The Contract with the Alpha

The Contract with the Alpha

Claree

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Freya Alexander is a fiercely independent photographer, haunted by the scars of her past and the pain of a rejected bond. Orphaned young and hardened by life, she finds solace in her career, avoiding entanglements and the fate she once believed in. But when a dark prophecy emerges, Freya's world is upended. Bound by destiny to Ethan Shadow, the formidable Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, she is thrust into a contract marriage she never wanted. Ethan Shadow, the enigmatic and ruthless leader of the Shadowclaw Pack, has always put his pack's welfare above all else. His rejection of Freya years ago, meant to protect her from a devastating curse, was a decision that haunts him. Now, the prophecy demands their union to prevent a looming catastrophe threatening both the human and supernatural realms. With Freya resentful and Ethan burdened by secrets, their forced marriage is a volatile mix of unresolved feelings and unspoken truths. As their contract binds them in a fragile truce, a shadowy adversary named Ember emerges, intent on exploiting their fractured bond to ignite chaos. With each passing day, the tension between Freya and Ethan escalates, their once-hidden emotions boiling to the surface. Just when it seems they might reconcile their differences, Freya is kidnapped by Ember, revealing a shocking conspiracy: Ethan's rejection was part of a larger plot to destabilize the packs. Desperate to save Freya and his pack, Ethan must confront the truth about the curse and the price of breaking it. In a dramatic twist, Freya discovers the real reason behind Ethan's rejection and must come to terms with her feelings. As the prophecy's deadline approaches, Ethan faces an agonizing choice: sacrifice himself to save Freya or risk losing everything.

Chapter 1 Episode 1

Freya Alexander had always loved the stillness of dawn. It was the only time the city of Moonhaven felt like it belonged to her, the streets empty and the air crisp with the scent of dew. She inhaled deeply, letting the cool morning air fill her lungs as she adjusted the strap of her camera bag on her shoulder. The city's high-rise buildings loomed above her, their glass facades catching the first rays of sunlight, turning them into towering pillars of fire. But Freya wasn't here for the cityscape.

