Contract Over: I Rejected My Alpha Husband First
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.
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Chapter 3
The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor. Without waiting for her answer, Niklaus draped his jacket over her shivering shoulders. He swept her into his arms and strode down the hallway to his suite.
The door clicked shut, and he pinned her against it. His mouth crushed onto hers. The kiss was deeper now, more desperate, as if he needed to devour her.
His kisses trailed from her mouth to her neck; each one was hotter than the last. Their clothes were stripped away, scattered across the floor.
They stood naked together. Freya gazed at his strong arms and sculpted abs; her eyes darting away immediately. She was nervous; she had never been with a man before..
"Is this your first time?" Niklaus asked, noticing her innocence.
Freya couldn't look up; she just gave a shaky nod.
Niklaus gave a small smile. His movements were still urgent, but they weren't frantic anymore; he became more careful with her.
He swept her up and carried her to the bed, lowering her onto the soft sheets before kneeling between her legs. Freya's eyes widened in shock as she realized his intentions.
"Niklaus... wait," she whispered, trying to close her legs, but his strong hands gently held them apart.
"Let me taste you," he growled, almost animalistic.
Before she could protest again, he buried his face between her legs. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of heat through her entire body. Freya cried out; her back arched off the bed as her fingers tangled in his thick hair. She couldn't decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.
He was relentless; his tongue kept circling and stroking her until she was writhing beneath him. She had never felt anything like this before; the feeling was too much, far more intense than she ever imagined. Every lick and suck pushed her higher, building a heavy pressure deep in her core.
"Oh Goddess," she moaned, her hips bucked against his mouth as she fought for air. "Niklaus, please, I can't take any more."
He licked her even more urgently now, his tongue moving faster as he pushed her closer to the edge. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her. When he sucked on her clit while sliding a finger deep inside her, Freya shattered.
The climax washed over her, and her body jerked as she screamed his name. Her vision went dark; she couldn't think, she could only feel the blinding heat rushing through her veins. She shook uncontrollably while he kept teasing her, pulling every last bit of pleasure from her body.
When the heat finally started to fade, Freya felt him move up her body. His hard cock pressed against her opening; she opened her eyes, dazed and breathless. She waited for him to take her completely.
But suddenly, he stopped.
Freya blinked, her mind still foggy. Niklaus hovered above her, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. The red glow in his eyes faded; the sharp, icy blue was coming back. He looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he was doing.
He stared at her, finally conscious of where they were. The wolf had retreated, leaving the man in control again. He looked torn; it was clear he still wanted her, but he was trying to hold himself back.
Freya felt empty and incomplete. The bond was like a physical ache, demanding more. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.
She pressed her lips against his. Niklaus froze; his muscles tensed under her touch. Then, slowly, he began to kiss her back.
This kiss felt different. It wasn't a wild mess of hunger anymore; it was slow and focused. Niklaus licked her bottom lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth, teasing her with every stroke. This was Niklaus who knew exactly how to drive a woman crazy.
As he kissed her, his hand moved up to cup her breast. He squeezed the soft flesh, his thumb rubbing over her hard nipple until she gasped. Freya, wanting to feel him too, hesitantly reached down between them; her fingers finally brushed against his thick, throbbing cock.
Her inexperience showed. She didn't know how to move, so she just held him, her hand trembling as she waited for him to lead the way.
Niklaus groaned into her mouth, his breath turning ragged instantly. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers; his blue eyes locked onto her green ones. Then, he covered her hand with his own. He began to move her hand, showing her how to stroke him. He guided her palm up and down his length, showing her exactly how much pressure he liked.
He grew even harder under her touch so that she could feel his pulse thumping against her fingers. He started to pant, making soft groans in his throat. Freya felt a rush of power; she loved knowing that she was the one making this powerful Alpha lose his control.
After a few minutes, he pulled her hand away and hovered above her again. He didn't push inside her yet; his muscles were shaking as he fought to hold himself back. He looked down at her; his eyes were a dark, stormy blue.
"Freya," he whispered her name, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me what you want."
Freya looked at the man above her. He was her fated mate, and it felt right to give her first time to him. She wanted to belong to him completely.
She blushed as she arched her back, opening her legs as wide as they would go. Her voice was small, but she was sure about this.
"I want you," she whispered. "I want you inside me."
Something in Niklaus's eyes snapped at her words. The last bit of his restraint vanished. He didn't wait another second. He positioned himself and pushed forward, entering her slowly but steadily.
The sharp sting of him breaking her maidenhead made Freya gasp; she dug her nails into his shoulders. He stopped instantly, letting her body get used to his size.
He kissed the tears from her eyes and whispered sweet, quiet things against her skin. "My brave girl. You're doing so well."
Her grip on his shoulders relaxed a little. The pain soon faded, replaced by an incredible feeling of being full. The mate bond hummed, making her feel like they finally belonged together. Once she relaxed, he started to move. He was slow at first, then he picked up the pace, hitting her deeper with every thrust.
"You're mine," Niklaus growled softly, his breath hot against her ear. "My mate."
The words sent a thrill through Freya's body. "Yes," she whispered back, clinging to him. "Only yours."
