Mother Dragon

🔥🔥Contract with the devil🔥🔥𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭Scott walked toward her and stopped just inches away. Though she was taller, h...
19/07/2026

🔥🔥Contract with the devil🔥🔥

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

Scott walked toward her and stopped just inches away. Though she was taller, his presence made him seem larger than life.

She lowered her gaze, unable to withstand the intensity of his piercing eyes.

He slipped a finger beneath her chin and gently lifted her face until their eyes met.

"Too late," Scott murmured, his deep voice calm yet terrifying. "You signed the contract. You're mine, little dove."

---

Laura Jacobs' life was falling apart.

To survive, she juggled multiple part-time jobs while caring for her younger brother, whose worsening illness demanded expensive medical treatment. As if life hadn't already been cruel enough, she discovered that her wealthy boyfriend had been cheating on her, shattering the future she had dreamed of.

With hospital bills piling up and no way to save her brother, Laura found herself drowning in despair.

Then fate stepped in.

A chance encounter with Scott Williams-a billionaire CEO feared for his ruthless reputation-changed everything.

Scott offered her an unbelievable deal: become his contract wife for six months, and in return, he would pay every cent of her brother's medical expenses.

Desperate to save the only family she had left, Laura signed the contract without realizing it would pull her into a world of dangerous secrets, hidden agendas, and betrayals far more terrifying than she could have imagined.

What began as a business arrangement soon blurred into something neither of them expected.

Will Laura honor the contract until the very end... or will she risk everything by falling in love with the man she was never supposed to love?

A contract signed in desperation.

A billionaire hiding dangerous secrets.

A love that could either save them... or destroy them both.

📗👀 CHAPTER 1

Laura pushed the door to Alex's bedroom open and stopped frozen in shock.
Alex, her boyfriend, was busy making out with cassie her best friend. They were in a compromising position.
The image seared itself into her brain, and Laura felt like she had been punched in the gut.
"Alex!!!" She yelled, her voice shaking as tears started welling up in her eyes.

The both of them quickly slid under the sheets, and Alex faced her with cold eyes.

"Surprised?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by surprised ?" She asked.

"Isn't it obvious? You no longer have my time. You're always busy with your brother and work. Honestly, George is going to die anyway. So, stop trying, " Alex snapped.

Aurora's anger boiled over. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

She was trying her best to be optimistic about George's health, but Alex's words cut deep.

She stormed to the side of his bed. Before he could react, her hand flew out and slapped him across the cheeks, sending his head tilting sideways.

"You can say all you want about me, but don't you ever dare open your filthy mouth and talk about my brother," she snarled.

With that, she turned and ran out of the apartment. The tears she was holding back had started streaming down her cheeks freely.

She was late for work and couldn't find a cab. She quickly wiped her tears and took off on foot.

After about 30 minutes of running, she arrived at the restaurant, gasping for breath.

She quickly wiped her tears and composed herself before pushing the door open.

The restaurant was meant for elites only. And the atmosphere was calm as usual. She spotted John her colleague, coming out from the kitchen, and she ran to him.

"Is Mrs Miller around?" She asked.

"Ehm... she came about an hour ago," John replied.

"Oh God, I'm doomed," She muttered.

"Quickly get dressed in your uniform before she comes out," John said as he glanced at the door leading to Mrs Miller office to see if she was coming.

"Ok," Laura nodded, running into the staff's changing room.

She quickly changed and emerged only to find Mrs Miller waiting for her, a Stern expression on her face.

"And what's your excuse for today ?" Mrs Miller asked.

"I'm... I'm sorry, please. I couldn't find a ride here," Aurora quickly apologized.

"Sorry? Be sorry for yourself. You're fired!" Mrs Miller half yelled.

Laura's eyes widened in horror. She couldn't lose this job. George's medical bills are there, and her rent was almost due. She lost her other jobs last week, and this was the only one she had left.

"Please don't do this, Ma'am. I really need the money for my brother's hospital bills, please, I'm begging you," Aurora fell on her knees pleading.

"I don't care. I won't have you coming to my restaurant late every single time and always trying to cook up an excuse or an apology. That's it. Take off my uniform and leave these premises now!" Mrs Miller yelled.

Aurora searched her face to see if it held a single remorse, but she saw none. All she saw was anger and hate.

Right from the start, Mrs Miller didn't like her, but she tried her best to please the old witch but couldn't.

Fresh tears start rolling down her cheeks as she grabs Mrs Miller's legs.

"Please don't do this to me. Please ma'am. My brother's life is in your hands, I need this job, please," Aurora cried.

"Get those filthy hands of me. Your freaking brother's life isn't in my hands," Mrs Miller snapped, shaking Aurora off her leg.

"Leave for the last time, or I'll call the cops," She threatened.

