The Marriage Contract with the Alpha

never-ending accumulated orders. She felt the throbbing pain in her feet from hours spent on her feet, and her back hurt like hell. Like every evening, only one th

s. She walks quickly, eager to find the warmth of her small apartment, but suddenly, a strange sensation makes her slow down. She felt like she was being recor

kness. She had never seen him, yet there was something familiar about his presence. And just as she decided to continue walking, he took a determined step forward in her directi

p voice that echoed in the co

of the man. How would he know his name? She had ne

e whispered, unable

here is nothing warm about the smile. "My name is Ryker ," he continues calm

d. Why would someone like you want to... talk to me?

each word he was about to say. His piercing gaze seemed to probe

he finally said, his voice softening slightl

to make ends meet, working two jobs to keep a roof over her head. She observes this man, handsome, elegant, wh

she demanded cautiously, a g

f he sensed her doubts, her fears, all the emotions s

it was absurd. It certainly wasn't a sincere marriage proposal. She let out an incredulous laugh, rai

ross his face. "I know exactly who you are, Hope. And I know your circu

ap of her bag. "What do you mean? » she whis

you a number. A marriage contract, over a defined period. In exchange for this marriage, yo

n like him propose a marriage contract to a stranger? Nothing about this situation made sense.

ly replied, distrust seeping into

f that she couldn't tell if she had really seen it. "Because we both have reasons for wanting this marriage," he said, in a tone that brook

e with accumulated coldness, as if he had already planned everything

nancial compensation? »

ck on track, without worry. This marriage would last a year and

and even less so from a stranger. Yet part of her clung to this crazy idea like a lifeline. After all, his curren

from me in return? » she

he replied, his gaze softening slightly. "There will be no perso

ole of a devoted wife, without experiencing the feelings that such a commitment implied. But she

age and looked up at him. "Okay... If I acce

ntly. "You have my word, Hope. It may not be much to y

d at him to flee, but another voice, weaker but insistent, whispered to him to t

eluctance. A strange feeling of security invaded him, as if, despite the appare

er voice shaky but resolute

action crossing his eyes. "Very

nked, each aware that this simple handshake had just se