Flash Marriage: Sold To The Possessive Daddy Alpha
When ordinary wolf Thalia Emerson is hit by a luxury car, she never expects the owner to be Alpha Cassian Frostclaw-ruthless heir to the most feared pack, a man whose presence alone commands obedience. Desperation drives her to accept an unthinkable deal: three years bound to him in exchange for the money that could save the only family she has left.
For nearly three years, Cassian is absent, leaving Thalia to rebuild her life, chase her dreams, and quietly count down the days to her freedom. Just when she believes the contract will end without consequence, Cassian returns-unannounced, uncompromising, and very much aware of the woman she has become.
What begins as a cold pact slowly unravels into something neither of them planned. As power collides with vulnerability and duty tangles with desire, Thalia must decide whether her heart is merely surviving. or learning to belong.
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Chapter 2
~THALIA~
He turned to face me. The scrutinizing and playful look in his eyes made me feel more embarrassed, but I still didn't let go of his clothes. I was praying in my mind that he would change his mind and agree.
Then he chuckled softly. "Of course, I can give you the money."
I looked into his eyes in surprise. "Really?"
"However, I have a condition!"
"Oh, that's not a problem. I will agree to any conditions. As long as you lend me, I am even willing to serve you like a slave."
"Are you sure you can do what I want to ask you to do?" His somewhat hoarse voice rang in my ear.
Because of the way the two of us were standing very close, his breath was all over my body, making my skin turn red from the heat. I instantly shrank back slightly, my expression somewhat blank.
"For the next three years, you are mine." He proclaimed and walked closer to me.
When I heard those words, my heartbeat and breath stopped for a moment.
I looked up in disbelief at his impeccable handsomeness, and I was in awe. Because of the scheme that I was focused on, I hadn't realized how breathtaking he was until that moment.
But my admiration for him immediately stiffened into unease.
Seeing my expression, his lips curved into an even wider smile.
"You don't want to? I won't force you." He turned his back to leave.
"No, I'm willing!" I yelled.
"Are you sure?"
His inquiry was calm. The type of calmness that caused my heart to constrict.
"Absolutely, I am certain," I answered loudly as if increasing my volume could silence the faint voice in my mind urging me to flee.
For a short while, he merely observed me. His stare was deliberate and evaluative, as if he were unraveling me piece by piece, measuring my desperation alongside his intrigue.
Without saying anything, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit and took out a shiny black card that gleamed beneath the hospital lights. It was sleek, understated, and luxurious in appearance, just like him.
He extended it toward me.
My breath stalled as I stared at the card.For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to it, as though accepting it would tilt my life permanently off its axis. This wasn't just a card-it was a doorway. And once I stepped through, there might be no turning back.
What if he later demands more than I can give?
I stretched my hands to accept it, my fingers grazing him for an instant. An odd shiver coursed through me upon the touch.
I checked his name on the card and I was absolutely right about him. He was indeed an Alpha.
Alpha Cassian Frostclaw.
He was the sole heir of Alpha Darius Frostclaw, the ruling Alpha of the Frostclaw Pack. Their lineage was known for having only one son per generation, and they were always born as an Alpha.
His pack ranked as the most powerful among the seven largest packs in the area. They were affluent beyond belief, dreaded for their power, and honored for their authority.
He was known to be damn ruthless.
I wondered why he put up with my nonsense.
My stomach turned when I understood I had surely upset someone as powerful and unforgiving as him. At this time, I was unwilling to accept his offer, yet I couldn't stand the thought of losing Aunty Jasmine. I had to push the fear aside.
"You can think about it," he replied calmly. "If you still wish to proceed, contact me on Monday morning. I will inform you about where and how to find me."
"Alpha, I've mentioned that I'm ready. Just send the money, and we'll proceed."
"No," he said with a stern voice. "That's not the way this works. Think carefully. The instant you enter, there's no going back until the time is reached. I don't break deals."
His gaze fixed on me, intense and unwavering.
"That's why I'm giving you today and tomorrow," he continued. "To decide whether you truly want this. or whether desperation is speaking for you."
