The Alpha King’s Hybrid Bride

Chapter 11

Elara

Enzo immediately bowed his head in submission, his Alpha presence completely crumbling before the man holding me.

"What... what are you doing here, Alpha King?" Enzo's voice cracked with barely controlled panic.

"We had no idea you were... how did you..."

Alpha Sterling looked like he might faint. "Alpha King, if we've done something to offend-" The man behind me let out a low, dangerous chuckle that made my wolf instinctively tremble.

"Of course you didn't know," his voice carried enough power to make every wolf in the room instinctively lower their heads, "you thought you could manipulate my mate into marrying that piece of trash."

Enzo desperately tried to catch my eye: "Elara, you should thank Alpha King Dominic now..."

How was this possible?

I had only wanted to find someone manageable, reclaim my inheritance, then divorce and disappear.

If my husband was the f*****g Alpha King, divorce would become... completely impossible.

I needed to leave. Right now.

I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to remain steady.

"I need some air. Excuse me."

Nadia's face instantly changed, ready to scold me, but when I gave her a look cold enough to freeze hell itself, she quickly covered:

"Of course, dear. Take your time."

I practically ran out of the private room.

Thirty seconds later, a sleek black luxury car pulled up in front of me.

The window rolled down to reveal those deadly amber eyes.

"Get in," Dominic's voice brooked no argument.

I reluctantly slid into the passenger seat. As soon as the door closed, I exploded.

"So you've been playing games with me this whole time?" My voice was cold enough to form ice,

"Does the mighty Alpha King find it amusing to trick a hybrid?"

"We need to get divorced," I said directly.

Dominic's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, but his tone remained calm: "Calm down first."

"Calm down?" I turned to face him directly, "How am I supposed to be calm? You lied to me! I thought I was marrying some loser second son from the Sterling family, but you're the f*****g Alpha King!"

Dominic's amber eyes flashed with dangerous light: "Watch your tone."

"Watch what?" I grew even more agitated, "Do you think I'll fall to my knees in gratitude because of your title? You played me!"

In the next second, the air pressure in the car dropped dramatically.

A wave of crushing dominance I had never experienced before crashed over me like a tsunami, making it almost impossible to breathe.

This was the true power of an Alpha King.

My mouth wanted to continue going off, but my body instinctively froze.

Every cell screamed "danger."

Dominic turned his head to look at me, those amber eyes now looking like burning gold.

"Now," his voice was low and deadly, "let's find somewhere to have a proper discussion."

I swallowed hard, realizing I might have truly pissed off the most dangerous man on the continent.

Safety first.

Dominic brought me to his apartment. The place screamed money and power-floor-to-ceiling windows, designer furniture, and killer views of the entire city.

He removed his jacket, tossing it onto the sofa before sitting down and rolling up his sleeves.

"Now we can have a proper conversation."

I was still furious, but the showdown in the car had taught me to be smarter. I chose a seat that gave me some distance from him without being too

obvious about it.

"That night, you did walk into the wrong room," he began, "and you were the one who proposed the contract marriage. My family was breathing down my neck, so I agreed. Now you want a divorce?

What's that about?"

I took a deep breath. "Mr. Wolfe, that night, I wasn't proposing to you. I thought you were Damian Sterling. This whole thing is one big misunderstanding."

"I needed to marry Damian to get my inheritance.

Now, with this mess..."

"Damian Sterling?" Dominic's lips curled into a cold smirk. "That waste of space? Did you really think you could stomach him?"

Thinking about Damian's beaten-up, creepy face made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Hell no. But I need that money," I said miserably.

"My mother and stepfather won't accept me..."

"Why wouldn't they accept it?" Dominic interrupted. "Marrying me is your jackpot.

Whatever deal your parents made before, I promise they won't dare back out now."

His tone was calm, almost lazy, but there was a terrifying certainty beneath it.

As if the entire Amber Pack, the Sterling family, and my so-called parents were nothing more than chess pieces he could move with a single finger.

"You just need to act the part of my Luna," Dominic said. "I can deliver on all the conditions you mentioned before."

I was tempted, but I still didn't lower my guard.

"Really? But you're the Alpha King. This whole thing is too..."

"Too convenient?" he asked.

"Too dangerous," I corrected.

A faint smile touched his lips.

For some reason, that smile made the air in the room feel hotter.

"Call me Dominic," he said suddenly. "I don't like my Luna calling me Mr. Wolfe or Alpha King."

My heart skipped once.

His Luna.

He said it so naturally, as if the title had already been carved into my fate.

I forced myself to stay calm. "Dominic, then. What exactly do you want from me?"

"The elders have been pushing me to choose a Luna for years," he said. "The public wants a queen beside the throne. The packs want stability. I need someone with enough courage to stand beside me and enough ambition not to tremble at the price."

His gaze swept over me, slow and assessing.

"And you, Elara Park, walked straight into my arms with a marriage certificate and a list of conditions."

I narrowed my eyes. "So I'm convenient."

"You're useful," he corrected. "And you don't bore me."

That should not have sounded like a compliment.

Unfortunately, from his mouth, it did.

I crossed my arms. "And what makes you think I won't cause you trouble?"

Dominic leaned back casually on the sofa, flicking his lighter in his hand.

Click.

The flame ignited.

He looked at me through the small golden fire, his eyes dark and faintly amused. "Trouble is only a problem when it can't be controlled."

"And you think you can control me?"

His smile deepened.

"No. I think you'll make an excellent ally as long as our interests are aligned."

I stared at him, unable to decide whether he was arrogant or terrifyingly honest.

Maybe both.

"Just some practical things," I said slowly. "How does this fake marriage work?"

"Fake?" Dominic repeated softly.

The word rolled off his tongue with a dangerous edge.

I suddenly felt as if I had stepped too close to a sleeping beast.

"Our marriage certificate is real," he said. "The law recognizes it. The packs will recognize it. The elders will recognize it."

I looked at the man sitting across from me.

Dominic Wolfe.

The Alpha King of the North American continent.

He was even more striking up close than he had been that night at Moon Harbor. Broad shoulders, long legs, a face sharp enough to look almost cruel, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to see through every lie and weakness in a person.

No wonder people feared him.

No wonder people worshipped him.

But that only made this whole thing even more absurd.

A man like this still needed a fake marriage to silence the elders and the public?

Unless...

My gaze lingered on his flawless face for half a second too long.

Unless the rumors had missed something important.

Was he not interested in women at all?

I gritted my teeth. "Pack meetings, public appearances... we need to look convincing."

"Don't worry. I can be very convincing when I need to be."

He snapped the lighter shut and stood, his tall figure instantly filling the space with pressure.

"Leave the elders and the public appearances to me. As for you..." His gaze settled on me, calm but impossible to ignore. "Since we're married, you should move in soon."

Before I could answer, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

"After all, if we want the elders to believe this marriage is real, sleeping under the same roof is only the beginning. As for whether we sleep in the same bed..." He paused, his voice dropping just enough to make my heart stumble. "That depends on how convincing you want us to be."

My heart kicked hard against my ribs.

I was really going to live with the Alpha King.