Laura knew that was it for her. She was officially jobless and heartbroken.

She changed back into her casual clothes and left the restaurant reluctantly.

Her mind was messed up as different thoughts ran through it. She didn't even know whether to go home or to the hospital to check on George.

His cancer was surely eating him up. She was already owing the hospital, and his medication bills were the only thing she was able to clear.

Her phone rang from her pocket, disrupting her thoughts. Without checking the caller's ID, she brought the phone out and answered the call before placing it on her ear.

"Hello," she whispered.

"Hello, Miss Jacobs, this is Doctor Connor speaking," the caller said.

Her eyes widened as she regretted picking the call. She was trying to avoid any call from the hospital lately because of the bills.

"Ehm...Doc... Doctor... Connor. How may I help you?"Aurora stuttered.

"You have not been picking up my calls, but thank goodness you did today. George's condition has taken a turn for the worst, and we need to perform an urgent transplant. One of his organs is down," Doctor Connor informed.

"How much will it cost," Aurora asked, knowing fully well they'll ask for money.

"$7,000" Doctor Connor replied.

Her eyes instantly widened.

Where was she going to get that amount from, she bearly had $2,000 on her.

She quickly ended the call and shoved her phone back into her pocket.

This was it. She was finally hopeless. She couldn't watch George die, but on second thought, she couldn't do anything currently.

A thought suddenly crossed her mind, and she stared at the story building ahead of her.

"If I can't watch you die, I might as well die before you," she muttered, proceeding into the building.

She cried as she ran up the stairs leading to the rooftop. All the memories she had with George came playing back in her head in vivid flashes.

More tears fell from her eyes as she got to the rooftop.

The night breeze was cold as it blew by, pushing her hair forward, making it cover her face.

She quickly tucked her hair behind her ears, approaching the edge.

"I'm sorry, George," she mumbled, closing her eyes.

Just as was about to jump, a muscular hand encircled around her waist, pulling her back.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed as they both fell backward, with she landing on top of him.

📗👀 CHAPTER 2

"Miss, what were you trying to do?" The man that pulled her back asked.

She quickly got off him, realizing he was a roofing contractor.

"I'm sorry," She quickly mumbled.

"This is private property. Don't come trying to commit sucide here next time," the man scolded.

Aurora nodded as she quickly ran off.

What was she thinking, trying to kill herself. She didn't even bother saying goodbye to George. What if a miracle happened and George didn't die ?

All those thoughts ran through her mind when suddenly she remembered someone who could help.

Her mother's sister, Rose. Aunt Rose was cold-hearted and didn't give a damn about her and George. But, she still wanted to try her luck.

Firstly, she has to see George now that he is still breathing before anything else.

She got a taxi that quickly drove her to the hospital.

Immediately, she was done paying her cab fare. She took to her foot running into the hospital.

She didn't stop till she got in front of George's ward.

He looked really pale as he lay unconscious on the hospital's bed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pushed the door open and slowly made her way to the side of the bed.

"George," she whispered, taking hold of his hand.

"I'm sorry I can't currently help you," she cried.

"Please hold on a little longer, I'm going to Aunt Rose's place, I'm sure she's going to help. Please stay strong," Laura said before reluctantly letting go of his hand.

The door pushed open and the doctor walked in.

"You can see he's not doing well yourself," Doctor Connor said.

"Please, Doc, can you at least just go ahead with the transplant, I promise to bring the money soon, please," Aurora pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Anderson, but that's not how we work here. Get the money quickly, or I'm afraid you'll lose George," Doctor Connor replied.

Aurora sighed as she glanced at George, then back at Doctor Connor.

"I'll go get the money," she said.

And with that, she ran out of the ward with one place in mind.

THE SMITH'S MANSION

The mansion stood tall and grand, its white walls shining like a pearl in the sunlight. The roof was a deep, rich brown, with tiles that sparkled like diamonds.

A wide, sweeping driveway led up to the mansion's front doors, which were made of solid oak and adorned with shiny brass handles.

Inside, the mansion was just as impressive, with high ceilings, sparkling chandeliers, and walls lined with expensive artwork.

The floors were made of polished marble, and the rooms were filled with plush, comfortable furniture.

The mansion's backyard was just as beautiful, with a sparkling swimming pool, a tennis court, and a lush, green garden filled with colorful flowers and towering trees.

Rose was amongst the powerful and influential people in NY (New York). Her husband owned the fourth largest production companies, but even with the wealth and power they lacked one thing, and that was children.

Aurora arrived at the gates, but the securities were not letting her in.

"Please, I need to see Aunt Rose, please," she pleaded with one of the security guards.

"Mrs Smith isn't expecting a guest today. Therefore, I can't allow you in," the guard replied.

