The Ruthless Alpha's contract Bride

A MONSTER’S REIGN

I am the Alpha of ForestGrow. That title isn't just a rank; it’s a reality that bends the world to my whim. Power, wealth, women—they aren't things I seek; they are things that belong to me by right. If people call me arrogant or insensitive, it’s only because they are too small to understand the view from the top.

To most, I am a god of the black markets and a master of every vice this wicked world offers. They see the influence, the shadow I cast over the city, but they don’t see the silence. My parents gave me a name and a pack, but nothing else. My mother traded us for another wolf; my father, the great Alpha Kappa, traded me for more power. I was raised by hired help who saw me as a paycheck. Now, I have everything, yet I feel like a hollow shell of coal, burning with a fire that never warms me.

The party was a bore, a loud distraction I didn't want. I drowned the boredom in expensive liquor and numbed the emptiness with weed until the world blurred at the edges. When I stepped out into the night, I wasn't looking for trouble—I was looking for a release.

Then I saw her. A silhouette under a lonely streetlight, waiting for a bus. She looked soft, inviting, a contrast to the jagged edges of my life. My inner wolf stirred, not with a howl, but with a dark, territorial thirst. My "friends"—loyal only as long as I’m paying or leading—followed my lead like dogs on a scent. She ran, of course. They always do. But there’s no escaping a pack.

We cornered her in the shadows. Her pleas meant nothing to me; they were just background noise to the static in my head. I took what I wanted. I am the Alpha; I don't ask, and I certainly don't regret. When I was finished, she went limp, a broken doll in the dirt.

"She’s dead," one of my "brothers" spat, his voice laced with annoyance rather than pity. "There’s no fun in a lifeless girl. You always have to be first, Quinn." He poked a finger at my chest, his cowardice showing. "What if we’re booked for murder?"

I looked at him, then at the others. Fair-weather parasites. "Good," I sneered, the coldness in my chest expanding. "All of you will look great behind bars."

"What about you?" the other grinned, thinking he had leverage. "You're one of us."

I didn't bother arguing. I just watched them, noting the fear and the greed in their eyes. They weren't my pack; they were liabilities. "She saved us the trouble of a witness," I said, my voice like a blade. "And yes, I am always first. You have no right to question me. I am the Alpha."

Before the realization could even hit their eyes, I moved. A flash of steel, a spray of red. I slit their throats one by one. I don't leave loose ends, and I don't take insults from subordinates.

I looked down at the girl one last time. She had been... super inviting. A shame, really. "I wish I had another chance," I murmured to the silence.

I walked away without looking back. I had a kingdom to run and a void to fill. I had no idea that the girl I left in the mud wasn't just a victim—she was the beginning of my end.

Quinn didn't give any reply at that moment but he was noting everyone 's emotions. They were only fair weather friends. “She's saved us the trouble. And yeah I am always first in enjoying every girl that comes our way. You have no right to question. Because I am the Alpha." He said with ascendancy and before the friends could understand what he was doing he slit everyone’s throat.

“The damn girl was super inviting. But it was too late. I wish I had another chance.” He murmured and walked away without a backward glance, leaving her lifeless body behind.

Nevertheless Quinn had no idea Shireen would become the architect of his ruin.

Shireen’s pov

The men’s faces, their cruel smiles, twisted and blurred. Her body convulsed, a guttural growl bubbling up from deep in her chest. The grip on her limbs faltered as the men stared in stunned horror. “We could be booked on murder charges.” One of them said,

To safeguard herself for the little amount of life that was still left in her, Shireen withheld her breath acting dead. She did not want to be a prey to the other men too who were staring at her with hungry faces.

The men screamed, scrambling back in a mixture of fear and disbelief - “she is dead.”

“The damn girl was super inviting. But it was too late. I wish I had another chance.” The beast, who everyone called Alpha Quinn had a magnificent, terrifying thing of fur and muscle. He let out a piercing howl that ripped through the silent city, a challenge to the moonless sky. Silently guarding her last ounce of energy Shireen closed her eyes welcoming the darkness.

***

Two hours later, Shireen's eyes fluttered open. She hadn't died, but the potent mix of alcohol and drugs in Quinn and his friends had made them think she was dead. Drained and dazed by the effect of anesthesia she struggled to her feet. The s****l attack had left her naked and covered in mud. Scratches and bruises marked her skin accompanied by a searing pain that throbbed in her core. Tears welled in her eyes as she covered her face with her palms. Her sobs were silenced by the emptiness of the deserted street. Shireen ended as a lost soul with her innocence stolen and no one to hear her agony.

She didn't know how long she stayed there, but eventually, a sense of self-preservation kicked in. With trembling hands, she collected her clothes, scattered like discarded memories, and slowly covered her aching body. She longed to call her mother and weep, to tell her sister about the pain of her violation, to have her father's protection and help her seek justice. But in the wake of a turbulent fortnight, her family was not a sanctuary she could seek.

Her bones shifted, cracked, and reformed with a sickening sound. She wasn’t Shireen anymore. Her teeth sharpened into fangs, and her fingernails elongated into razor-sharp claws. She was a creature of instinct, of fury, of the ancient magic that now coursed through her blood.

Shireen was gone, and in her place stood a magnificent, wild anthropoid. It was born from pain and revenge unknown to her. And that instinct got her ready to tear her attackers apart. Her body screamed revenge and justice.” Shireen was all set even to tear the city apart to get her hands on her assaulter.