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The Alpha Prince's Lover

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Casey signed a five-year contract to reform Alpha Shia and swore she’d keep her heart out of the deal. But five years of late-night scrapes, whispered promises, and blood-sticky devotion changed everything. When Shia names another as his mate and walks away, Casey thinks the pain will end — until Alpha Shawn claims her as his. Caught between a shattered past and a dangerous future, Casey must decide who she is willing to be — and who she will love.

The Alpha Prince's Lover Chapter 1

Casey

I waited at the restaurant in my best dress, holding on to the promise of a romantic night celebrating five years of our bond.

Shia had promised he would come—but one phone call shattered everything.

“Shia’s fighting Chris. He’s losing control. You have to come, Casey.”

Five years ago, I was just a human girl with a mission: twenty million dollars to tame Alpha Shia, the infamous bad boy every wolf feared.

It was supposed to be a deal. Nothing more.

But my heart betrayed me. I fell in love with him.

And that night, as his body lay battered and bleeding, the name he whispered wasn’t mine.

It was Bella. A fragile omega who had suddenly become his whole world.

Still, I carried him to the hospital, signing the consent forms when Bella stepped back in fear.

Once again, I was the one holding everything together.

But no one knew—my heart wasn’t just breaking because of love.

The doctor had just told me I only had a year left to live. Leukemia.

And I kept it to myself. Even from Shia.

I remembered every promise he made—giving up street fights, walking away from drag races, swearing to the Moon Goddess he’d changed, all for me.

I believed him. I believed us.

Until the call came from Alpha Shawn. “The deal is over. You’re free now, Casey.”

That’s when it hit me—Shia didn’t love me anymore, and my mission was finished.

I was free. Free to live the little time I had left.

But freedom wasn’t as simple as I thought.

Not when it came from Alpha Shawn.

**

Shia lay sprawled half-naked on the concrete, his body battered, while Bella clung to him, crying softly.

“Alpha Shia, you don’t have to do this for me. He’s not worth it. It’s my fault—I was the one who broke his car mirror.”

“No,” Shia rasped, lifting his bruised face with effort. “I’ll prove you’re not some cheap omega like that bastard said. You’re mine, Bella. And he needs to stay the hell away from you.”

I rushed toward him, my chest tight, tears burning at the corners of my eyes.

Seeing him like this—bloody, reckless, fighting over another girl—shattered me.

My heart split in two. But I forced myself to hold it together, pretending it didn’t hurt.

A part of me still saw him as a werewolf worth saving. I shoved Bella’s frail frame aside and slid his arm over my shoulder, hauling him up.

“Casey, thank the Goddess you came,” he murmured.

I didn’t know if it was desperation or my humanity talking, but I was there.

“You can drive, right?” I snapped at Bella. “We need to get him to the pack hospital. Crying won’t stop his bleeding.”

Bella drove my car while I pressed down on the wound across Shia’s chest, fighting to keep him alive.

At the hospital, the pack doctor said Shia needed the Moon Flask serum to heal—fast. He couldn’t inject it without someone taking responsibility.

His eyes flicked between us. But Bella stepped back, avoiding his gaze.

So once again, it was me—the one who always carried Shia’s burdens. I grabbed the consent form and signed it without hesitation.

“This stays between us, Doctor. I’ll take full responsibility for Alpha Shia.”

The doctor nodded. He understood. Anyone would.

And in that sterile room, I remembered a different night.

Shia, blood dripping from his temple after crawling out of a wrecked car from a street race gone wrong.

He had grabbed my hand and sworn: “Return my feelings, and I’ll leave this life behind. For you. For us.”

I was moved. He swore it would be his last illegal race.

Slowly, he did change.

When I stood by him at the California police station after Chris planted cocaine in his car, Shia swore by the Moon Goddess that he hadn’t touched drugs again.

His urine test came back negative. My heart believed him.

Maybe Alpha Shia really had changed—because of me.

That first year of our bond nearly broke me.

I almost gave up, because pulling someone out of the darkness isn’t easy. But somehow, we made it through.

Even Alpha Shawn, his older brother and heir of the Fall Fang Pack, had acknowledged it. He paid me half of our deal.

“I can see his progress, Casey. Well done.”

But now, everything was crashing down again—with one ring of my phone.

“You don’t need to take responsibility for Shia anymore, Casey,” Shawn’s voice said calmly. “The contract ended three hours ago. Exactly five years.”

“Then… does that mean I’ll get my full payment, Alpha?” I asked quietly.

“Yes. Come to my office the day after tomorrow.”

This was the moment I had never wanted to face. But I had no choice.

My heart had already fallen too deep, and yet I had to end it.

It felt heavy. Painful. But crystal clear.

I almost lost. And the deal was over.

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Ch. 4
Ch. 5
Ch. 6
Ch. 7
Ch. 8
Ch. 9
Ch. 10

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