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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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