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The Hidden Alpha's Innocent Contract Mate

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1150 | Released on: 05/06/2026

a P

a shackle. In Pack law, a registered marriage could be challenged, investigated, even torn apart if the wrong wolf d

ther's house," I said, my vo

sion unreadable in the di

any more ammunition. A new husband showing up in a beat-up Toyota would only fuel her scorn. And if Frankie hear

e stumble. For one second, he looked less like a man being refused and more li

it wa

curb. As the taxi turned the corner, I saw him through the rear window, a solitary figure standing under the streetlight. Rain slid down t

e lights were off except for a soft glow in the living room. I used

h worry. He shot to his feet the moment he saw me

d you ran off." He pulled me into a hu

a wolf, but he had never used it to frighten me. Even now, when worry sharpened his scent and made the air aro

ts. Damien had followed the cab anyway. When Leo pulled me into his arms, something ancient and violent rose behind Damien's careful human mask

y bedroom, shutting th

I whispered, my heart po

s, his grip tight. "What? To who? Did Frankie for

d. "It's... a stranger. An Uber driver. He's nobody, L

y sigh. He ran a hand through his hair. "An Uber driver?

, trying to sound more

long moment, his jaw

d. "At least, that's what

. "That means Rogue, Aura.

pproved contract," I said. "At le

ollowed by Erin's sharp voice. "Leo

ately understood, his face hardening. We stood in silence until we

safe hidden in the back of my closet. He spun the

my hand. "This is from your trust

meant for emergencies. I knew Leo hadn't touched h

y face. "No, Leo, I c

he card. "Take it. Use it to get on your feet. Just don't te

is neck, sobbing into hi

hispered, his voice thick w

y the essentials: my plainest clothes, my worn-out jeans, my art supplies. I left behind the dress

ked around the room that had been my prison for so l

ew number I'd added. Damien Montgomer

breath, I typed

. I can mo

fore I could

ater, my phone

you the address.

ighborhood on the other side of the city. Near the edge of neutral territory, far from the Glover Pack's

d the phone to my chest, listening to the rain tap against the window. For the

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“My family tried to sell me to a monster. Frankie Glover was a low-ranking Warrior from the Glover Pack, notorious for his violent temper and wandering hands. To everyone else, I was just a wolfless girl with no rank, no claws, and no power to fight back. To my mother and sister-in-law, I was even less than that. I was a price tag. So I ran. In the middle of a freezing Chicago storm, I jumped into the first Uber I saw and begged the dangerous-looking driver to take me anywhere but home. He smelled like cedar, rain, and something darker beneath the scent suppressant on his skin. I should have been afraid of him. Instead, I heard myself say the craziest words of my life. "I'll pay you five hundred dollars a month. Just... marry me." I expected him to throw me out. He drove me straight to City Hall. By morning, my family had disowned me, Frankie was furious, and my new husband had become the only thing standing between me and the Pack that wanted to claim me. Everyone thought Damien Montgomery was just a broke, unaffiliated Uber driver. A Rogue with no money, no status, and no Pack behind him. Then Frankie cornered us at a restaurant. He threatened my best friend. He mocked her child. He tried to hit me. Damien caught his wrist before the blow landed. "Don't touch my wife." The room went silent. Even the wolves stopped breathing. One moment, Damien was the quiet man who drove a beat-up Toyota and lived in an old apartment building on the edge of neutral territory. The next, he snapped Frankie's wrist, exposed his fake Rolex scam in front of everyone, and made three Glover Pack Warriors run like frightened dogs. That was when I started to understand. My husband was hiding something. The spacious top-floor apartment. The black credit card he claimed was just a bank promotion. The way Pack men lowered their eyes around him before they even knew why. The terrifying grandfather who showed up alone with a jade wolf-fang heirloom and called me the Luna of the family. None of it made sense. Damien said he was nobody. But nobody did not carry the scent of old bloodlines under layers of suppressant. Nobody did not make wolves tremble with a single word. Nobody did not look at a wolfless girl like she was already his. I married a stranger to escape one monster. Now I'm beginning to wonder if I accidentally married the most dangerous Alpha in Chicago.”