I gulped nervously, gripping the card more firmly. My heart raced, yet I wouldn't allow him to notice my anxiety.
"Okay," I replied after a pause.
"What's your name ?"
"Thalia.Thalia Emerson."
He didn't say another word after my response.
Silently, he pivoted and headed for the door. Every step he took was deliberate, assured like someone who already possessed what he desired.
The door snapped closed behind him.
I breathed out unsteadily, looking at the card in my grasp, my heart racing.
Three years.
I wasn't sure if I had discovered my salvation. or if I was committing myself to a cage.
Soon, a nurse came. She flipped through the file at the foot of my bed. She asked a few routine questions.
How dizzy I felt, whether the pain had reduced, if I remembered the accident clearly. I answered most of them automatically, my attention drifting in and out as exhaustion.
She checked the bandage on my head, adjusted the drip, and scribbled something down before offering a professional smile. "You're lucky," she said. "No internal bleeding. Just take your medications exactly as prescribed and avoid stress."
Stress. I almost laughed.
After another hour of instructions, signatures, and pills I barely registered, I was finally discharged.
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Monsters do not belong.
Yuna never meant to become one.
After being publicly humiliated by her boyfriend , Yuna's emotions spiral out of control, she had a tough encounter with her bully, Megan, triggering a secret she was never meant to awaken. She isn't just a werewolf.
She is a kitsune.
A nine-tailed fox believed to be extinct.
A creature every wolf has been trained to hunt.
When her transformation is exposed, the university goes into lockdown. Hunters flood the campus. Silver charms are distributed. And one order is made clear:
"Kill the kitsune".
The only person willing to protect her is Noah Phillips,the star wolf of the university... and the son of the chief hunter leading the execution.
As danger closes in and her powers grow harder to control, Yuna must choose:
hide and survive, or rise and fight back.
Because if the wolves discover the truth...
They won't just kill her.
They'll start a war.
8.8
I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir.
He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.
8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move.
Yesterday, they finalized my sale.
"You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree."
Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed.
But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions.
At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea.
Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me.
I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare.
Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour.
My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain.
I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.
7.6
I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years.
On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved.
My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows.
I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for?
Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile.
"They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future."
The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.
9.2
I got pregnant from a one-night-stand.
I wasn't going to tell the father...
Until I walked into the office and found out he's my new boss.
Here's some advice: Don't sleep with your boss.
Here's some more: Don't sleep with your married boss.
And while I'm at it: Don't sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he's going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes.
But I've never been good at taking my own advice.
In my defense, I didn't know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met.
I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class.
And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down.
But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind.
He's cruel, he's powerful, he's arrogant.
And now, according to the test in my hand...
He's the father of my baby.
9.5
I was forced to sign my life away to Jaxson Wilson, a ruthless Wall Street predator, just to save my family's failing company.
But the moment the ink dried on our marriage certificate, my family showed their true colors.
My cousin tried to physically attack me out of pure jealousy, and my grandfather weaponized my dead parents' tragic accident just to ensure my absolute obedience.
Suffering a severe panic attack, I packed my bags and fled the toxic estate.
I expected to be tossed into a cold, empty penthouse by my new billionaire husband. After all, this was just a corporate merger, and I was nothing but a tool to stabilize his stock.
Yet, everything Jaxson did completely shattered my expectations.
He didn't neglect me. He personally designed a breathtaking mansion tailored to my habits.
When I cooked cheap pasta in the middle of the night, the billionaire CEO rolled up his sleeves to wash my dishes.
When a speeding truck nearly hit me, he risked his own life to pull me back, his eyes dark with a terrifying, raw panic.
I couldn't understand it. Why was this cold, untouchable man treating a fake, transactional wife with such intense, suffocating protection?
"It doesn't matter if my family likes you. You married me. Not them."
Looking at the multi-million dollar diamonds he had just fastened around my neck, my fear finally evaporated.
If my family wanted to throw me to the wolves, I would gladly become the alpha's wife and make them regret it.