"Aunt Rose !" Aurora shouted, banging on the gate.

"Miss you're being noisy, we'll call the cops on you if you don't leave," the security guard threatened.

Aurora paid deaf ears to his threat as she kept on banging on the gates.

"Aunt Rose, please come out!" She shouted.

The security guard had enough as he grabbed her and was about pulling her away when an elegant voice interrupted.

"What's going on here," Rose asked from behind.

Aurora quickly turned to see Rose, looking more gorgeous than ever.

She exuded elegance and sophistication, with a refined beauty that commanded attention.

Her blonde hair was styled in an impeccable updo, adorned with intricate details that framed her face.

The hairstyle was reminiscent of classic British aristocracy, evoking a sense of timeless refinement.

Her slender fingers were clad in sleek, white gloves that added to her air of sophistication.

Around her neck, a luminous pearl necklace glimmered, complemented by matching pearl earrings that sparkled with understated luxury.

Her features were finely chiseled, with high cheekbones, a slender nose, and a determined jawline that spoke to her formidable business acumen.

Her eyes were bright and piercing, shining with intelligence and poise.

"Ma'am, she demanded to see you, but, since you weren't expecting any guest, I didn't let her in," the security guard replied.

Rose eyes narrowed as she zoomed in on Laura's face. It didn't take her long to realize who Laura was.

"Let her in," she said before walking away.

The security guard stared at Rose then at Laura before releasing his grip.

Laura instantly took to her heels following Rose.

Rose stopped walking when they got to the luxurious living room and turned to face Laura.

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice cold and detached.

"Please, Aunty, George..."

"No," Rose held up a finger.

"It's madam, point of correction," Rose said, taking a seat.

Laura's clenched her fist, trying her best not to snap.

"Madam, George health has gotten critical, and the hospital is asking for the sum of $7,000. They need it for a transplant. Please can you help me with the money. Consider us as your own just this once, please," Laura a said, falling on her knees.

"Hmm..." Rose hummed, with her evil smirk playing on her lips.

"You'll have to earn the money," she said.

"Anything, please." Laura said, her voice laced with desperation.

Rose was about to speak when Mr Smith came out with Scott Williams.

Laura's gaze darted to them, and as soon as she made eye contact with Scott, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Scott was extremely handsome. He had a strong face with sharp features that made him look very attractive.

His piercing blue eyes were cold and serious. His thick brown hair was styled perfectly, showing off his sharp jawline. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders that filled out his expensive-looking suit.

He looked like a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and his confident air was intimidating.

His eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she could swear she sensed a sinister intent under those piercing gazes.

She quickly looked away, returning her gaze to Rose.

"And that's my wife Rose," Mr Smith introduced.

Rose immediately ignored Laura as she stood up and approached Mr Smith and Scott.

Laura couldn't hear what they were saying as they started walking away.

She felt so devastated and hoped Rose wouldn't give her a complicated task.

She stared at them, unable to read their lips as they discussed. All of a sudden, Scott said something, and they all turned to her.

The look Rose gave her made her nervous.

Mr Smith continued walking away with Scott while Rose returned to where Laura was.

"The money," she started but paused.

"Are you willing to do anything for it ?" She asked.

"I told you before, I'll do anything," Laura replied.

"Marry Mr. Williams," Rose blurted out.

"Who ?" Laura raised a brow.

"The young man I was talking to earlier," Rose clarified.

"What?!" Her eyes widened.

📗👀 CHAPTER 3

There was no way she would think of marrying a total stranger.

"I don't have the money you asked for," Rose said.

"But aunty...i mean madam, you have way more than I asked for," Laura said, getting up.

"I can't just give you that amount, no way," Rose shook her head.

"He'll be the one giving you the money if you agree to marry him. But if you don't need the money, you might as well just leave my mansion," Rose said, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Laura called out.

She really wanted to save George, even if it meant risking her own freedom.

"I agree, but how long is the marriage ? Because I know $7,000 isn't worth my entire life," she asked.

"Six months," Rose turned to her with a smirk.

"You're doing this because you'll also gain from it, but I don't care. As long as George is safe, I'm fine with it," Laura said.

"Smart girl," Rose chuckled.

"I need the money now," Laura demanded.

"The hospital's bank details," Rose said, picking up her phone.

Laura showed it to her, and she made the transfer.

"Done," she showed Laura the transaction receipt on her phone.

Laura turned to leave, but Rose called her back.

"And where do you think you're going?" She asked.

"To the hospital. I need to see George," Laura replied.

"You're not allowed to leave this premises till you sign on our agreement. The papers will be brought in tomorrow morning. I'm sure George's treatment has commenced. Spend the night here." Rose said before walking away.

Laura sighed, feeling scared. She regretted agreeing so soon, but she was left with no choice.

