The Hidden Alpha's Innocent Contract Mate

Chapter 6

Word Count: 1018 | Released on: 05/06/2026

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ng presence. Home. The word echoed in the vast, empty space o

the quiet moment. He glanced at the s

phone away. "I've got to go.

g a bright smile. "Go. Make

e as if searching for something. Then he gave a curt nod

was now my husband. I took a deep breath, the air still scented faintly with his cedar-like

ody piece of Lake Michigan at dawn, all pale blue light, silver water, and the faint outline of the Chicago skyline disappearing into mist. I hung

e glossy design magazine. The white refrigerator hummed softly in the corner, the stove was scratched around the burners, and the cabinets were sturdy but

market. I moved through the aisles with a sense of purpose, carefully selecting vegetables, chicken, and spices, my mind

I tied on an apron I'd packed and set to work. The kitchen, which had been silent and sterile,

for two. A simple meal of braised chicken, stir-fried greens, and steamed rice. I lit a s

. Damien stepped inside, bringing a gust of cool n

olor on the wall, and the steam rising from the plates on the table. He looked fr

r of raw, profound shock in his eyes, as if he had walked into a world he had never k

litude and the cold calculus of power, was ambushed b

from him, my fingers brushing agai

flexing in his jaw. "Yeah," he managed, his voice

d back to the kitchen to get

used them with a surprising, if slightly clumsy, proficiency. He ate the chic

ervously, waiti

is plate, then had a second helping of rice, and a third. His

clearing the plates. "I'll wash," he said,

this big, intimidating man carefully washing dishes in a kitchen I had filled with food was strangel

pulled out a small object and held it out to me. It was a keychain, a

his tone casual, almost dismissive. "Th

the first gift he had ever given me. I took it from hi

whispered, and I m

artment key, the little

" he said, his vo

ight,

ections, towards our separate bedrooms, sharing the s

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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.”