching.” He shook his head. “Rule Three: No real kissing. If a kiss is unavoidable, it will be short and closed-mouth. No tongue, no making out.” He paused, his eyes widening in surprise. “Wait… are you for real?” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “No tongue? Mel, who the hell kisses without tongue?” I folded my arms and stared at him, unamused. “Keep going.” He read through the rest, his scowl deepening with every line. No sex, no sleeping over, maximum two events per month, no personal conversations, no good morning texts, no flirting.

If he thinks we are coming over for my friend to take that title then they must be jokers! “Well, well. I see you boys have been digging deep, yeah? Well, there used to be a rule like that, but not anymore” I gasped and staggered a bit. Why on earth? I am sure he is lying! He is trying to scare me. “The only rule that is still working right now is the one that allows the current title holder to pass dosm the title to someone else after a month of being in that position” One month!!! Axell will never agree to stay there for that long.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

“Maybe not. But you were a part of this mess. And as a member of this pack, you answer to me.” He exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re all on probation for thirty days. That means you’ll all be closely monitored. No going out without supervision, no fights, and no drama. One mistake and you’re done. Do I make myself clear?” No one spoke, but we all nodded. “Get out.” The triplets walked me back to my room silently, and for a moment, I thought they might finally say something, anything even. But they just left.

“How will you get the money?” “I … have the money.” “You have the money?” “Well, not, right now. But, I … I … can get it. Just give me one day.” “One day?” “I’ll get it by tomorrow.” I shake my head. “That’s not the deal, Nigel. The rules are clear. Every member has three months. Run up as big a debt as you want during that time. Then you have to settle in full. Your three months was up last night.”

I said. I massaged my forehead as I thought of the third rule. When I got it, I smiled. “Rule number three, you two would have to set times for yourselves.” “What do you mean?” Alpha Darwin asked. “What I mean is that, you two would have to plan on when to spend time with me. The time of the first person shouldn't clash with the time of the second person. It should be in form of…” I trailed off as I tried to think of the right word for it. “…shift!” I recalled. “So, if one person spends time with me today, the other can do the same the next day. If this person sleeps on my bed or spend the night with me today, the other can another day. These are the rules,” I said and they sighed. “So, are