A slight relief washed over her as the thought of George getting treated crossed her mind.

A maid soon walked over to her and led her to the room she would be spending the night in.

NEXT DAY, MORNING

Laura eyelids twitched as the ray of sunlight streaming through her window reflected on her face.

She turned to the other side and was confused by the unfamiliar softness she was lying on.

She quickly je**ed up and realized she was still at Rose's mansion. Memories of yesterday's event came playing back in her head, and fear gripped her.

A knock sounded on the door. She stared at the door, wondering who it was.

"Come in," she managed to say.

A maid walked in with a wedding dress, and her eyes widened.

They were joking, right? She just agreed yesterday, and the marriage was already set for today?

"What's the meaning of this?" She asked.

"Madam Rose requested I bring this dress to you. She strictly ordered me to get you prepared in 30 minutes. Your groom is waiting for you." The maid replied.

"Marry today? I thought I'll be giving a little time first," Laura said, getting off the bed.

Just then, Rose walked in.

"You said I'll sign papers not get married," Rose sneered.

Rose walked up to her and gave her a hard slap across the cheek.

"Is that how your useless mother brought you up? You saw your elder in the morning and forgot about greeting them," Rose scolded.

Laura balled her fist as a surge of adrenaline washed over her.

"Apologize now, or else I'll ask for a refund and see how you'll pay?" Rose threatened.

A tear rolled down Laura'scheek as she forced herself to apologize.

"I'm sorry," she muttered.

Rose smirked.

"Now get dressed." She said, exiting the room.

Laura sat at the edge of the bed, sobbing as she placed her palm on the spot Rose slapped her

"I'm so sorry, but you need to start getting ready," the maid said.

Laura nodded slowly, trying to compose herself. She went into the bathroom and did a quick shower.

The maid helped her into the wedding dress when she was done.

She couldn't help but feel like she was trapped in a nightmare. The dress was beautiful, but it felt like a prison.

As the maid finished styling her hair and applying makeup, Laura caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked like a completely different person, a person she didn't recognize.

The maid handed her a bouquet of flowers, and Aurora took a deep breath. She had to get through this. For George's sake.

With a heavy heart, she followed the maid out of the room and down the stairs, leading to the living room.

Rose was sitting legs cross, chatting with Mr Smith. She wondered what kind of wedding ceremony would be held.

"Finally," Rose smiled as she sighted Laura.

"God Job Naomi," Rose said to the maid as they got to where she sat.

Naomi bowed with a forced smile before walking away.

"It's a small ceremony. Let's get going," Rose said as if she read Laura's thought.

They made their way out of the mansion and to the driveway, where their ride was waiting.

They got in, and the driver ignited the engines and soon drove off.

****

* SCOTT'S MANSION*

The car drove into the mansion that looked like a paradise. It had huge walls that shone like gold in the sunlight. The roof was made of sparkling glass that reflected the colors of the rainbow.

A beautiful garden surrounded the mansion, filled with rare flowers and trees that smelled sweet. A clear blue pool glimmered in the center of the garden, surrounded by comfortable chairs and umbrellas.

A small crowd was gathered outside.

Laura sighted Scott, but he wasn't looking at their direction.

The driver put the car to a halt, and they all stepped down, making their way towards Scott and the few guests.

Scott immediately turned to them, and Laura's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Laura quickly looked away, her eyes scanning the small crowd, trying to avoid Scott's piercing gaze. Rose nudged her forward, and she reluctantly took a step closer to Scott.

The ceremony began, and Laura's mind went blank as the officiant spoke. She couldn't believe she was actually marrying a stranger.

As the officiant asked her to sign the marriage certificate, Laura's hands trembled. She tried to read the document, but Rose snatched it away.

"No time for that, dear," Rosee said with a sly smile.

"Just sign."

Laura hesitated, but Rose's grip on her arm tightened. She reluctantly signed the document.

Scott signed next, his eyes never leaving Laura's face. The officiant pronounced them husband and wife afterward.

Mr Smith left with Scott to discuss, and soon, the guests all left, including Mr Smith and Rose.

Laura stood like a lost puppy when a guard approached her with papers in hand.

"Master asked me to give this to you. He said it's the agreement you signed, and you should read the rules thoroughly," the guard said.

Laura nodded, collecting the papers from him.

She read through it, and her eyes widened.

She was not allowed to leave the mansion. She is to obey Scott's every rule. She is to come to Scott's room only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for them to have s*x.

"I didn't agree to this," she shook her head.

"Mr Williams is waiting for you inside," the guard said.

Her heart raced as she followed him into the mansion.

She was led to Scott's bedroom, and her heart raced even more as she stepped inside alone.

