Secret Marriage Contract with The Alpha

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ill her role as the Alpha's wife; it was a deep need to fit in, to feel accepted. But she quickly understood that the me

, and when they could not avoid his presence, their responses were brief, bordering on rude. She tried to keep her head held high, but the isolation w

o were chatting near the warehouse. One of them, a young man with an indocile appearance,

," he whispered in a voice th

tried to remain calm. "I just wanted to int

e roof? As if you were one of us," he said, looking her up and d

t she understood that she couldn't respond with the same arrogance. "I know I'm different," she

and our way of life? A human has nothing to do here, even less alongside our Alph

him, not a fragile human." After all, he needs a wolf,

she had reached a breaking point. She tried to remain firm, not to back down, but she

nks of the wolves, and Lyse turned her head to see the Alpha slowly advancing in their dir

on of fear mixed with disrespect on his face. "Alph

her and the rebel wolf. His voice, cold and sharp, made the

xtinguished. "She is not one of us, and yet she is here, in our domain. H

bt my judgment? This human, as you call her with contempt, is under my protection and lives under

firmly, especially not a human. For the first time, Lyse felt something almost protective em

express her gratitude. She understood that this intervention was not a gesture of affection, but rather an act of author

ll hard but his tone more measured. "If anyone here once again questi

, as if to make sure they understood correctly. Then, without another word, he motio

he stopped and stared at her with an intensity that made her shiver. She felt that he was weighing

you know," she dared to

ed in a tone that betrayed slight amusement. "But you are my responsibi

hind his gesture than the simple application of his authority. Perhaps, d

had been burning on her lips since their meeting. "Why did you agree to

moment of silence, he finally responded, in a calm but sad tone. "Som

obligation for him than she imagined. Behind his mask of coldness and hardness, there was

complicity, no tenderness, but there was a form of respect that was emerging, a