Her feet carried her, almost by muscle memory, toward the outskirts, where the modern met the ancient-where civilization gave way to the wild embrace of Silvermoon Woods. Her boots crunched against the gravel path, each step carrying her further from the city and deeper into the shadowy border where the trees stood like sentinels. This was where she felt most at peace, among the ancient oaks and whispering pines, away from the prying eyes and suffocating expectations of the world beyond. Here, she could be herself-alone, invisible, and free. The forest was still in the early morning, a hushed silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. Freya's fingers itched to capture the serenity through her lens, to freeze these fleeting moments before the world woke up and shattered the illusion. She lifted her camera, focusing on a shaft of sunlight that pierced through the canopy, illuminating a patch of ferns with an ethereal glow. The click of the shutter was like a whisper in the quiet, and she smiled faintly at the satisfaction of the shot. "Always the first one here, aren't you?" The voice, rich and deep, broke the tranquility of the morning, sending a shiver down Freya's spine. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The cadence of that voice was etched into her memory, a ghost from a past she had tried so hard to forget. "Darren," she acknowledged without looking up from her camera, her tone carefully neutral. Darren Vale, tall and broad-shouldered, with a disarming smile that had charmed many but always seemed to make Freya wary. He stepped closer, his boots making little noise on the soft earth, and leaned casually against a tree beside her. "C'mon, Freya," he drawled, "can't you even spare a glance for an old friend?" Friend. The word was heavy with implication, and Freya felt a flicker of irritation. She finally turned her gaze to him, her eyes cool and distant. "We were never friends, Darren." Darren's smile faltered for a brief moment before he recovered, the easy charm sliding back into place like a well-worn mask. "Fair enough. But we used to be something, didn't we?" Freya's jaw tightened, and she fought the urge to snap back at him. Darren had always been good at getting under her skin, poking at old wounds just to see if they would bleed again. "That was a long time ago. Things change." "People don't," Darren countered, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. "Especially not you, Freya. You're still out here, chasing the perfect shot, like it's going to fill the void you pretend isn't there." Freya turned away, refusing to let him see the flicker of pain his words ignited. "What do you want, Darren? I doubt you came out here just to reminisce." He sighed, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. "You're right. I didn't come here to talk about the past." He paused, as if considering his next words carefully. "I came to warn you." "Warn me?" Freya's brow furrowed as she glanced at him. Darren's expression had shifted, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something far more serious. "About what?" "Ethan." The name hit her like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from her lungs. Freya's fingers tightened around her camera, the familiar weight grounding her in the face of the storm that name always brought with it. "What about him?" she asked, keeping her voice steady, though she could feel the edges fraying. Darren hesitated, his gaze searching hers as if looking for something. "He's back, Freya. And he's looking for you." The forest seemed to close in around her, the shadows growing longer, darker. Freya's mind raced, her thoughts tangling in a mess of fear, anger, and something else she couldn't quite name. Ethan Shadow. The Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack. The man who had rejected her-who had shattered her heart and left her to pick up the pieces alone. The one she had sworn never to forgive. "Why?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, betraying the curiosity that lurked beneath her layers of resentment. Darren shifted uncomfortably, as if unsure whether to continue. "There's...something going on. In the pack. Rumors of a prophecy, something big. And it involves you." Freya scoffed, shaking her head. "I'm not part of the pack, Darren. I haven't been for a long time." "But you were once," he insisted, stepping closer. "You still have ties to them, whether you want to admit it or not. And Ethan...he's different now." Different. The word echoed in her mind, stirring up memories she had tried to bury. The Ethan she had known was cold, calculating, and fiercely protective of his pack. He had made his choice, choosing duty over whatever bond they might have shared. What could have possibly changed? Freya shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts swirling in her mind. "I don't care what Ethan wants. I'm not going back." Darren sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You might not have a choice, Freya. If this prophecy is true, then it's not just about you or Ethan. It's about something much bigger." "And you expect me to just believe that?" Freya demanded, her voice rising as the frustration bubbled to the surface. "After everything he put me through, after everything I've done to get away from that life-you want me to just walk back into it because of some stupid prophecy?" Darren held her gaze, his expression softening. "I know it's a lot to ask. But if there's even a chance that this prophecy is real...you need to know what you're up against. For your own safety." Freya's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and fear. She had spent years building a life away from the pack, away from the pain and betrayal. The last thing she wanted was to be dragged back into that world-into Ethan's world. "I don't need your protection, Darren," she said quietly, her voice laced with a bitterness that surprised even her. "I'm not that girl anymore." "I know," Darren replied, his tone surprisingly gentle. "But you're still you, Freya. And no matter how much you've changed, there are some things you can't outrun." Freya looked away, her gaze drifting back to the forest. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets she wasn't ready to hear. Darren's words lingered in the air between them, heavy with unspoken truths. She could feel his eyes on her, watching, waiting for her to say something-to make a decision she wasn't ready to make. "I need to think," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Darren nodded, as if he had expected this answer. "Take your time. But don't wait too long. Ethan...he's not the only one looking for you." Freya frowned, her eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" Darren hesitated, as if weighing his next words carefully. "There are others-enemies of the pack. They know about the prophecy too. And if they find you before Ethan does..." His voice trailed off, but the implication was clear. Freya felt a cold knot of fear settle in her stomach, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. This wasn't just about Ethan. It was about survival. "I'll be careful," she said, her voice firmer now. "Good," Darren replied, relief flickering in his eyes. He reached out, gently squeezing her shoulder. "I'm here if you need me, Freya. No matter what happens." Freya didn't respond, just nodded absently as she turned back toward the forest. The peaceful solitude she had sought here felt tainted now, overshadowed by the specter of the past and the threat of the future. As Darren's footsteps faded into the distance, Freya stood alone among the trees, her thoughts a tangled web of confusion, fear, and anger. She had spent years running, hiding from the pain that had once consumed her. But now, it seemed, the past had finally caught up with her. Ethan Shadow was back, and he was looking for her. But Freya wasn't the same woman he had rejected all those years ago. She had grown stronger, tougher, and more determined. And if Ethan thought she would just roll over and let him dictate her life again, he was sorely mistaken. She would face whatever came her way-on her terms, not his. Freya took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let the sounds of the forest wash over her, grounding her in the present. The birds chirped their morning songs, the leaves rustled softly in the breeze, and somewhere in the distance, a brook babbled quietly.

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