The Alpha's Contract Luna
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“I don't do whores. Try another hotel.” Michael’s voice was as cold as ice, his eyes scanning my body with disgust.
I froze, my hand still gripping the hem of the dress my stepmother forced me to wear. I was desperate. My father was dying, and selling myself to the ruthless Alpha Michael Greywood was the only option left. “I’m not a whore,” I whispered, “I’m someone with an offer you can’t refuse.”
He scoffed, but he didn't look away. “A contract marriage,” he stated, tossing a document on the table. “One year. No sleeping in the same room. No touching. And absolutely no falling in love.”
I signed it. I thought it would be easy. Just a business transaction.
But I was wrong.
Because tonight, he came home drunk. He cornered me in the kitchen, his eyes dark with a hunger that violated every rule in that contract. “You know the rules, Evelyn,” he growled, trapping me against the counter. “But tonight… I don’t think I care.”
I froze, my hand still gripping the hem of the dress my stepmother forced me to wear. I was desperate. My father was dying, and selling myself to the ruthless Alpha Michael Greywood was the only option left. “I’m not a whore,” I whispered, “I’m someone with an offer you can’t refuse.”
He scoffed, but he didn't look away. “A contract marriage,” he stated, tossing a document on the table. “One year. No sleeping in the same room. No touching. And absolutely no falling in love.”
I signed it. I thought it would be easy. Just a business transaction.
But I was wrong.
Because tonight, he came home drunk. He cornered me in the kitchen, his eyes dark with a hunger that violated every rule in that contract. “You know the rules, Evelyn,” he growled, trapping me against the counter. “But tonight… I don’t think I care.”
