A Contract with the Alpha

Chapter 2

How... how did you know?" Jenna blurted.

"So you think I'm that dumb, Jenna? You were the only friend I have in this Pack, and you kept it a secret from me," Marcela said, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry I kept it a secret," Jenna apologized and quickly left.

When Alex's father, Alpha Roberts, urged him to get married, his first choice was obviously Freya. But she broke up with him for reasons unknown, claiming she was in love with Alpha Reyes of the Moonlit pack. She left Alex and went straight into the arms of Alpha Reyes.

At that time, Marcella had just graduated from college. As sharp as she was, she sensed that Alpha Alex was her mate at a dinner her father had organized. Her father was ecstatic, and so was Alex's father.

Marcella Monroe was the heir of the Moon Whisper Pack, and she married her mate, Alex Kendrick, heir of the Ravenhood Pack. As a business administration student, Marcella helped him grow his pack and his business. She identified everything missing that was causing the business to flop and rectified everything, yielding fantastic results. Two years after their marriage, Marcella's father passed away, and as a result, their pack merged with the Ravenhood Pack.

As soon as Alex became the Alpha of both packs about three months ago, after his father died, Freya returned to him, causing chaos because before then, Alex had showered her with so much love.

Still at the party, she could hear the conversation going on between her husband and Freya.

Freya nestled her head against Alex's chest, her voice soft but filled with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much, Alex. It feels like forever since we were… well, us.”

Alex sighed, wrapping his arms around her. “I know, Freya. I’ve missed you too. I’ve been thinking a lot about what we had. I really want to fix things between us.”

Marcella, standing a few feet away, felt her heart drop. She clenched her fists at her sides, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and humiliation. *What does he mean, ‘fix things’?* she thought, her mind racing.

Marcella approached them with a smile on her face. Freya looked up, her brow furrowing as she sensed the tension in the air.

“Freya, you need to stay away from my husband. It’s for your own good.”

Freya crossed her arms, “And why would I do that? Alex is my lover, too.”

Marcella took a step closer, her voice lowering. “No, he’s not. He’s my husband. You may feel a connection, but it’s not going to change the fact that there’s no room for a third person in our marriage.”

Freya’s eyes flashed with defiance. “You think I want to come between you two? I have my own issues to deal with.”

“Then resolve them,” Marcella urged, her voice softening slightly. “You need to work things out with Alpha Reyes. This isn’t just about you and Alex. It’s about your responsibilities, your pack.”

Freya’s expression softened for a moment, but she quickly steeled herself again. “And what if I can’t just walk away? What if I can’t ignore what I feel?”

“Then you’ll have to face the consequences,” Marcella replied, her voice steady. “But I won’t let you disrupt my marriage. You need to make a choice.”

"Isn't that right, love?" She hoped not to get humiliated in front of so many people.

Freya's mouth dropped to the floor as she let out a loud cry, tears rolling out of her eyes, and then ran out of the gathering.

"Freya," Alex called after her.

Her wolf, Lunar, growled inside her head.

"Alex," she called, suppressing her anger, "what you are doing is so wrong."

Alex snapped his head towards her and glared. He said nothing that time and stayed until the party was over.

Upon returning to the Pack house, instead of going in with her to their bedroom, he went to the guest room where Freya was.

“Alex, wait!” But he turned, his expression darkening, a snarl twisting his lips, sending a chill down her spine. She winced at the sight, the raw anger in his eyes cutting deeper than any words could.

Without another glance, he stormed into the guest room where Freya was staying. The door clicked shut behind him. Marcella stood frozen for a moment, her heart racing.

She turned slowly, retreating to their bedroom, the space that had once felt like a sanctuary now suffocating her with its emptiness. She sat on the edge, her fingers gripping the fabric of her nightgown, her mind racing with thoughts of confrontation.

The urge to march into the guest room, to confront Freya and demand her to leave, surged within her. *How dare she?* Marcella thought, her heart pounding with indignation.

