Contract With Alpha Logan

Biancha POV 

My father gaped at Alpha Logan as if he had asked an immoral question. “What do you mean?” he said, glancing at me nervously. “Biancha is my daughter!” 

Alpha Logan leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, resting it on his knee. He cocked his head as a smirk came on his lips. “So tell me, are you a werewolf?” 

Father seemed to lose his shit, but he clenched his teeth and took a deep breath in. “Yes, Alpha Logan, I am a werewolf. Would you like me to shift to show my wolf?” 

“That would be great,” Alpha Logan said, narrowing his eyes. 

My father looked at Karen, who seemed like she was utterly confused. When she didn’t respond to him, my father said, “Alpha Logan, would you like me to shift here or in the garden?” 

Alpha Logan looked to Kael, who nodded. “Please come to the garden with me,” Kael instructed my father. 

As I watched my father leaving with Kael with frustration mounting, I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. I didn’t know where Alpha Logan was going, but I was thoroughly enjoying how it was playing. Luna Kylie stared at Karen for a while until she was totally uncomfortable. “Do you know anything about Biancha’s mother?” 

Karen licked her dry lips and opened her mouth. But she snapped it shut, glancing at me. When she opened it again, she resembled a fish out of water. “I— I don’t know much. Just that Marlin and her mother, Erin, constantly had arguments with each other. They weren’t happy and Marlin couldn’t take it anymore. According to him, it was an abusive relationship. So he decided to run away. But he took his daughter with him.” 

“So you’re saying that it was Erin who used to fight with Marlin?” Luna Kylie asked. 

“Yes, they didn’t go well together at all. Marlin didn’t want his daughter to suffer at the hands of that psycho. Erin’s mental health was deteriorating day by day.” 

I couldn’t believe the lies Karen was spouting. “No Karen,” I countered. “I was ten years old when my father took me with him. I remember my mom. She wasn’t mentally unstable. On the contrary, she loved me.” A lump formed in my throat as I said those words and as I remembered my mom’s face, even though it would emerge from the haze of my mind, even though I didn’t remember all the features so well. 

Karen shrugged. “Don’t tell me. It’s your father who says those things.” 

“The only psycho that I see here is Marlin,” Toren scoffed. 

By that time, Kael came back with my father. He nodded at Alpha Logan as my father went to sit next to Karen, obviously agitated as hell. But he was suppressing his anger as best as he could because he knew he was in the presence of five Alphas. 

“So you are a werewolf,” Alpha Logan stated coldly. “What about Erin? Was she a werewolf too?” 

“Yes!” Marlin snapped. “We are both werewolves, but unfortunately our daughter, who you are so graciously thinking of making a part of your Alpha family, hasn’t shifted. So she is wolf–less.” He looked at me with hatred in his eyes. “I think this drama is over. Pack up your things, Biancha. We will leave now!” 

“Not so soon,” Alpha Logan growled. “You will stay here for as long as I ask you to! And if both of you are werewolves, how come Biancha isn’t a werewolf?” 

My father’s mouth dropped open in surprise. He collected himself, clenched his fist, and said, “Alpha Logan, please return Biancha to me. She is my daughter and I am her guardian. We don’t want to stay here for another moment.” 

“Why? Because you are telling lies?” Alpha Logan’s accusatory tone boomed in the hall. 

Marlin whipped his head at him. “Lies? Why will I lie? What are you getting at? I am not telling any lies. Now, if you will excuse me, I will leave, Biancha is my daughter, and she will go with me. I got her from her mother’s clutches to save her from abuse, and I will-” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“To save me from abuse or to abuse me?” I shouted. “You beat me every other day. When I asked about my mom, you revealed nothing about her. When I asked you to return me to her, you didn’t, and now you even sold me to someone. If that is not abuse, then what is it?” 

“Biancha!” my father shouted at me. “I was always guiding you!” 

“By beating me?” I shouted back. 

My father got up and strode to me, anger radiating off him. He grasped my hand and pulled me up when Toren caught his throat and growled, his fangs slipping from his gums. “Stay away from her!” he growled. 

8:47 AM 

Toren shoved him to the ground. “Don’t you fucking touch her again!” he growled. 

“You can’t-” 

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Suddenly, a man with thick red hair that was tied in a pony, entered the main hall. He looked at me with his green eyes and a his lips. Wearing a black shirt with gray trousers, he had a soft demeanor. His face 

His face, marked by wrinkles, spoke of wisdom, suggesting he was olde than my father. 

His eyes went to Alpha Logan, who got up. They shook hands and Alpha Logan invited him to sit. “Alpha Jax,” he said. “It’s an honor to have you amongst us.” 

Alpha Jax? That name rang a bell somewhere. I stared at him as he sat on a sofa opposite to me. He looked at me again and gave me a kind smile. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw my father turning pale, as if he had seen a ghost. He coughed and sputtered as he got up. 

“Hello Marlin,” Alpha Jax almost growled at him. “Long time. Where were you all these years?” 

I don’t know why, but my father tried to run away from there, but the warriors stopped him and brought him back. 

Alpha Logan looked from Karen to Marlin. “Have you seen him before, Marlin?” he enquired. 

My father was shaking like a leaf. He didn’t answer the question. He looked like he had been slapped on his face. 

“I’ll tell you where you have seen him in case you have lost your memory,” Logan continued. 

“This is Alpha Jax, of the River Creek Pack, whose daughter you kidnapped out of revenge.” 

Surprise exploded in my chest as I stared at Alpha Jax. Was he my father? If he was my father, who was Marlin? Somewhere in the restricted area o Yosemite, the River Creek Pack was the last werewolf habitat in the west. 

Logan chuckled. “You never married his daughter.” 

What! My heart started drumming like a drummer gone mad. I grasped Toren’s hand tightly. 

“Alpha Jax has a daughter, Erin, but she is married to Mason. You were just an omega who had a crush on her and forced her to marry you so that you could become the Alpha of the pack. But she refused and out of spite, you tried to rape her when you found her alone at her home. Alpha Jax’s warriors found you when you were forcing Erin to submit. You ran away from there, scared that they would kill you, but you took ten–year–old Biancha with you by making her unconscious.” 

“No, he is lying!” Marlin replied in a low, shaky voice. “I don’t know this man.” 

Logan ignored him and turned to me. “Biancha, Marlin isn’t your father. But having said that, Erin isn’t your mother either. Though she loved you 

like a mother.” 

My mind went numb, but my eyes went to Alpha Jax, who looked extremely concerned. 

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Logan took a deep breath in. “Alpha Jax found you at the border of his pack swaddled in a blanket. Seeing you were all alone, he adopted you.” 

My throat choked as I seemed to have lost sense of breathing. Everything turned blurry. was an orphan. Why was Marlin so keen on taking me with him? 

“Biancha,” Alpha Jax said in a polite voice. “Can I talk to you privately? I’m aware you may have countless questions, but I’m ready to answer every single one.” 

“Who are my parents?” I asked through 

my tears. 

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