Alpha’s Contract : Bride or Prey
Putri Syahra · Ongoing · 30.3k Words
Introduction
Chapter 1
PIPER
"Where's Harper? I hate waiting too long; my wedding should have started twenty minutes ago!"
I pouted in frustration; Mr Damon's baritone tone was killing me. "I'm sorry, Sir, I'll go over to Miss Harper now!"
"Let me! And tell Johan to calm the guests down!"
My forehead furrowed anxiously. "I-I will..." I answered anxiously while glancing in various directions to look for Johan.
"Damn, why can't you work when I'm fucking paying you? I have to step in for all this!"
Damon's mood worsened; his wedding day would be a disaster. "I'm sorry, Sir!" My eyes glanced at the other servants so that they gathered together.
As Damon's long legs approached the bride's waiting room, we followed him with alert steps.
"You guys should have ensured Harper got to the altar on time; what the hell, you've all gathered in the hall without her!" Damon grumbled
Throughout the hall, Damon cursed at us. He just doesn't know how hard it is for us to deal with Harper. They make a great couple, I think. Damon is the notoriously cruel tycoon, and Harper is the spoiled girl with many rules.
"This isn't good; the mega-industry tycoon received something bad on his wedding day, Piper? Are you sure Miss Harper told you to go first? Why don't you take her along?" protested Sonya, the leader of the maid team.
"I'm pretty sure Miss Harper was ready to go down the aisle after I left her!" I answered, feeling guilty. This is my sixth month moving to Monroe Mannor to help Johan and my brother work.
Damon Monroe is as intimidating as the boss, a devil with a handsome face, and damn I fell in love with him. Some of the servants call him Alpha; I don't understand why. I just need to help my brother raise money to buy back the house our parents left behind and pay for my studies.
"Harper, why are you taking so long? Let's hurry to..." Damon trailed off; there was no one in the bridal waiting room.
Damon's olive irises darted in different directions, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "Fuck!" he grumbled, making us even more anxious.
"What is Damon doing?" I whispered confusedly, the veins in his neck popping out as his face turned red
"For God's sake, where is Miss Harper?" said Sonya, glancing at us individually.
Damon passed us; of course, we were still following his steps. "Now Damon chooses to remain silent," I muttered, no more angry chatter from him.
We turned towards the eastern waiting room; I could feel Damon's anger coursing through his veins. Has something happened?
Damon's strong hands pushed open the brown door with gold floral patterns. We went in without any suspicion, but the sight we saw afterward made us all scream.
"Oh, my God!" I screamed in silence
"Miss Harper? For God's sake!" Sonya let out a scream.
Harper is having sex with Johan on the couch. Harper's position sitting on top of Johan made it difficult for her to move; her body scrambled to fix the mane of her wedding dress, and we were forced to see the chaos on their faces.
"Damon, I can explain; it's not what you think." Harper was half messy; even the locks of her hair that I had seen were beautiful and now tousled.
"Mr. Damon, we didn't do anything; we just…." Johan's words were stopped because Damon had thrown a fist at his cheekbone.
"No!" I screamed in surprise; I couldn't see that. Everything went too fast, and Johan fell to the floor. He grimaced, holding his cheek.
"What has your brother done, Piper? You have awakened the sleeping devil," Sonya scolded me. The other maids whispered, enjoying the show.
Harper touched Damon's arm, tears streaming down her face, mixing with her makeup. "Babe, listen to me, okay? I told you, I can explain this!"
"There's fucking nothing you need to explain to me here, Harper! You fucked my house, butler?"
"I didn't mean it like this. I just was tempted, and..."
"Hah, that's funny!" Johan snorted; he raised his head shamelessly, "Tempted, you say? Why don't you just be honest, Harper? You enjoy making love to me, too!" he said
"Johan, stop!" I rebuked him, "What have you done? Please stop, "I begged desperately.
Johan got me trapped as a servant in that manor and made me pay for all the mess he made for our late parents.
"Stop for what? Honestly, Harper would have married you, Mr. Damon, but she damn wanted my touch and was afraid of losing it, so we made love, and that's called hot love."
"Johan, please! Don't make things worse!" Harper whined; she still held onto Damon's arm tightly. "Babe, don't listen to him, okay? We need to talk!"
"I don't want to talk to a woman who has already made love to a human!"
My brows furrowed; what does the term human mean? My knees lost strength when Damon turned to look at me as if he was going to throw me to hell afterward.
"You took Harper's place in marrying me today!" he said
"Wait, what?" Harper also glanced at me. "Babe, don't joke! You're angry because I fucked a human, but you're going to marry that human woman? Just like that?"
"Yeah, just fucking like that! Oh honey, this is not my anger, but it shows how low your quality is. I'm Damon Monroe, Alpha Coralmoon Pack. I reject you as my mate, Harper, and I'm marrying Piper Prescott today."
Two men came after him. One of them is Luther, who I know as Damon's assistant. I'm still stuck in a place of disbelief at this situation.
"Get Piper ready in her wedding dress!"
"Mr Damon, without prejudice to my respect for you, but I can't possibly…." I said I was worried
"I will kill your brother without hesitation, Piper! The choice is yours!" Damon didn't threaten, but he would.
My eyes turned to Luther, who had pulled Johan's hair, made him kneel, and put the tip of the knife against Johan's neck. Again and again, my body shook in fear.
"Damon, think again! You will regret the decision you took in this angry state." Harper was still trying to persuade him
"Am I the one who asked you to betray and destroy everything? I want a wife to maintain the family tradition and control my inheritance! So nothing can stop me from that!"
"But sir, I can't possibly marry you because..." I'm confused about this.
"That's right, sir; Piper is only a C-class maid in our Mannor, so…." Sonya tried to enter the conversation, but it was no use
"LUTHER!" Damon's tone rose; his assistant just nodded his head, and he stabbed the tip of the knife into Johan's neck
"NO, wait, stop!" I screamed anxiously.
Johan grimaced with his eyes closed. "Piper, you want me to die, huh? Obey his orders, damn bitch!" he said, scared. Am I the one causing problems here?
Damon dragged me, "Be a good sister to your brother, and come with me down the aisle, NOW!" I don't know what will happen to me after this, even though I'm secretly in love with Damon.
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