The moment Grace placed the pen down, her heart pounded with the weight of what she’d just done.
Alpha Nelson didn’t hesitate; he took the pen, signed his own name with a practiced flourish, and sealed their contract.
“I’ll be going home now,” Grace said quickly, eager to escape the surreal atmosphere.
“Not so fast, wifey,” Nelson said, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
She turned sharply to glare at him. “What do you want now?”
Nelson leaned back casually, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As a married woman, don’t you think you should stick close to your husband?”
Grace folded her arms, unimpressed. “You want me to sit here and watch you?”
“That sounds great,” Nelson replied, smirking. “You’ll have the privilege of watching the hottest body in the world.”
She rolled her eyes.
