The Alpha Prince's Lover

Casey

Walking into the world of werewolves as a human wasn’t just intimidating—it was suffocating.

Their hierarchy was absolute, carved into their very bones.

Two Alphas ruled the Fall Fang Pack, one of the most powerful packs in California.

Together, they controlled a billion-dollar automotive empire, the kind of wealth and luxury that made ordinary humans green with envy.

And somehow, I—a plain, broke, scholarship girl with zero connections—ended up right in the middle of their glittering, dangerous world.

Bound by a deal I never should have accepted.

And worst of all… I fell in love with my target.

That wasn’t part of the plan. It was never supposed to be.

I wasn’t born with silver spoons or gilded opportunities. My life was simple—messy, underfunded, and painfully average.

I survived on scholarships, buried myself in textbooks, and majored in chemistry because it felt safe.

Predictable. Science made sense. Unlike people.

I was the quiet type, the kind of girl who blended into the background. That is—until the day I met Alpha Shawn.

It was at a seminar on hydrogen-powered cars, a project his company was spearheading.

I had raised my hand, heart hammering, and asked a series of questions.

Questions no one else dared to.

Shawn’s golden eyes had narrowed on me, sharp and calculating.

And just like that, I was seen.

A week later, his assistant called. Then came the meeting.

A contract laid neatly on the table. A photo of Shia, his younger brother, slid across to me.

“Twenty million dollars,” Shawn said in his clipped, icy tone. “All you have to do is be his girlfriend for five years. Keep him in line. Reform him.”

My brain should have screamed insanity.

Instead, the realist in me calculated tuition costs, living expenses, career opportunities.

Twenty million could buy me a future.

“I like your personality, Miss Stone,” Shawn added. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “And I believe you’re a good match for my brother. But there’s something you need to understand—and accept. We are not ordinary men. We are werewolves.”

For one moment, my logical brain froze. Werewolves? Real ones?

Every cell in my body wanted to laugh it off. But deep down, my scientific curiosity whispered: anomalies exist.

Evolution has loopholes. Maybe this was just another one.

So, I signed. And that’s where my story began.

I blew up on social media the moment I became Shia’s girlfriend.

Most of his followers adored us together liking our photos, flooding the comments with love.

They’re the perfect couple.

If they ever get married, it’s going to last forever.

Their kids would be drop-dead gorgeous with parents like that.

Every time there was a big event on campus, Shia was right there by my side, drawing stares and envy from people who saw us as the ultimate couple goals.

“I’m in love with you, Casey,” he once told me, his voice steady, his eyes burning with promise. “You’ve changed my life for the better, and from this day on, I’ll stay by your side—even if the world falls apart.”

I answered him with nothing more than a strained smile. Because our relationship was built on a lie.

And now, five years later, that lie is a weight I can’t escape.

Shia lay resting in his room, recovering from the brutal fight with Chris.

His body was covered in bruises, every line of him both powerful and heartbreakingly fragile.

I stepped inside quietly—only to freeze in place.

Bella was there.

The fragile omega sat by his side, gently dabbing a cloth over his forehead, whispering softly as if they were in their own private bubble.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

They startled when they noticed me. Awkwardness thickened the air.

Shia, ever the smooth liar, sat up slightly.

“Casey,” he said quickly. “Bella’s just helping out. So, you don’t have to stress over me too much.”

Bella smiled faintly, her voice small but cutting. “He still loves you, Casey. I’m only here as an omega. Helping him heal. Nothing more.”

I wanted to believe them. I really did.

But my chest tightened with a cold, familiar ache.

“Right,” I said flatly, forcing a smile. “I suppose it makes sense. Guys usually go for someone younger, fresher. Why stick with me when she’s right here?”

Shia flinched. “Don’t. Don’t say that. I love you, Casey. Only you.” His voice sharpened, almost pleading.

But my eyes betrayed him. In the reflection of the mirror across the room, I saw it—his hand gripping Bella’s fingers just a little too tightly. My stomach turned.

“I should go,” I muttered, backing away before the bile in my throat could choke me.

I managed a polite smile, but inside, I was breaking. Again.

By the time I stepped out of the apartment he’d gifted me, my decision was final.

I couldn’t stay. Not another day.

**

The next morning, I stood in the pristine office of Alpha Shawn. His presence filled the room—cold, commanding, unnerving.

His sharp features and broad shoulders carried the kind of weight that made people fall silent without him saying a word.

He was every inch the Alpha—powerful, untouchable.

But with me… there was something else.

His hands twitched slightly when he poured me water.

His eyes flickered toward me, then away, like he wasn’t sure how long was too long to stare.

"My assistant will take care of the remaining payment in three days," he said quickly. But his voice carried a tension I had never heard before.

"Thank you," I replied, calm, professional.

Shawn cleared his throat, his body seeming awkward. "Did you gain anything from this agreement… like feelings?"

I fell silent for a few seconds before finally answering firmly, "No. Everything is exactly as written in the contract, Alpha Shawn."

Shawn's eyes searched deep into me. I swallowed hard, making sure the pain I felt wouldn’t be visible to him.

"I see. Allow me… to take you home. As a token of gratitude. For agreeing to work with me."

I studied him. The man who had orchestrated my entire downfall yet somehow looked almost boyish in his hesitation.

It was strange. The most intimidating Alpha in California—nervous around me.

On the drive, silence hung heavy until he finally asked, “What will you do now, Casey? Now that the contract is over.”

I exhaled slowly; my gaze fixed on the city lights blurring past the window. “I’m moving out of the apartment. And I’ll save enough to pursue my master’s at UCLA. That was always the plan.”

“UCLA,” Shawn repeated softly, like the name meant more than it should.

“Yes. I live for me.”

I was ready to let go. Ready to move on.

And as Shawn glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, something unspoken lingered in the air between us.