My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

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"Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment. As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire. The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die. She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate? Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."

Chapter 1 No.1

Anya POV

The ice in my glass clinked against the silence of the hotel room, a lonely sound that matched the hollow ache in my chest. Being a wolfless in the Blackwood Pack meant being invisible. I was nearly eighteen, yet my inner wolf remained dormant, a ghost that refused to haunt me. While everyone else was out at the pack bars or running under the moon, I was here, on a corporate retreat, drowning my sorrows in the minibar's overpriced vodka.

"Pathetic, Anya," I muttered, tossing my head back to finish the drink. The alcohol burned pleasantly, blurring the sharp edges of my reality.

I needed a distraction. I needed to feel like I existed, even if just for a moment.

Squinting at my phone screen, I cursed myself for taking my contacts out already. The names in my contact list were fuzzy gray lines. I scrolled until I thought I saw Camryn, my best friend and the only person who didn't look at me with pity.

My thumbs tapped clumsily against the glass.

I need a distraction. Send me something hot.

I hit send and fell back onto the plush pillows, giggling at my own boldness. The phone buzzed almost instantly.

?

A single question mark. I rolled my eyes. Camryn was playing coy. Emboldened by the vodka coursing through my veins, I typed back, my fingers flying faster than my brain could process.

Don't play dumb! Either send me a hot warrior, or be one. I'm in room 1501. 😉

I tossed the phone onto the nightstand. There. A joke. A desperate cry for attention masked as humor.

Minutes later, a heavy knock echoed through the room.

"Room service?" I wondered aloud, stumbling off the bed. Or maybe Camryn had actually come to drag me out.

I swung the door open, a sloppy grin plastered on my face. "Did you bring the-"

The words died in my throat.

Standing in the doorway was not a waiter. It was not Camryn.

It was Alpha Declan Blackwood.

He loomed over me, a titan of muscle and shadow, blocking out the hallway light. He was wearing nothing but a black silk robe that hung loosely around his frame, exposing the hard, tanned expanse of his chest and the sharp lines of his collarbones. His hair was wet, dark droplets falling onto his forehead, as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

But it was his scent that hit me first-a tidal wave of rain-soaked earth, pine, and the electric charge of a brewing storm. It was the scent of power. It wrapped around my throat, choking me, making my knees tremble.

"Alpha?" I squeaked, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

He didn't speak. His eyes, dark and swirling with a predatory hunger I had never seen directed at me, locked onto mine. Before I could apologize, before I could explain that I was just a stupid, drunk, wolfless girl who had made a mistake, he moved.

His hand shot out, large and calloused, cupping the back of my neck. He didn't ask. He took.

He crashed his lips against mine, a searing, possessive kiss that tasted of mint and raw dominance. A jolt of electricity-sharp and hot-zapped through my skin where he touched me. It was agonizing and addictive all at once. My mind went blank, the alcohol and the sheer force of his presence short-circuiting my logic.

Why? The question floated in the haze of my mind. Why is the Alpha kissing me?

He didn't give me time to think. He marched me backward, kicking the door shut with a definitive slam that sealed my fate. The room spun as he pressed me down onto the mattress, his heavy body caging me in.

Panic flared, but it was quickly suffocated by a darker, more desperate need.

I looked up at him, breathless. He was beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. And he was here, in my bed.

He's drunk, I rationalized, my hands trembling as they found purchase on his broad shoulders. He has to be. Or he thinks I'm someone else.

Memories of our childhood flashed-sitting next to him in pup training, back when titles didn't matter. But that was years ago. To him, I was just an employee, a background character.

He won't remember this, a voice whispered in my head. Tomorrow, he'll wake up and forget the wolfless girl in room 1501. But for tonight... for tonight, I can pretend I matter.

It was a dangerous bargain, a lie I was willing to sell my soul for.

I stopped fighting the inevitable. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling the storm down upon me, and surrendered to the fire.

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