The bedroom was a lavish space that reflected its owner's wealth and power. The walls were a cold, dark gray, and the carpet was black and flawlessly clean.

A massive bed with four solid steel posts dominated the room. The bed was draped in expensive, black silk sheets. Two sleek, modern nightstands with silver lamps sat on either side of the bed.

A single leather armchair stood in the corner, facing a floor to ceiling window that offered a stunning view of the city skyline.

A chandelier made of sharp, crystal shards hung from the ceiling, casting a cold, unforgiving light over the room.

Scott stood at the center of the room, staring at Laura with his piercing green eyes.

"I...I.. didn't...ag...agree to have s*x with you," Laura stuttered.

Scott walked over to her and stopped an inch away. His frame towering over her.

She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his.

He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his.

"Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.

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🐉🔥Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega🔥🐉For three years, I played the perfect Luna to Cristian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pac...
14/07/2026

🐉🔥Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega🔥🐉

For three years, I played the perfect Luna to Cristian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, sacrificing my own life to maintain our political marriage.

That was until a fragile Omega named Angelena appeared, and he threw me away like garbage.

He gave her his private lounge, bought her lavish gifts, and looked at her with a tenderness I had never received.

At the city's biggest gala, he publicly humiliated me in front of all the elites.

"Take off your gown. Give it to Angelena."

He demanded I strip in public just because his mistress liked my dress. When he got a tiny papercut during a patrol, he let her fake a hysterical breakdown, completely dismissing my frantic rush to save him.

Later that night, he violently forced himself on me in a jealous rage, leaving my neck covered in dark claiming bruises.

But the moment Angelena called, crying over a minor accident, he abandoned me at the trauma scene to comfort her.

To make matters worse, my own father texted to disown me because my ruined marriage had just cost him a lucrative business contract.

I was his destined mate, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. I gave up my dignity for a pack and a family that only saw me as a disposable tool.

Staring at the furious texts on my phone, I didn't cry or beg. I just laughed.

I turned down a rival Alpha's offer of sanctuary, got into my car, and drove straight into the night. It was time to burn this cage to the ground.

📗👀CHAPTER 1

Christian Dixon walked into my clinic with his mistress in his arms.
Everyone knew who she was. Angelena. The Omega my husband had been hiding at a secret residence for months. The one he visited every night while I waited alone in our pack house.
The one he treated like his real mate—while I, his true wife, lived like a ghost in his shadow.
She whimpered against his chest. He looked at me like I was the enemy.
"Be gentle with her."
The whole hospital whispered how much our Alpha loved his girl.
No one knew I was his wife.
This year was the third year of our secret marriage.

Eleonore POV:
The door was thrown open just as I was halfway out of my scrub top. No knock. No warning. Only the sudden gust of cold night air and the scent of pine and an approaching storm.
She nestled into his chest, her pale hair spilling across his expensive suit, her doe-like eyes wet with tears. Her ankle was swollen. She whimpered and buried her face deeper into his shoulder.
He didn't even glance at me.
He simply looked down at the woman in his arms and murmured, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Then he raised his head, and those gray eyes swept over me, cold as a knife in the dead of winter.
"Check her. Now."
Not a request. A command.
Alpha's command weighed on my mind, like a hand gripping the back of my neck, forcing me to submit. I gritted my teeth and endured it.
Three years. Three years I had learned one thing—his orders could crush my bones, but they could never bend my spine.
I crouched down and touched her ankle.
She cried out "Ah!" and snuggled deeper into his arms. His hand immediately covered the back of her head, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Then the way he looked at me—
It was the look of an executioner.
"Could you be a little gentler?"
The nurse beside me, Chloe, tugged at my sleeve. Her eyes were red. The entire hospital knew how much Alpha Dixon doted on his mistress.
I said nothing.
He slammed the prescription on the table and turned to wash his hands. Even with the tap turned on full blast and the hot water scalding my fingertips until they turned red, I still felt cold.
It wasn't my hands that were cold.
It was my chest. Like something had bitten me there, leaving a wound that throbbed and went numb. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, a low growl of fury rising in my throat. I could smell it on her—the mark he had left on her, that possessive, claiming scent that screamed to the entire pack: She is his.
His. All his.
And me? His Luna. His legal wife. His true mate. I didn't even have a trace of his scent on me.
I turned off the tap and stared at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes. Chapped lips. My surgical gown stained with the blood of the patient I had just saved.
This was Luna of the Dixon Pack.
No one would believe it if I told them.
"You're hurting her," he said, ice in every syllable.
I didn't look up. "I'm doing my job."
What I wanted to say was: I've been on my feet for twelve hours. I just fought death and won. And you're standing there, asking me to be gentle with your mistress. Where's your conscience, Cristian?
But I said nothing. Because this was my marriage. Silent. Cold. A transaction that had given his pack stability and my family influence, and given me nothing but a title I never wanted.
I finished the examination and stood. "No fracture. No ligament damage. RICE protocol—rest, ice, compression, elevation. I'll write a prescription for anti-inflammatories."
"That's it?" Cristian demanded. "I want a full workup. X-rays. An MRI if necessary."
"There's no medical indication for—"
"I wasn't asking."
The Alpha command pressed against my mind, a weight I had learned to resist over three years of marriage. As his true mate, some instinct buried in my blood gave me a shield ordinary pack members didn't have—it couldn't force me, not completely. But it could still hurt, like a fist closing slowly around my will. I pushed back, and it retreated, leaving only a dull ache behind my eyes.
But before I could speak, Angelena let out a delicate cough.
"Alpha Dixon, please," she whispered, her hand finding his sleeve. "I don't want to cause trouble for the Luna."
The shift in address was masterful. From whatever intimate name she used in private to the formal title in public. Positioning herself as humble. Me as the villain.
Cristian's expression softened as he looked at her. When he turned back to me, it was stone.
"We're leaving," he announced. "We'll go to a human hospital. The doctors there are more responsible."
He lifted her—cradled her, really, as if she were made of glass—and walked out of my office without a backward glance.
The door clicked shut.
Silence.
I stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, confused by the bond that told it to follow him even as every waking thought screamed to let him go.
Chloe appeared in the doorway, her face a mask of sympathy I didn't want. "Dr. Sargent... are you—"
"I'm fine," I said. "I'm going home."
After she left, the only sound in the room was the low hum of the fluorescent lights. I peeled off my scrub top, folded it neatly, and placed it in the laundry bin. Then I grabbed my car keys, turned off the lights, and locked the door. Every movement was mechanical, as if my body knew what to do while my mind had drifted somewhere else entirely.
That was when his voice sliced into my mind, a cold, sharp blade cutting through the mate bond.
"We need to talk. Don't think this is over."
I froze. Whatever composure I'd managed to hold on to through the surgery, through his visit, through Angelena's performance, shattered in an instant. The pen in my hand, forgotten until now, snapped between my fingers. The sharp crack echoed the sound of something breaking inside me. White plastic dug into my palm, but I didn't feel a thing.