Suddenly, a sharp pain sliced through her belly, a jolt that made her gasp. She doubled over, clutching her abdomen, the world around her blurring for a moment. Panic surged through her veins as she tried to breathe through the discomfort. *What was happening?*

Then the realization hit her as she started crying.

The reason for her pain wasn't food poisoning or any sort of illness; Alex was definitely having s*x with Freya. In the werewolf world, if your mate has s*x with anyone other than you, the sharp pain is the punishment for that. Even though she felt offended, she was the one being punished, probably because she couldn't keep her husband to herself.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, where Marcella sat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The clock on the nightstand ticked loudly, each second a reminder of the hours that had passed since Alex had left her alone. Bitter and angry, she replayed the events of the previous night in her mind, the image of him walking out the door leaving her behind as if she were nothing more than an afterthought.

Marcella’s heart raced with a mix of hurt and betrayal. She couldn’t let Freya ruin her marriage. The thought of that woman, with her effortless beauty and carefree charm, gnawed at Marcella’s insides. It was infuriating to think that Alex might still be drawn to her. But Marcella refused to be a victim of jealousy. Instead, she would take control.

With a deep breath, she rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. The warm water filled the tub, steam rising like a veil around her as she sank into the soothing embrace. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth wash over her, imagining it melting away her anger. After a long soak, she slipped into the silk gown that he loved, the fabric gliding over her skin like a gentle caress. It hugged her curves in all the right places, and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. With a flick of her wrist, she applied mascara, enhancing her almond-shaped eyes until they sparkled. She was beautiful, too, she reminded herself, and she wouldn’t let Freya’s shadow loom over her any longer.

As she finished her makeup, Marcella made her way to the dining hall. The omegas looked at her with pity. She ate her breakfast quickly and went straight to the guest room.

Marcella approached the guest room, her heart racing. She could see the two guards standing at the door, their expressions unreadable.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “I need to speak with my husband.”

The first guard, a tall man with a stern face, shook his head. “I’m sorry, Luna, but we can’t let you in. Alpha’s orders.”

“His orders?” Marcela echoed, disbelief creeping into her tone. “I’m his wife! I have every right to be in there.”

The second guard, a younger man with a nervous glance, shifted his weight. “I understand, Luna, but—”

“But nothing!” Marcela interrupted. “You’re telling me I can’t see my own husband because of some orders? What’s going on in there?”

The first guard crossed his arms, his expression firm. “It’s not our place to discuss, Luna. We’re just following orders.”

“Following orders?” Marcela scoffed, her hands on her hips. “What kind of orders keep a wife from her husband? This is ridiculous!”

The younger guard glanced at his partner, then back at Marcela. “I really wish we could help you, but Alpha Alex was very clear. No one is to disturb him right now.”

“Not even me?” Marcela’s voice softened, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her anger. “I’m his mate. I deserve to know what’s happening.”

The first guard’s expression softened slightly, “I understand, Luna. But we can’t go against Alpha’s wishes.”

Is Freya in there?”

The guards exchanged a glance, and the younger one hesitated. “We can’t say, Luna. It’s not our place.”

“Then let me in!” Marcela pleaded, stepping closer to the door.

"You can't keep me from him! I need to see Alex!" Her eyes darted between the faces of the guards, their expressions unyielding. Just as she was feeling defeated, Beta Kenzo approached.

"Luna Marcela," he said, his voice steady, "Alpha Alex is very busy right now. I can't let you in."

Her patience snapped like a fragile thread. "Busy? Doing what? You can't deny me access to my husband!" The words spilled from her lips, laced with desperation and anger. But as she spoke, a sound drifted through the door.

Moans

Moans of Freya

Her heart raced, and a sharp pain sliced through her stomach. The world around her blurred, and she felt her legs give way beneath her.

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Kenzo was there, his strong arms wrapping around her as he lifted her effortlessly. "Luna Marcela!" he exclaimed. He took her into the bedroom and left to get the doctor, leaving her drowning in misery.