The Ruthless Alpha's contract Bride

Alpha Quinn carried the weight of his name with arrogance and insensitivity. Being the alpha of ForestGrow pack, his power was unparalleled and indestructible, a force that bent others to his will. Women, both human and supernatural, were mere play things to him. Despite knowing him fully their crave to have his attention at least for a night was a fleeting testament to his charm and virility.

He was a blood hungry creature of primal urges, a pundit for every vice that took place in the wicked world. Drugs, illegal trades, black markets-he had his hands in them all. His wealth and influence was a dark web that ensnared all who crossed his path. Yet, beneath the veneer of invincibility, lay a soul as barren as a desert.

Quinn longed for love that his parents couldn't give. His mom left his dad to another wolf. For the hunger of power and wealth, the then Alpha Kappa, his dad, neglected his only child Quinn.

Quinn was brought up by nannies who cared less and worked only for money. Today his reign and kingdoms were boundless, but his heart was a lump of cold, black coal. He was a master of control, yet a slave to his own destructive desires, forever haunted by an emptiness no amount of debauchery could ever fill.

That night, at a party he never wanted to attend, Alpha Quinn surrendered to his body craving. He drank until his senses blurred and smoked weed until his mind went numb. Ten minutes after stumbling out of the club, a curvaceous figure of a young woman caught his eye. Looking closer she was a beautiful girl waiting for a bus. Her silhouette, illuminated by the lonely streetlights, stirred an untamed hunger within him. It subsequently turned to a dark venereal thirst. He and his friends, a pack of wolves on the hunt, followed her. The girl, sensing their sinister intent, began to run, but the deserted street offered her no escape.

Quinn along with his friends cornered her, their shadows swallowing her whole. She pleaded with him, her eyes wide with terror, but the Alpha was an unfeeling monster. Her pleas only intensified his depraved desires. As two of his friends held her limbs, a third silenced her screams, leaving her completely vulnerable.

What followed were agonizing moments for her and sickening pleasure for him. He took her like a beast, devoid of any decency or regret. His friends, waiting for their turn to defile her, were denied. By the time Alpha Quinn was done, the girl had succumbed to the trauma, her body falling limp, her mind shattered.

A friend checked her pulse. "She's dead, there is no fun enjoying a lifeless girl. It's you who is always first." he repelled with anger, poking a finger at Quinn, a mix of disappointment and annoyance in his voice. "What if we are booked on murder charges?"

"Good, all of you will be behind the bars" Alpha Quinn sneered, a cold smirk on his face.

"What about you? You are one among us." The other man said in a sadistic grin.

Quinn didn't give any reply at that moment but he was noting everyone 's emotions. They were only fair weather friends. "She's saved us the trouble. And yeah I am always first in enjoying every girl that comes our way. You have no right to question. Because I am the Alpha." He said with ascendancy and before the friends could understand what he was doing he slit everyone's throat.

"The damn girl was super inviting. But it was too late. I wish I had another chance." He murmured and walked away without a backward glance, leaving her lifeless body behind.

Nevertheless Quinn had no idea Shireen would become the architect of his ruin.

Shireen's pov

The men's faces, their cruel smiles, twisted and blurred. Her body convulsed, a guttural growl bubbling up from deep in her chest. The grip on her limbs faltered as the men stared in stunned horror. "We could be booked on murder charges." One of them said,

To safeguard herself for the little amount of life that was still left in her, Shireen withheld her breath acting dead. She did not want to be a prey to the other men too who were staring at her with hungry faces.

The men screamed, scrambling back in a mixture of fear and disbelief - "she is dead."

"The damn girl was super inviting. But it was too late. I wish I had another chance." The beast, who everyone called Alpha Quinn had a magnificent, terrifying thing of fur and muscle. He let out a piercing howl that ripped through the silent city, a challenge to the moonless sky. Silently guarding her last ounce of energy Shireen closed her eyes welcoming the darkness.

***

Two hours later, Shireen's eyes fluttered open. She hadn't died, but the potent mix of alcohol and drugs in Quinn and his friends had made them think she was dead. Drained and dazed by the effect of anesthesia she struggled to her feet. The sexual attack had left her naked and covered in mud. Scratches and bruises marked her skin accompanied by a searing pain that throbbed in her core. Tears welled in her eyes as she covered her face with her palms. Her sobs were silenced by the emptiness of the deserted street. Shireen ended as a lost soul with her innocence stolen and no one to hear her agony.

She didn't know how long she stayed there, but eventually, a sense of self-preservation kicked in. With trembling hands, she collected her clothes, scattered like discarded memories, and slowly covered her aching body. She longed to call her mother and weep, to tell her sister about the pain of her violation, to have her father's protection and help her seek justice. But in the wake of a turbulent fortnight, her family was not a sanctuary she could seek.

Her bones shifted, cracked, and reformed with a sickening sound. She wasn't Shireen anymore. Her teeth sharpened into fangs, and her fingernails elongated into razor-sharp claws. She was a creature of instinct, of fury, of the ancient magic that now coursed through her blood.

Shireen was gone, and in her place stood a magnificent, wild anthropoid. It was born from pain and revenge unknown to her. And that instinct got her ready to tear her attackers apart. Her body screamed revenge and justice." Shireen was all set even to tear the city apart to get her hands on her assaulter.