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The Hidden Alpha's Innocent Contract Mate

Chapter 5

Word Count: 1136 | Released on: 05/06/2026

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my door when a franti

xiety and determination. Damien instinctively straightened up, his body posi

window. "Damien, it's okay

ghtly. He turned to face Leo, his expression shifting

n Mont

er's grip tighten, a petty, masculine test of strength. He w

d my

nyielding strength. I saw Leo's knuckles turn white, and a brief flash of

t to cover his discomfort. "What e

seat. "He's a full-time Uber driver," I said,

river? Aura, that's not a stable

d looped my arm through Damien's, standing by his side. "

something-amusement? surprise?-in his

Leo," he said, his voice si

rmined expression seemed to silence his p

gars, living i

aned out, her face a mask of contempt. "Don't come crawling

ft a moment ago, turned to chips of ice. He stared at

went pale, and she stumbled back from the window, dis

to notice the silent exchange. "Let's jus

ed back at me. He nodded, getting into the driver's seat. The car pull

breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "I'm sorr

n the road. "I thought the way

watching the familiar suburban houses give way to the taller buildings

the address he gave me. I had never spent much time on this side of Chicago, but I knew enough about i

ndromat buzzed on the corner, its fluorescent sign flickering in the morning light. There was a small grocery with hand-painted sale signs in the

people. People who worked late shifts, carried groceries home in plastic bags, and kept flower

and a clean glass door. It wasn't glamorous. It didn't scream money. If anything, it looked like one

here,"

but clean lobby with old tile floors, polished mailboxes, and the

. Just the top floor. A lucky rent

y was quiet and carpeted, the doors newer than the building itse

right and unlocked it. He pushed it open a

side and my

city skyline. The furniture was minimalist and modern-a sleek leather sofa, a glass coffee table, and a stat

him in disbelief. "How can an Ube

sed to be two apartments before he knocked the wall down. He's overseas for a year, and I help keep an ey

ering luxury tower with a doorman and marble floors. It was an old working-class building with one apartment th

pressed a cool, hea

" he said, his voice

me, I felt like I mi

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“My family tried to sell me to a monster. Frankie Glover was a low-ranking Warrior from the Glover Pack, notorious for his violent temper and wandering hands. To everyone else, I was just a wolfless girl with no rank, no claws, and no power to fight back. To my mother and sister-in-law, I was even less than that. I was a price tag. So I ran. In the middle of a freezing Chicago storm, I jumped into the first Uber I saw and begged the dangerous-looking driver to take me anywhere but home. He smelled like cedar, rain, and something darker beneath the scent suppressant on his skin. I should have been afraid of him. Instead, I heard myself say the craziest words of my life. "I'll pay you five hundred dollars a month. Just... marry me." I expected him to throw me out. He drove me straight to City Hall. By morning, my family had disowned me, Frankie was furious, and my new husband had become the only thing standing between me and the Pack that wanted to claim me. Everyone thought Damien Montgomery was just a broke, unaffiliated Uber driver. A Rogue with no money, no status, and no Pack behind him. Then Frankie cornered us at a restaurant. He threatened my best friend. He mocked her child. He tried to hit me. Damien caught his wrist before the blow landed. "Don't touch my wife." The room went silent. Even the wolves stopped breathing. One moment, Damien was the quiet man who drove a beat-up Toyota and lived in an old apartment building on the edge of neutral territory. The next, he snapped Frankie's wrist, exposed his fake Rolex scam in front of everyone, and made three Glover Pack Warriors run like frightened dogs. That was when I started to understand. My husband was hiding something. The spacious top-floor apartment. The black credit card he claimed was just a bank promotion. The way Pack men lowered their eyes around him before they even knew why. The terrifying grandfather who showed up alone with a jade wolf-fang heirloom and called me the Luna of the family. None of it made sense. Damien said he was nobody. But nobody did not carry the scent of old bloodlines under layers of suppressant. Nobody did not make wolves tremble with a single word. Nobody did not look at a wolfless girl like she was already his. I married a stranger to escape one monster. Now I'm beginning to wonder if I accidentally married the most dangerous Alpha in Chicago.”