MY CONTRACT WITH THE SUPREME ALPHA

Chapter 01

“Get Alpha pregnant, then kill him” — that's what they ordered.

The third glass of wine burned my throat, like summer in another year in a hotel room. Although the drink was the perfect symbol for vampires, werewolves also considered it precious. It would be comical if it were possible to get drunk.

When we got tired of drinking and felt nothing, we had our trick. Certain herbs could give us a certain ecstasy, and then the similar sensation of being drunk. For werewolves who had once been human, it was like being alive, but for those like me, pure-bloods, who had never experienced such a sensation, it was just a momentary novelty, meaningless. I usually started with the third cup.

“I noticed that you might need some help, miss,” a man approached, taking the cup from my hands as if it were an invitation. I was too busy looking for my prey to look at him before answering.

“I'm just getting started,” I replied, taking the cup roughly. I was so focused on other things that I didn't even notice if his scent was human or supernatural. When you live between the two realities, you have to be careful what you say and who you say it to.

“Am I disturbing you, Anna?” the man said, insisting on the subject and my annoyance. “I don't remember seeing you enjoying wine like this at other parties,” he said, drawing my attention.

“So, to whom do I owe the honor?” I finally asked, turning towards him. A quick, enlightening shock ran through my body. It was him. “Alpha Kain,” I said, almost stuttering. “I didn't know it was you.”

“Arvel,” he said. It's a party, no formalities. Here and now, I'm not Alpha Kain, at least not to you. " He drew my attention, touching my face as if we were intimate in some way. “Anna Avilla, Alpha Avilla's youngest daughter,” Arvel commented, exposing the red hues of his brown eyes. He was noticeably taller than me, which was to be expected from an Alpha like him.

“You seem to know a lot about me, Arvel,” I said, using a sarcastic intonation. “However, this hall is full of other women, so I suggest you go and conquer another territory,” I said, finally taking a sip of the already herbal wine.

He laughed as he watched me finish my sip of wine. “You know it's bad for you, don't you?” he asked, staring at the drink, but this time without trying to take it away from me. ”My advice? Throw the rest away.”

“What are you, the werewolf kingdom's nutritionist? Leave me alone,” I laughed, taking another deliberate sip. “Don't think that because I'm in your territory, I'm your possession. I'm under no obligation to submit to your interests.”

“That's not what your sister thought when she married my cousin and took the name Kain as her own,” he said, teasing me. Attacking my family's past. Fulfilling my purpose seemed so easy at that moment.

“What did you say?” I asked angrily, already shaking. He could show off with the red of his eyes, but I knew how to use the gold of mine very well. Talking about my sister was a huge provocation. Arvel laughed teasingly, discreetly insulting me. The tension and anger in my blood rose. In a matter of seconds, I could hear the cup shatter in my hands, bringing all its illustrious contents to the floor. All eyes were now on me and the little “accident.”

In a swift gesture, Arvel removed his ridiculous blue tie and tied it around my bloodied hand while leading me into another room. In the eyes of the other werewolves present, it was just a distraction, but for humans, it would be strange to see a cut that deep heal in minutes. The more pure blood a werewolf had, the higher their healing rate. Being the daughter of Alpha Avilla was a huge advantage. I was surprised at how quickly Arvel had done all this as if he knew exactly how long it would take me to heal.

“What do you think you're doing?” I asked as soon as we reached the other room. ‘What does that mean?’ I questioned him as I ripped off the freshly crumpled tie on the floor while showing off my completely healed hand.

“Well, now you're not drinking anymore, Anna,” Arvel commented, victorious over his plan. When I was told that he was someone cold and calculating, perhaps I should have taken it more seriously, although I would have liked to add the term “sociopath” to the package.

The Alphas weren't friends; they just coexisted. Invasions of territories and theft of titles were still frequent. My father hated the Kain, and when my sister Harper announced her engagement to Jeffrey Kain he went completely mad. At the time, everyone was in shock, as we were in a period of war. The story ends when my father decides to confront Orson, Jeffrey's father, and Arvel's uncle. My father was so badly hurt by the confrontation that he was forced to pass on his legacy to my older brother Edmon, who has been training to officially take over as Alpha. When Harper finally married, she adopted the rival surname and abandoned our pack. It was a double victory for the Kain. Despite everything, the Avilla family's level of respect hasn't dropped, but the hatred for the Kain has always been there.

I always knew that I would have the worst mission of the brothers. Ending Alpha Kain's life was my purpose. The issue was much more complex than that; I needed to have a healthy child from him first. The greatest act of demand in the wolf community was to have children. An Alpha without Luna and children was a weak Alpha. Can you imagine the Kain family's shame when they found out that their Alpha's son was an Avilla? And imagine the Alpha's expression of defeat when I killed him as soon as the child was born. It would be the perfect revenge. However, I didn't expect the eldest son to take over so soon. And I didn't realize how fiercely attractive and self-centered he could be.

“What do you want with me?” I asked seriously. “Just let me enjoy this party like any other,” I asked sincerely. Big parties used to give me a good time. Drinking made me feel free, and pretending I could get drunk made me feel even more confident.

“Your number three, Anna,” he said. “Come into the bedroom with me and be my last trophy,” he asked, holding out his hand. So that was it. Alpha Kain wanted Anna Avilla for his list of werewolves he had had or would have s*x with that night. A ridiculously common practice among younger werewolves. However, unlike him, I didn't belong to that type.

“You're not going to lay a hand on me or my she-wolf, Alpha Kain,” I said, snarling at him. I hated having to get to that level, but I didn't see a problem with getting into a fight occasionally.

“Arvel,” he said, correcting me. ‘To you, Anna, I'm Arvel,’ he said, as he stepped closer. ”Don't take this as me treating you like just anyone. The last one's worth the most,” Arvel mentioned as if it were some kind of sick compliment.

“Arvel,” I said shyly, pretending to be playing along. “You…” I paused as I built up anticipation. “I…” I said again, raising my face and bringing my hand to his lips. “You're never going to f**k me,” I said, as I tore at his lips with my claws and made him bleed.

Surprised, he stared at me, licking the blood off his face. “You have no idea what you've aroused in me, do you?” he said, moving closer. And then I smelled the sexy scent of pheromones. The biggest intrigue was that my she-wolf responded to the scent. I was too excited to respond. “Be mine, Anna, if only for today.”

My breathing was uncontrollable. And then I felt the first warmth of her claws.