He groaned and pounded into her even harder. Every stroke made the pleasure climb; the bond between them was screaming with joy. Freya wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. She was new to this, but she tried her best to match his rhythm.
The room was filled with their moans and the sound of their bodies hitting together. Freya could only focus on him--the weight of him, and the way his eyes never left her face.
"Come for me again," he commanded. He reached down to rub her clit while he kept thrusting into her. "I want to feel you squeeze me."
His fingers and his heavy thrusts were too much. Freya broke again. This orgasm was even stronger than the first one; it felt like her whole body was on fire. She screamed his name as she clamped down around him, her muscles twitching in a long, hard release.
Her climax pushed him over the edge. Niklaus let out a deep, rough groan and pounded into her one last time; he buried his cock as deep as it would go while his whole body shook. Freya felt him pulse hot and heavy inside her; he was filling her.
He collapsed beside her afterward and pulled her to his chest. They stayed like that for a while; their breathing slowed down as the room went quiet. Niklaus ran his fingers down her back; he messed with her hair and stroked her skin while she lay against him.
Freya was exhausted. Niklaus carried her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her up. Then he brought her back to bed, pulling the covers over them both and wrapping his arms around her.
She felt herself falling asleep in his arms. Then she heard him whisper.
"What have you done to me, my little mate?"
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Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down.
Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own.
Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood.
He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender.
But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic.
Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances.
In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother's rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?
7.6
When Christine Woods collapses into a hospital bed from unbearable pain, her husband's response is colder than the IV dripping into her veins: "Stop pretending to be sick."
That same night, a single social media post shatters her marriage--Neil Caffery, intimate with the first love he once claimed was dead.
Three years of marriage. Three years of neglect, indifference, and quiet self-deception.
In that moment, Christine finally understands the truth: she was never a wife--only a substitute.
Not wanting to live as a substitute any longer, she divorced her husband.
After divorce, Christine started her new life, achieving success both in career and love.
Seeing her so radiant and successful, her scumbag husband beg her to come back.
"Hazel, I know I was wrong. Please come back."
However, before Christine could respond, the country's richest man kicked him and held Christine's waist, "Who are you? Stop pestering my wife!"
His voice was cold, his presence imposing.
Christine looked at him and snorted, "When did I agree to marry you?"
"Baby, are you still angry about last night? I promise, I will be gentle next time." The man said, looking at her playfully.
Christine hit his chest playfully, her face turning red.
9.1
Leo Vance builds things that last. Bridges. Buildings. A quiet, unspoken life with the woman he loves. What he has never been able to build is the courage to name what they are.
On the morning of his wedding to botanical illustrator Elara Ashford, Leo stands in a chapel in a suit he cannot bring himself to fully button, and realizes something that stops him cold - he has already been married to her. Not in any courtroom or ceremony, but in every moment that actually counted. The night she held his hand at his mother's funeral and said nothing, because nothing was the right thing to say. The years they ate ramen so he could chase a dream she believed in before he did. The night she stood in the doorway during their worst fight and looked him in the eye and refused to let him run.
He has said I do a thousand times in a thousand unspoken ways.
So why does saying it out loud feel like the beginning of the end?
What Leo doesn't know is that Elara has been sitting with her own impossible question for three weeks - ever since she found a note in his jacket pocket that made her wonder whether the man she is about to marry proposed because he chose her, or because someone told him he was about to lose her.
What neither of them knows is that the woman he was secretly engaged to four years ago just walked into the venue. His best man is in love with his bride. His estranged father is standing outside in a rented suit, unable to go in. And the wedding videographer has been filming everything - with two cameras.
By the time the officiant asks who gives this woman, nothing about this wedding will have gone according to the blueprint.
But then again, the most important things Leo has ever built never did.
Every Vow But One is a lux serialized romance about the terrifying distance between loving someone completely and choosing them on purpose and what it can cost when you finally close the gap.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
8.5
Kaelyn spent three years believing Andrew loved her completely, until one overheard conversation shattered everything.
He had never returned for her. He had come back to save another woman, even if it meant taking Kaelyn's heart.
Humiliated and done with loving alone, she agreed to marry Theodore, the blind yet powerful heir chosen by his grandfather.
After the wedding, no matter how many times she tried, she just couldn't get past his walls.
Then at a banquet, her desperate ex came begging. Before Kaelyn could react, Theodore drew her into his arms and murmured, "Giving up already? Try again. I'm ready to surrender."
8.8
She married the devil. Then she divorced him. Now she carries his child.
All Isabella Lorenzo wanted was to protect her family, and she thought marrying the ruthless and feared Luca Moretti... heir to the Moretti crime empire would be enough, but she was wrong. Instead of protection, her father was brutally executed and her heart left shattered in a million pieces.
Two years later, she has managed to move on from the past and rebuild her life in the shadows. Every feeling of emotion was buried in her past, but they soon reignite after a reckless night with a masked stranger... a stranger that happens to be Luca Moretti.
Now she's pregnant, and Luca will do anything to get her back.
But forgiveness is not something that exists in her heart anymore... will she be able to fully heal, or will her urge for revenge burn everything down?