The Masked Alpha's Secret Contract Bride

Chapter 8

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p floor, two massive security guards radiating high-grade

nnel allowed," the guard on the left bar

! My grandmother is dying downstairs!" I tried to push pa

ve now, or we'll throw you out by force!" The second

umbled back out of the elevator Lobby and onto th

s swallowed the sky, and freezing aut

y wind cut straight through my thin office blouse as I stood out in

ock, ten o'clock. The sky turned pitch-b

, and my empty stomach twisted in sharp cr

freezing storm for ten straight hours, black spo

on the wet concrete, the frosted glass

rward and threw myself down on the flooded floor, wrappin

, save my grandmother!" I sobbed, pre

e my head. "On your knees already? What

d dripping with familiar arro

my head, freezing rain drippin

in a sharp dark suit and looking down at me like a god

ps trembling so hard I could barely

ice. Where else would I be?" He raised an eyeb

of nausea hit my stomach as the truth crashed d

, he gripped my freezing chin between his thum

warm office for ten hours and watched me drown out here in

ou're the one who tossed me fifty dollars and blocked my number

fury as I tried to push myself up. "You're a co

is expression turned to solid ice. "Then you can go back

nd and walked toward the private elevator, hi

pen, the image of Grandma Martha gasping for

nd knees, lunged forward, and jammed my shi

g with the cold rain on my face as my voice broke

n looked down at my broken posture, a dark fla

ordered, holding the door

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The Masked Alpha's Secret Contract Bride

Elisha Plasket Werewolf

“I was born wolfless, a fragile bottom-feeder who gave everything to my fiancé. Then I caught him tangled in our apartment bed with my coworker. To drown the humiliation, I dragged a masked pit fighter into a hotel room, leaving him a thousand dollars as hush money before fleeing. But my ex wasn't done. He and his new pregnant fiancée used their pack status to get me fired from my only job. Without my paycheck, I couldn't afford the ICU bills for my grandmother, whose heart was failing from silver poisoning. With no options left, I stood in the freezing rain for ten hours, begging the pack's untouchable billionaire Healer to save her life. When the VIP doors finally opened, I froze in absolute shock. The Supreme Alpha looking down at me was the same masked fighter I had paid off like a cheap street walker. Why was the most powerful man in the pack fighting in underground pits? And why did he look at me with such a dangerous, predatory gaze? "Sign your name, or walk out that door and buy a coffin." He didn't demand an apology for the insult. Instead, he slapped a marriage contract on his mahogany desk. To save my grandmother, I picked up the cold pen and signed my freedom over to the devil.”