Contract Over: I Rejected My Alpha Husband First
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When her father fled with his mistress, leaving crushing debts behind, Freya Gilbert had nowhere to turn. Crashing Alpha Jonas's welcome ceremony in desperation, she never expected to find her fated mate there. But it wasn't gentle Jonas who made her wolf howl "mate." It was the dangerous, devastatingly powerful Niklaus Lockwood.
One scorching night of passion sealed her fate.
Niklaus already had his perfect chosen mate, the elegant Rebekah. Unwilling to abandon his plans, he offered Freya a cold business deal: be his contract Luna for three years, play the perfect wife in public, and he'd clear her debts. When their arrangement expired, she'd accept his rejection and disappear quietly.
Freya thought she could survive a loveless marriage. She was wrong.
Three years later, she's fallen hopelessly for the Alpha who sees her as nothing more than a gold-digging Omega. On their anniversary night, the very day their contract expires, Niklaus chooses Rebekah.
The message couldn't be clearer.
But when Freya files for divorce and moves out first, Niklaus's carefully controlled world shatters. The mate bond he's suppressed for years, and he never expected his obedient, compliant wife to actually leave him.
"I, Freya Gilbert, reject you, Niklaus Lockwood."
The words that should have set them both free only ignite a fire that threatens to consume them both.
Can a love born from a business contract survive the flames of pride and betrayal? Or will the most powerful Alpha in the territory lose his true mate because he was too blind to see what was right in front of him?
When the contract ends, the real battle for love begins.
Contract Over: I Rejected My Alpha Husband First Chapter 1
Author's pov
The grand hall of The Frostwood Pack House gleamed with brilliant lights as pack members and invited Alphas from other territories gathered for Alpha Jonas's welcome ceremony. After four years at the prestigious Alpha Academy, the entire pack eagerly anticipated their Alpha's return.
Freya Gilbert stood in line at the entrance, nervously adjusting her red dress, her palm unconsciously pressing against the stain on the side of the dress. It was her only decent dress; she had no other options.
She watched guests ahead of her enter effortlessly while her anxiety mounted, afraid they wouldn't let her in. As her turn approached, her palms grew sweaty, her heart raced, and panic surged through her.
"Freya, calm down," her wolf, Vicki, warned in her mind. "The more nervous you are, the more likely you'll mess things up."
Freya knew she should remain composed, but it felt impossible.
Tonight was her last chance.
A month ago, returning home from art school, she had discovered several vehicles parked outside, with strangers bustling around her front door.
"I'm sorry, Miss Gilbert, this house will be repossessed and auctioned," one of them informed her.
"What? There must be some mistake!" Freya was frantic as she watched the workers post the auction notices. "My father is just away on a business trip. He'll be back soon to take care of this."
The court officer gave her a pitying shake of his head, handing her a property seizure notice. "Mr. Gilbert emptied all accounts and fled with the money. We've notified the police. According to investigations, he left with your stepmother and sister."
In that moment, Freya's world collapsed entirely. She stared at the document in disbelief, each word piercing her heart like a dagger.
Gut-wrenching agony twisted within her. For the first time in her twenty-two years, she realized how utterly alone she was in this world. Her father had chosen her stepmother and half-sister, discarding her like garbage. All he left her were mountains of debt and a house about to be seized.
"Miss, you have 30 days to vacate. However, if you can clear all debts during this period..."
"How much?" The words tasted bitter on her tongue.
"Including principal, interest, penalties, and court fees, the total is $2.8 million."
Freya's stomach churned and she nearly lost her balance hearing that figure, the room spinning as if she might faint.
$2.8 million! It was astronomical to her. But she knew she had to keep this house.
As a senior art student yet to graduate, she couldn't even complete job applications without a permanent address. And as an Omega in the pack, good jobs were basically impossible to get.
Now only three days remained until the deadline. Alpha Jonas's return was her only hope. They had grown up together, and when she was downgraded to Omega because she was too weak, Jonas was the only one who still cared about her. Perhaps, just perhaps, he might be willing to help.
"Take a deep breath, Freya," Vicki gently guided her in her mind, pulling her back from painful memories.
It was her turn next. Freya lifted her dress, preparing to enter the hall.
"Excuse me, miss." A burly security guard blocked her path, looking her over with contempt. "This event is restricted to pack members and invited guests only."
"I am a pack member," Freya lifted her chin. "My name is Freya Gilbert."
"Oh, Beta Matt's daughter, the downgraded one." He sneered. "Sorry, but Omegas can't come to high-class events like this. So. Fuck. Off."
Freya felt blood pound in her temples, humiliation and desperation mingling within her. "I have to get in! I have to talk to Alpha Jonas!"
