The Hidden Alpha's Innocent Contract Mate

Chapter 7

Word Count: 1188 | Released on: 05/06/2026

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g room, his back to me, finishing a set of push-ups on the polished hardwood floor. He was dressed in simple gray

and rose to his feet, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. He turned and

his voice a little brea

outlined his chest. I quickly looked away, my face growing warm, and pointed

icate brushstrokes with a serious expr

t me, his eyes filled with genuine admiration. "The l

cting the compliment. "But I was thinking... the spare bedroom is empty. I could se

." He walked over to the small table where he'd left

er seen. It was solid black, with no numbers

need. Art supplies, furniture for

tightening in my stomach. It looked exp

aking my head and taking a step

of those promotional cards. The limit is probably only a few hundred dollars. They just make

ow a black card. The words "lucky break" echoed in my mind, and for the first time, a small voice whispered that maybe my luck was getting too good to be true. St

for whatever I sp

utes later, he emerged in his usual uniform of a plain ja

sh for anything-groceries, art stuff-just let me know. We're a

lp. It made him seem more real, less like a mysterious stranger.

nd. "Jamila? Can you meet me? Cof

already there, sitting at our usual table by the window, patiently cutt

site them, took a deep bre

t mar

ate. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows

escape into the rain, the desperate proposal t

aid, her voice sharp. "You married an Uber driver you just met? Do you have an

kind. He gave me a safe place to stay in this ol

t's a classic move. He's trying to gain your trust, make you dependent on h

id with a small smile. "Okay. I'll

new uncle now?" Noah asked

iped a smudge of syrup from

exquisite, handmade rice papers and expensive mineral pigments, my fingers itching t

e cheapest pads of paper, a basic set of ink sticks, and a few brushes. I paid for

me previous tenant must have kept a desk. It wasn't a glossy studio in some luxury high-rise. It was just a spare room in a renovated walk-up, but the morning light came in clean and bri

wasn't much, but it was mine. A sp

dust motes dancing in the air. I took out my phone, snapp

rt. My studio is offici

back. A single, simple thumbs

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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.”