
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 6
~ALPHA CASSIAN~
Not even when she'd grown prettier since then.
When her delicate features and hour-glass form had finally started stimulating me as a burning, needy heat started rising to my cock.
Honestly, since the very first time I'd seen her at the hospital, desire had hit me and it never left.
I'd been gone for too long, and all those miles just had made me want it more.
I'd always known that, eventually, I would get my hands on her, and now that I was finally here, there was no need to wait for the inevitable to occur.
It was always going to happen from the beginning.
I flicked my ashes into the tray. "What sort of fun did you get up to?"
"Just normal fun. Nothing else."
"Flirting with an old flame? Did you get to have sex?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her lips clamped together. "No."
I smirked.
I moved closer, invading where she was standing. " Aren't you afraid I might look into this?"
"Well, I am telling you the truth," she shrugged.
I moved even closer, my body practically pressing against hers and blew out another smoke ring which we watched dance between us.
I used my finger to tilt her head up until our eyes met. Her skin was cool under my touch.
"You don't panic, do you?"
Her voice was low. "Maybe."
I let my finger slip back down until her head was back in its place.
"You are truly an arrogant little wolf," I told her. " You know that right?"
Her eyes darted away. "If I were, I would not be here right now."
I truly wanted to break her.
That idea turned me on.
"Thalia Emerson," I said, my voice low but steady. "The moment you signed that contract, you lost the right to stand on equal ground with me. You even begged to be my slave. but I chose to make you something better. Or have you forgotten?"
Her hands began to shake.
"Oh, I remembered you signed without reading because you needed the money so badly," I smirked.
"I..."
"You are mine. Remember that I did not force you to sign the agreement." I interrupted, "And our agreement does not just end in 3 months. It just started now."
"What.do you mean?" she questioned nervously.
I let out a small scoff. "Exactly what you heard. Therefore, do not go against my will, you are mine, I do not share what is mine, nor will I let anyone else touch it."
"I had thought..."
"Put all thoughts of that out of your head." I cut in.
"Alpha...you definitely said that once the contract was over I could leave if you weren't here. Perhaps you have forgotten that?" she murmured.
"Of course not. However, since I came back before the end of the contract, I've changed my mind," I grinned.
Before she could continue, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the bathroom. She stumbled to keep up with my pace.
I would see how defiant she stayed after I reduced her to a whiny mess.
"We are going to wash off all of those disgusting hands that touched you today," I told her.
I pushed her under the shower and turned it on.
A torrent of cold water immediately cascaded down on both of us.
She let out a gasp as if a sudden shrill was torn from her lungs. She instinctively clawed my sleeve with her fingers as her body shook from the coldness but I did not budge.
"Are you cold?" I asked.
She nodded quickly, her teeth chattering as she did.
"Good. It's cold for both of us," I whispered.
Then I turned the water off.
She stood still for a moment, perhaps unsure whether she was able to move yet.
"Get out," I commanded, as I stepped out myself.
She got out of the bathroom, sopping wet from head to toe, her hair and clothing completely soaked and water pouring from her body. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, her body still shaking.
Her lips quivered as if she were desperate to speak, but before she could utter a word, I had already swept her into my arms.
I carried her to the bedroom and dumped her onto the bed.
"Take off all of your clothes," I commanded.
"Why.do you want me to?"
I locked eyes with her and said in a low voice, "Because I want you."
I began to tear my wet clothes off until I was naked from the waist down, only wearing my damp boxers that clung tightly to my skin.
She still hadn't started removing her clothes.
I was so horny and pissed.
"I said take off your clothes, or I'll tear everything off!" I barked.
She jumped up.
I watched as she started undressing until nothing was left of her but her skin. She lay back, exposing herself completely.
I positioned myself over her and slid my arms to her sides, grasping her hip bone firmly before trailing my fingers down along the soft flesh until they reached her thighs.
I parted them just wide enough for me to settle between them, burying my fingers into her tender skin as I claimed every bit of it with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her skin tingled under my touch as a layer of goosebumps erupted over her body, but I continued, pulling my palms back up over her thighs, my thumbs inching further towards the heat radiating from her body.
Her body trembled fiercely, and she began to push herself away, arching her back away from the bed, an instinctual urge to escape me, but I used one of my hands to keep her still by placing it on her hip, pinning her precisely where I wanted her.
Each and every gasp, each and every twitch she made seemed to fuel the fire in my gut making my cock grow harder in my boxers.
"Alpha Cassian..." she breathed, my name on her parted lips like a question.
"Shush," I growled low, blowing my warm breath into her ear, my lips grazing against her lobe before biting it lightly, "Do not speak unless I tell you to. Feel only what I give you to feel."
Her fingers were digging into the sheets, her knuckles so white as she strained against her own body.
"I don't think I can handle this." she whispered.
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Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."

8.3
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up.
The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her.
He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction.
The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage.
So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival.
He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.
"Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."

7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.

8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.

8.2
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.

8.0
My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara.
A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together.
It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital.
They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine.
In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke.
As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived.
"Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it."
With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning.