Chapter 2
“I have no choice, Safia. Our land is at risk. The enemies are waiting for an opportunity to chase our land. Our company is at risk. The only solution I could find to all these problems is your wedding with Alpha Sion. He promised to give our land protection and help our company float. From today forward Silver pack and Moon light pack are friends.
Safia is born a human by the boon of the moon Goddess to a human mom and a werewolf dad. Thus though her father is an Alpha of a Moon light pack, she is a human.”
“We can begin,” a lawyer named Brad Pearson announced, his voice slicing through the heavy silence. He slid a contract across the polished mahogany table toward Safia. “This is your mating contract. Please read and sign it.”
Safia's hands trembled as she picked up the document. Her eyes scanned the foreign words, her mind struggling to make sense of the legal jargon. A marriage contract for a human and a werewolf. The whole thing was insane.
“Why do you want to mate me?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You could have simply taken our land.”
Sion finally spoke, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Because killing someone is a single moment of suffering for the person you hate. But if you mate them, every day is a living hell.”
The words hit her like a physical blow.
“I wish I could turn you into a piece of shit.”
The storm in her stance was unparalleled. In contrast to her physical features, there was not an iota of response in him. She looked at the predatory smirk on his face and the cold indifference in his eyes.
A sudden, sharp sting on her cheek made her flinch. How did she get hit by him? Sion hadn't moved, but the air around him had grown thick with a barely contained rage. His cool blue eyes now burned with an almost feral hatred.
Safia rubbed her cheek with her hand staring daggers at him. She had no clue why he hated her so much, but it was clear that his reason was deeply personal, and he had no intention of telling her.
“The contract states that Safia Black Smith will be the lawfully mated Luna of Alpha Sion Canes for the next two years. After the expiry of the term, both individuals have the choice to continue the mating or opt out. But as long as the bond is active, Safia can't be with any other male,” the lawyer read aloud, oblivious to the silent terror unfolding at the table.
Safia's heart pounded against her ribs. She was a human, yet this man, this Alpha, was forcing her into a mating contract. A contract that seemed to benefit only him.
But as she looked at him, she knew there was no choice. Her pack, her land, her family's legacy—it all rested on this one signature.
With trembling hands, she picked up the pen and signed her name, the ink a dark stain on the page, sealing her fate.
The angry swipe of the hairbrush did little to tame Safia’s unruly curls, a wild crown of mahogany that refused to be controlled. She glared at her reflection, at the angry red marks blossoming on her cheek—the unmistakable imprint of his fingers.
Why did he hate her so much?
The question burned in her mind, a fire of resentment that no amount of concealer could extinguish.
It was no use. Her father’s company Best Wines, was hemorrhaging money. The files she was looking at were a dismal sea of red ink, a testament to her father's failing health and years of neglect.
But the pain of her family's impending ruin was nothing compared to the fury she felt for the man who now owned her.
“You took my life and held it for ransom, Dad,” she hissed, her voice trembling. “Who gave you the right to sell me to a monster?”
She asked him no sooner she reached her company’s head office.
Her father Alpha Soren took her hand, his expression a mix of guilt and desperation.
“We were out of options, honey. The bank was going to seize everything. Then, out of nowhere, Silver Pack made an offer. They would save the company—in exchange for your hand in marriage.”
“He's a beast, Dad! He's heartless, and he clearly has some ancient grudge against me!” Safia spat, pulling her hand away. “I hate him.”
“Alpha Sion saw you at a charity ball, Safia. He was smitten,” Soren insisted, a desperate hope in his eyes. “An Alpha like him doesn't just ask for a marriage and that too a human to mate. Girls just fly around him like bees to warm his head. You are destined to be his. That's why he must be truly caring for you.”
But Safia knew better. He wasn't a suitor; he was a predator.
The crowd of reporters gasped as the sleek black Rolls-Royce Boat Tail pulled up to the Best Wines head office.
Out stepped Alpha Sion, a figure of controlled power and predatory grace. He wasn't just a man; he was a force of nature. His movements were too fluid, his gaze too sharp, a glint of something feral in his striking golden eyes.
“Sir, we have information that you've just acquired Best Wines,” a reporter shouted. “Is this part of your strategy of taking sinking companies under your wing?”
“Sion Canes is only a shareholder,” Safia interjected, her voice tight with rage. “We are not a sinking company.”
Sion simply smiled, a lazy, dangerous curl of his lip.
“My wife is right. I don't acquire companies; I study their potential. And charity can be... pleasurable. Why wouldn't a husband help his wife’s business?”
The whispered gossip from her assistant, Tyla, was a cruel confirmation:
“That man knows how to turn everything to his advantage.”
Sion pulled Safia close, his touch a possessive brand.
“Don't make that face,” he whispered, his voice so low that only she could hear. “Cooperate, or you'll regret it.”
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