Secret Marriage Contract with The Alpha

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received that night. His mother, his sweet and fragile mother, had been urgently admitted to the hospital. The doctors had suggested to him that the necessary care would be long, expensive and demanding. They w

eloping her in a dark torpor. The future seemed to her a bottomless pit, where each effort to rise only resulted in pushing her deeper. She looked around he

aight and solemn, with an expression of gravity that seemed incongruous for someone knocking on her door, a simple student with no notable

William Blackwood, emissary of the Westfal

of werewolves want from her, and above all, why

ter, Helen Donnelly? he asked, and Lys

want from me? she whispered, her gaze

ing your mother. Let me jump straight into

reassuring. There was no contempt or j

ategic alliances. To this end, it was decided that an arranged marriage would be advanta

have described this kind of proposition as medieval

ported. All his care, medical expenses, until his complete re

that would dispel the proposition and the implications that accompanied it. An arranged marriage... with an Alpha? With this stranger abou

stammered, her mind despera

those you love, and... werewolves appreciate gentleness, especially our Alpha. Let's s

w deep down that this proposition was tempting, that he represented perhaps the only chance to save her mother. But

naged to whisper, her voice

sisting, then left her a card with a

. But each time, the vision of his mother, pale and weakened, took over, reminding him that time was running out and that there wa

abbed the business card with a tre