The Wolf CEO's Contract Wife: He Went Crazy When She Left With His Baby

Cold fists slammed into Elara White's back, sending her crumpling to the icy floor. "Pay up! Today is the final day!" Three burly loan sharks circled her, spittle flying from their mouths. "Five million dollars! One cent less, and we'll sell you to the red-light district to work off the debt!" Elara bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Three days ago, she was the heiress to White Design Studio, the most prestigious fashion house in New York. Now, her parents were dead in a suspicious car crash, her stepmother and stepsister Lily had stolen everything, and her fiancé Lucas had run off with all the company's money—after taking out a $5 million loan in her name. "Please, just give me a few more days..." Her voice was hoarse from crying. She hadn't eaten in three days. The only necklace she owned, a gift from her mother, had already been stolen. "Days? We gave you a month!" The lead shark raised his hand to slap her across the face. But before his hand could connect, the apartment door slammed open. A man in a perfectly tailored black suit walked in, followed by two expressionless bodyguards. He was in his late twenties, with sharp, chiseled features and skin as pale as marble. His eyes were pure black, so deep they seemed to swallow all light. Just his presence dropped the temperature in the room by twenty degrees. The loan sharks fell silent instantly, their faces turning white with fear. "Mr. Aiden..." Aiden didn't look at them. His gaze fell on Elara, still curled on the floor. "Miss White. Mr. Black wants to see you." "Mr. Black?" Elara froze. Kane Black. The name was whispered in fear across the entire world. He was the CEO of Black Moon Corporation, a trillion-dollar empire that controlled everything from luxury fashion to pharmaceuticals. No one knew where he came from. Everyone knew that anyone who crossed him disappeared without a trace. She had never met him. Why would he want to see her? "Mr. Black will pay off all your debts," Aiden said flatly. "But he has one condition." Elara lifted her head, a flicker of hope in her eyes. Even if it was hell, she had no other choice. The top floor of Black Moon Tower. Elara stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the glittering New York skyline, her hands sweating. Footsteps sounded behind her. She turned, and her breath caught in her throat. Kane Black was even more terrifyingly handsome in person. He stood over six and a half feet tall, broad-shouldered and powerful. His black suit was custom-made, no tie, the top two buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a sliver of pale skin. His eyes were like two black holes, staring right through her. "Elara White." His voice was deep and gravelly, like stones grinding together, yet somehow magnetic. "The 22-year-old, graduated from Parsons School of Design. My parents died three months ago in a car accident. Inheritance stolen by her stepmother and stepsister. Fiancé Lucas Brown ran off with your company's money and left you with $5 million in debt." He recited her entire life story without a single mistake. Elara's body trembled slightly. "I will pay off all your debts," Kane said, stepping closer. He towered over her, casting her in a shadow. "I will help you get your mother's studio back. I will make Lucas and Lily pay for what they did to you." Elara's heart skipped a beat. "What do you want in return?" Kane's eyes raked over her face, as if examining a piece of property. "Marry me." His voice was completely emotionless, as if he was ordering coffee. "What?" Elara stared at him in disbelief. "One year contract marriage," he said. "After one year, we divorced. I will give you $100 million as compensation. During this year, you will play the role of Mrs. Black perfectly. You will not interfere in my personal affairs. And you will never, under any circumstances, fall in love with me." Elara looked into his cold, empty eyes. Why her? A man like him could have any woman in the world. Why would he marry a penniless, broken girl like her? But she had no choice. It was either this, or being sold into s*****y. "Okay," she said, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "I agree." A flicker of something passed through Kane's black eyes, so fast she almost missed it. "Good. Sign here." He handed her a contract that had already been prepared. Elara picked up the pen and signed her name without hesitation. Her life would never be the same again. That night, they had a simple wedding. No guests, no flowers, no vows. Just them and Aiden. Afterward, Kane took her to his private estate—Black Moon Castle, perched on top of a mountain outside New York, surrounded by dense forest. The castle was ancient and imposing, decorated entirely in black and gold. It felt more like a prison than a home. "Your room is the last one on the second floor," Kane said, his voice cold as ice. "Do not enter my room. Do not go to the basement. And never leave your room after 10 PM. Understood?" "Yes," Elara nodded. Kane turned and walked into his own room, slamming the door shut. Elara stood alone in the empty hallway, feeling a chill run down her spine. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into. She dragged herself to her room and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep instantly from exhaustion. Sometime later, she woke up to a strange sound. It was coming from downstairs. A low, guttural growl, like a wild animal in pain. Elara looked at the clock. 1:00 AM. She remembered Kane's warning: never leave your room after 10 PM. But the growls grew louder, more agonized. She couldn't help but worry. What if he was hurt? After a minute of hesitation, she slipped out of bed and quietly opened her door. The hallway was pitch black, except for a single dim light at the top of the stairs. She tiptoed down the stairs, following the sound. It was coming from the basement. The basement door was slightly ajar, and a faint golden light was seeping out from under it. The growls were so loud now they shook the walls. Elara's heart was pounding in her chest. She reached out and slowly pushed the door open. What she saw made her blood turn to ice. The basement was empty except for a huge iron cage in the center. Inside the cage, glowing with golden light, was a giant black wolf. Its fur was as black as midnight, its muscles rippling with power. Its eyes were the exact same shade of gold that Kane's eyes had been—just for a split second—when she had signed the contract. The wolf heard the door open and lifted its head. Its golden eyes locked onto Elara. Elara froze, too scared to move. The wolf let out a pained howl and began to convulse violently. And then, right in front of her eyes, it started to change. The black fur receded. The muscles shrank. The bones cracked and rearranged themselves. Seconds later, the wolf was gone. In its place was Kane Black, completely naked, leaning against the bars of the cage, covered in sweat. His eyes were still golden, burning with pain and bloodlust. He pushed himself to his feet and walked towards her, his bare feet making no sound on the stone floor. The surrounding air crackled with raw, animal power. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her throat. His grip was like iron. "I told you not to come to the basement," he growled, his voice no longer human. "I—I'm sorry," Elara gasped, struggling to breathe. "I heard you screaming. I was worried about you." Kane's hand froze. He stared into her tearful eyes, and the golden glow in his own eyes dimmed slightly. He released her throat, and she collapsed to the floor, coughing. "Forget everything you saw," he said, turning his back on her. "And stay away from me." "Or next time, I will eat you." The basement door slammed shut in her face. Elara sat on the cold stone floor, trembling uncontrollably. She had married a werewolf.