📗👀 CHAPTER 2

Eleonore POV:
The key turned in the lock. The door swung open.
He was there.
Sitting on my sofa in the dark, waiting like a predator in its den.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be.
He rose. The air in the room thickened with the weight of his Alpha presence, the scent of storm and fury wrapping around me.
"My grandmother called me tonight," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "She heard I brought Angelena into the pack's clinic. She heard the Elders are already asking questions about my conduct—about whether I'm fit to lead when I can't even keep my own house in order." His eyes narrowed on me. "Careful, Eleonore. If you think running to the Elders, or letting them draw their own conclusions, will win you any sympathy, you're wrong."
The accusation was so absurd, so far from what had actually happened, that I almost laughed out loud. I had spent the hours after he left doing exactly what I always did—finishing my rounds, saving a life, then dragging myself home. The Elders hadn't crossed my mind once.
"I didn't say a word to anyone," I said.
"Don't lie to me." He closed the distance step by step, each one deliberate, until my back hit the door. His hand came up to brace beside my head. "I know how this works. The Elders have never liked how much power my father handed the Sargents when he arranged this marriage. Give them one more reason, and they'll use you to weaken me."
"My family," I said, meeting his eyes without flinching, "has nothing to do with this."
"They have everything to do with this," he said. "This marriage was their price for a supply contract they couldn't survive without. You were the seal on that deal. And you've never let me forget it."
The words landed like blows. Because some part of them was true. Our marriage was a transaction. I was a commodity. But I was also his mate, bound by a bond neither of us had chosen, and he had spent three years punishing me for it.
His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes were storm-dark, unreadable.
"You're my wife," he said. "My Luna. Remember your place."
Then his mouth was on mine.
A guttural snarl ripped from his throat. He didn't answer with words. He answered by crushing his mouth to mine.
It wasn't a kiss. It was a punishment. A brutal claiming. His lips were hard and unforgiving, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, demanding entry. I struggled, my hands pushing against his unmovable chest—but it was like pushing against a granite cliff. He was an Alpha. I was nothing.
My struggles only seemed to fuel his rage. His wolf was roaring, demanding submission, demanding that I be marked and reclaimed. He wanted to erase any trace of my defiance, to cover me in his scent until I reeked of nothing but him.
He ripped me from the wall, his arm a steel band around my waist, and dragged me toward the bedroom. The world was a blur of darkness and his overwhelming presence.
It was a storm. A loveless, violent collision of bodies driven by nothing but raw, possessive instinct. There was no tenderness, only the desperate need of his wolf to brand what was his.
When it was over, he pulled away instantly. The fire in his eyes was gone, replaced by the familiar, chilling cold. He stood and straightened his clothes, which were barely even rumpled. He was completely unmoved.
"Remember your place, Eleonore," he said, his voice flat. "And stop causing me trouble."
Then he was gone, leaving me alone in the dark.
I stood there for a long time, the ghost of his touch still on my skin, his words echoing in my ears.
She's not like you.
Three years. Three years of silence and coldness and these sudden, brutal visitations. Three years of being invisible in my own marriage.
I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. A woman with tired eyes, a swollen mouth, and the dark beginnings of bruises on her neck.
His wife. His Luna.
I didn't recognize her anymore.
I didn't stand in front of that mirror for long.
Staying meant staring at the stranger in the glass. I came out of the bathroom without turning on the lights, and lay down on the stiff designer sofa. Closing my eyes, his voice echoed again in the dark.
She's not like you.
That word, like "pathetic" from the clinic, was a brand.
Hours later, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Laura Hayes.
"Ellie! You will not believe the night I am having. You have to get out of that apartment and meet me. Now."
"I can't, Laura," I mumbled, my voice hoarse.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. The Onyx Den. Twenty minutes. Don't make me come drag you out myself."
She hung up. Not giving me the chance to refuse again.
As much as I wanted to refuse, the thought of being alone in this apartment, in this bed that reeked of him, was even more unbearable. Moving like an automaton, I dragged myself into the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was the same stranger from hours ago: tired eyes, fresh bruises on my neck.
I threw on a black dress. The highest neckline I owned.
Drove downtown.
The Onyx Den was a high-end private club, all dark wood, plush velvet, and dim, forgiving light. The thumping bass of the music was a welcome distraction, a physical vibration that drowned out the noise in my head.
Laura was already there, waving me over from a booth filled with laughing people. I forced a smile and made my way to the bar first. I needed a drink. A strong one.
As I turned from the bar, a glass of whiskey in my hand, a flash of movement from the VIP lounge on the second floor caught my eye.
It was Angelena.
She was walking out of a private room—a room I knew belonged exclusively to Cristian. She didn't look pale or weak at all. Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy, satisfied glow. She was laughing with another Omega, her voice light and carefree.
My wolf hearing caught their words as clearly as if they were spoken right beside me.
"You're amazing, Angie," her friend said, her voice dripping with envy. "Getting into Alpha Dixon's private lounge? He never lets anyone in there."
Angelena giggled, a sweet, triumphant sound.
Then, as if remembering her role, she pressed a hand to her forehead, a delicate frown creasing her face.
"I still feel a little weak," she said, her voice dropping to a softer, more fragile tone. "Cristian told me I should go home and rest."
Her eyes scanned the crowd below and landed directly on me.
She froze for a fraction of a second. Then, the mask of the innocent victim snapped perfectly back into place. She gave me a small, hesitant nod—a silent greeting from the victor to the vanquished.
Then, clutching the railing as if for support, she began her slow, "feeble" descent down the stairs and out of my sight.
I stood rooted to the spot, the whiskey glass cold in my hand. The ice cubes clinked together, the only sound in my suddenly silent world.
I don't remember leaving the Onyx Den. Laura was still shouting something over the music—something about another drink, about not letting him win—but her voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. I nodded. I may have even smiled. I don't know. I walked out into the cold night air and got in my car.
The drive home was a blur. City lights smeared across the windshield in long, colorless streaks. I didn't turn on the radio. I didn't think about anything. My hands gripped the steering wheel at ten and two, the way they'd been trained to grip a scalpel—steady, precise, empty.
I parked in my usual spot. Walked up the stairs. Unlocked the door. The apartment smelled like him—pine and storm and something darker underneath. I didn't change. I didn't shower. I just kicked off my shoes, pulled the black dress over my head, and fell face-first onto the mattress.
The sheets were still cold. I curled into a ball, my knees drawn up, my arms wrapped around myself—the same position I'd held on the cot at the hospital, the same position I'd held on this bed a hundred nights before. The ceiling above me was dark and featureless. I stared at it until my eyes burned, until the last trace of whiskey warmth faded from my blood, until the silence became so loud it had a texture, a weight, pressing down on my chest like a hand.
I didn't cry. I didn't think. I just lay there, a hollow thing in a hollow room, and waited for sleep to take me whether it wanted to or not.
It did. Eventually.