"Talk to him?" The guard scoffed. "What's an Omega got to say that matters? Everyone knows your father ran off with debts. Trying to latch onto our Alpha now? Fat chance."
Passing pack members began whispering and pointing.
Freya heard their cutting remarks,
"That's her, Beta Matt's pathetic daughter..."
"I heard she's actually homeless now..."
"Karma's a bitch, isn't it? Especially with a dad who screwed everyone over..."
The humiliation stung, her dignity trampled in public, but she couldn't afford to care.
"Please, I'm begging you!" Freya's voice broke. "Alpha Jonas knows me--we grew up together! He'll see me. This is urgent!"
The guard, irritated, pushed her away. She lost her balance and fell to the floor, scraping her hand on the ground. Sharp pain shot through her palm. "Don't disturb the other guests. I told you to fuck off!"
Freya huddled on the cold floor as impatient guests streamed past her. Some cruelly stepped on her red dress, leaving muddy footprints on it. They looked down their noses at her as if she were nothing but an eyesore.
She had only three days left.
If she couldn't even see Jonas, she truly had nowhere else to turn. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely. Choking on a sob, she scrambled to her feet, trying to force her way inside.
"Enough of this shit," the guard growled, roughly grabbing her arm and trying to drag her away.
Just then, a staff member in formal attire hurried over, hissing at the guard, "Alpha Jonas is about to make his entrance! What the hell is going on here? Get this mess out of sight--now!"
Hearing Jonas's name, Freya realized it was now or never. She wrenched herself free from the guard's grip and rushed toward the banquet hall. "Jonas! I have to see him!"
"You crazy bitch!" The guard and the staff pounced on her, their hands clamping down on her arms like iron vices. "Are you trying to ruin the Alpha's welcome ceremony?!"
Freya thrashed wildly, her red dress ripping apart with a harsh tearing sound. Then, through all the chaos, a scent hit her. Rich. Intoxicating. Overwhelming. Sandalwood and pine flooded her senses.
Her breath hitched. Her heart hammered against her ribs, pulse thundering in her ears, while Vicki surged within her, restless and wired.
Inside the banquet hall, Alpha Jonas walked gracefully away from a group of admirers. He looked like the epitome of a perfect Alpha--his black hair perfectly styled, his gray suit tailored. Those warm brown eyes and gentle smile reminded Freya of simpler times, when she was still a cherished daughter protected by her Beta family.
"Welcome our Alpha!" Enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd.
Every unmated female in the room was under his spell, and Freya was no different. Throughout her life, Jonas had been more than just a childhood friend; he embodied all her teenage dreams and fantasies.
Suddenly, Vicki let out a deafening howl. "Mate!"
Freya's eyes snapped wide, staring at Jonas. What the hell? No way. Could it really be him?
Pure, desperate joy exploded in her chest. If Jonas was truly her fated mate, she was saved! He would never reject her! She'd be protected as an Alpha's mate. Those crushing debts? Gone. The threats, the humiliation, the fear--all of it would vanish like a bad dream.
And the best part? She'd always been in love with him!
But as Jonas moved through the crowd, that intoxicating scent didn't get stronger. It didn't follow his movements. Confused, Freya looked around.
"Good evening, everyone," Jonas's commanding voice carried throughout the room. "Thank you all for such a grand welcome ceremony."
That's when Freya spotted him--another man near the side entrance, and her world instantly tilted on its axis.
He was a towering, imposing Alpha in a bespoke black suit, with tawny hair and cold, piercing eyes. He was devastatingly handsome but looked lethal. He gave off a dangerous, oppressive aura that made people bow their heads in fear. On his arm was an elegant brunette woman; together they looked like models from a fashion spread.
When this unknown Alpha's gaze locked onto hers, he dropped his companion's hand without a second thought and walked straight toward Freya.
Each step made that scent grow more intense, nearly suffocating her.
"Alpha, the party's already started," a guard tried to block his path, his voice trembling.
The Alpha didn't even glance at him, stopping right in front of Freya.
Paralyzed by fear, the guards who had been pinning Freya down instantly released their grip, scrambling backward to get away from the crushing Alpha aura rolling off him.
Up close, Freya could see his sharp jawline and the possessive look in his blue eyes.
Freya felt her knees buckle under the weight of his stare.
She dropped to her knees. She raised her head and looked up at him.
Not Jonas. This stranger. This powerful, terrifying man was her fated mate.
She couldn't stop herself from whispering the word in front of everyone.
"Mate."
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8.4
Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice.
Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer.
The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury.
Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."
7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
8.0
BLURB
She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
9.6
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
