A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)

Sara, a cook's daughter, secretly loves Nick, the future Alpha. Their illicit affair is bound by a contract: purely physical, no emotions. But Sara's heart aches for more, pushing her to break the rules. When her whispered 'I love you' shatters their fragile arrangement, Nick’s cruel rejection unleashes a chain of devastating events. Her world crumbles as she faces homelessness, her father’s collapse, and a horrifying discovery that binds her to Nick in ways neither could have imagined. Can a broken contract lead to an unbreakable bond, or will it forever scar their fated lives?

A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)

Sara, a cook's daughter, secretly loves Nick, the future Alpha. Their illicit affair is bound by a contract: purely physical, no emotions. But Sara's heart aches for more, pushing her to break the rules. When her whispered 'I love you' shatters their fragile arrangement, Nick’s cruel rejection unleashes a chain of devastating events. Her world crumbles as she faces homelessness, her father’s collapse, and a horrifying discovery that binds her to Nick in ways neither could have imagined. Can a broken contract lead to an unbreakable bond, or will it forever scar their fated lives?

The air in the apartment hung heavy, thick with the scent of rain and damp earth – Nickolas Reign's signature. Sara's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. It was 7:15 PM, and he was fifteen minutes late. Her eyes, red-rimmed from anxiety, darted around the meticulously clean living room, the untouched meal for two on the dining table a stark testament to her foolish hope.

She smoothed her knee-length dress, the fabric suddenly feeling too tight, too revealing. This wasn't their usual Tuesday liaison. This was her desperate attempt to break free from the shackles of their 'contract,' to confess the love that consumed her. The familiar sound of the lock disengaging sent a jolt through her, a mix of terror and exhilarating anticipation.

Nick stepped in, his presence dominating the room. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky, raked over her, a flicker of impatience beneath the usual hunger. "Why am I here? It's not Tuesday," he asked, his voice cutting through her fragile resolve like a knife.