📗👀 CHAPTER 3

Eleonore POV:
I woke to the jarring buzz of my phone on the nightstand. The morning light filtering through the blinds felt like an assault. My body ached, and the phantom scent of Cristian's storm-like rage still clung to the sheets, making my stomach turn.
I fumbled for the phone. It was a message from Jodi Pollard, my best friend and a brilliant fashion designer.
I opened it. It was a picture, clearly taken on the sly. Cristian. He was standing in a ridiculously expensive home goods store, the kind that sells five-hundred-dollar candles. A sales associate was holding up a plush cashmere blanket for his inspection. His expression was focused, intense. It was a look of concentration I'd only ever seen him use when analyzing pack financials.
Jodi's text followed immediately. "Isn't he thoughtful? Picking out gifts for his little Omega personally. I heard Angelena loves this brand."
I stared at the photo, at the tender focus on his face as he considered the soft fabric. He had never looked at me like that. Not once in three years.
As if summoned by the thought, his voice sliced into my mind, cold and impatient.
"Some of my grandfather's old files are in the manor study. Get them. I need them at my office by the end of the day."
A wave of nausea washed over me. I wanted to scream, to tell him to get them himself.
He must have sensed my hesitation. A flicker of pressure, the barest edge of an Alpha's command, pressed against my mind. "And stay away from Angelena. She hasn't recovered yet. Don't bother her."
The hypocrisy was so staggering it was almost funny. The warning, after what I'd seen last night, after the picture on my phone, was the final insult. It ignited a cold, hard rage deep inside me.
"Understood," I sent back, my mental voice clipped and sharp, and then I slammed the connection shut.
I drove to the Dixon manor, a place I avoided like the plague. It was his family's ancestral home, a sprawling stone monument to Dixon power. I was its Luna, but I felt like a trespasser every time I set foot inside.
The study was dark and smelled of dust and old paper. I found the box of files tucked away in a corner, just as he'd said. I clutched it to my chest and walked out without looking back.
But I didn't go to his office. Not yet.
I went back to my apartment. I needed armor.
I stood under the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing my skin raw, trying to wash away the scent of him, the feel of him. I dressed carefully, choosing a pair of tailored black trousers and a sharp, silk blouse. It was my doctor's uniform, but today it felt like a suit of armor.
It was late afternoon when I finally pulled up to the gleaming glass tower of Dixon Industries.
This was the first time I had ever come here. In three years of marriage, Cristian had kept his two worlds—pack and business—strictly separate. I had never been invited into this one, never introduced to his staff, never so much as photographed beside him at a company function. To the people who worked in this building, I wasn't the Luna. I was a stranger in expensive clothes standing in their lobby.
But the receptionist, a young woman with sharp makeup and a name tag that read 'Ashley White,' looked me up and down with open disdain.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her tone implying I was something she'd scraped off her shoe.
"I have a delivery for Cristian Dixon," I said, my voice flat.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.
"No."
"Then I'm afraid you can't go up. The Alpha is in a meeting." She dismissed me with a wave of her hand, already turning her attention back to her computer screen.
The blatant disrespect was galling. I could have pulled rank. I could have announced myself as the Luna and watched her grovel. But I didn't want the scene. I didn't want the attention.
I placed the heavy box on the marble countertop. "Just tell him Eleonore Sargent was here."
The name gave her pause. Her eyes widened slightly as the connection clicked in her brain. Sargent. The Luna's family name. Her face began to pale.
Just then, the elevator doors slid open and Cristian's Beta, his second-in-command, rushed out. He saw me and immediately stopped, bowing his head in a gesture of deep respect.
"Luna," he said, his voice filled with surprise. "We weren't expecting you. The Alpha is waiting."
Ashley White's face went from pale to chalk white. I could feel her mortification from across the lobby.
I didn't spare her another glance. I picked up the box and walked past her toward the private elevator, the Beta holding the door for me.
The ride to the top floor was silent. When the doors opened, I stepped into a corridor of hushed gray carpet and glass walls. The only sound was the click of my heels.
Cristian's office was at the end of the hall, the large oak doors slightly ajar. As I approached, I heard it.
A soft, feminine sob.
My steps faltered. A cold dread, heavy and familiar, coiled in my gut. Against my better judgment, I paused, listening.
I heard Cristian's voice, low and soothing. "It's okay. Don't cry. I'm not blaming you."
I took a deep breath, the air burning in my lungs. No more hesitation. No more hiding.
I pushed the door open.
The scene inside made the blood in my veins turn to ice.
Cristian was behind his massive mahogany desk. And perched on the polished edge of it was Angelena. She was leaning forward, one hand resting on his shoulder, the other dabbing at her tear-streaked face with a tissue he had obviously given her.
Her body was angled toward him, her legs nearly touching his. From where I stood, the angle was devastating. It looked like he was holding her, sheltering her between his body and the desk. It was intimate. It was proprietary. And it was happening in his office, the very heart of his power.
They both looked up as I entered, their private little moment shattered.
My world shattered with it.

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