The Masked Alpha's Secret Contract Bride

ator hallway and back into his massive, luxurious top-

pensive Persian rug. I stood awkwardly by the

t, tossed it onto the leather sofa, a

ck in his leather chair and folding his h

wisted the heavy metal deadbolt. With a shar

gain, his deep voice echo

the carpet and stopped in front of his desk

redatory gaze sweeping slowly over my wet blouse cl

! I'll sign an IOU and work the rest of my life to pay you bac

aning forward slightly. "Do you really

hrank back half a step, wrapping my

He pulled a thick document from the top draw

rs printed across the cover page: Pac

marriage with you? Why me?"

family backing to cause trouble," he said flatly, talki

me settle down with a Mate," Demian lied without blinking, his voice cold and smooth. "High-society sh

de, making my hands shake, yet I

esk toward me. "As my Mate on paper, you'll draw an annual salary of

sult-it was more money than my family would see in three lifetim

a venomous snake. Once I picked

s! Just do the surgery, and I'll

both hands on the desk as he loomed over me. "This isn't a flea market. You don'

lled down my freezing cheek. Compared to

cold pen, flipped to the last page, and

tisfied gleam flashing in his eyes a

he surgery," I whispered, dr

on on his desk phone. "Prep Operating R

desk with long, unhurried strides

aught my wrist and yanked me s

gled against him, my wet clothes soak

fulfilled your basic duties," he growled softly,

ital! And this i

hand cupping the back of my head to hold me still befor

gh and demanding, filling my mouth with

pinched my jaw with his calloused fingers, forcing my lips