Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Contract

King Derek Wolfe extended the terms of the contract toward his Beta, Declan, who passed it along to Alpha Rolf with a look of silent steel. Rolf’s eyes darted across the documents with a careless speed that made Derek raise a brow. It was unsettling; only hours ago, this man had been grovelling, begging for any other solution. Now, he seemed desperate to wash his hands of the entire affair, barely glancing at the fine print that would seal his daughter’s fate.

"Give it to the girl to read," Derek said after Rolf had signed the papers.

Girl.

The word felt like a slap. Kira felt a surge of volcanic anger rise in her chest, a desire to rain fire and brimstone down on both of these men. Instead, she clamped her jaw shut, digging her nails into her palms as she drew a long, shaky breath. One. Two. Three... She counted to ten, forcing the "wildcat" back into its cage.

"My name is Ki—Chloe," she said with all the calm she could muster.

Derek’s eyes stayed cool and flat. "I don’t care what you call yourself," he replied. "I only care that you understand what you’re signing. Read."

Kira grabbed the contract from her father, ignoring his glare. She began to read it carefully.

The marriage would last one year.

She felt a little relieved about that. One year. Just twelve months. That sounded... doable. Calling it a year made it sound too far. Twelve months made it sound better. But as she read further down, her anger began to boil. The contract states that the marriage is an open one. Then she kept reading, and the relief died. It was an open marriage, on paper only. They would live separate lives. She could not get pregnant by anyone else during that year. She was required to produce a male heir within those twelve months. Upon the birth of a son, the contract would dissolve, and they would part as strangers.

"A son?!" Kira shrieked, glaring up at the Lycan King.

"Do you need a breakdown of the biology, or is the fine print too complicated for you?" he asked, his tone dripping with icy sarcasm.

"I am not some baby factory you can just... order a child from!"

"It is called a sacrifice for a reason," Derek countered, his attention shifting to Rolf with blatant boredom. "Alpha Rolf, I’m not here for a debate. Control your daughter before I decide war is the more efficient investment."

Rolf’s face flushed a deep, angry red as he looked at Kira. "Chlo," he warned, his voice a low growl of desperation. "Think about the packs. Think about what happens if he walks out that door."

Kira felt the cage doors closing. She knew exactly what was at stake. She wouldn’t have cared less if the Lycan King threatened her father alone. But the lives of other werewolves lay in her hands now. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. If she walked, the werewolf packs would be liquidated. Derek wouldn’t just take their lands; he’d take their lives. She thought of Jessica, of her friends at the university, of everyone who would pay the price for her "freedom." The guilt was already heavy enough to drown in.

This was difficult for her. She looked at the pregnancy clause again. She had never thought there would be a pregnancy clause in this marriage contract. She sighed in defeat and blinked back the moisture in her eyes, refusing to cry for these men.

"Before I sign my life away, I’m adding an addendum," Kira said, squaring her shoulders and meeting Derek’s cold gaze.

Declan looked at his King, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod of permission. "Let’s hear the terms," Declan said.

"This marriage doesn’t touch my education," she stated, her voice steady. "I’m staying in my program. I’ll finish my degree. Even if... I’m pregnant."

Derek studied her for a long, silent moment, his expression a mask of expensive, tailored indifference. Kira held her breath, searching her brain for something else to add, but her head couldn’t come up with anything at the moment.

"Is that all?" Derek asked.

"For now."

Jessica let out a watery laugh as she wiped away her own tears. "Look on the bright side. You’re married to the most powerful man alive. ’Daddy Dearest’ can’t lay a finger on you anymore. You’re out of his reach."

Kira nodded slowly. "I guess that’s one win for me."

"How is the wound on your back?" Jessica asked, her voice full of worry. "How are you really doing?"

"It still stings like crazy," Kira admitted, thinking of the whip. "But I’m tough. I’ll manage."

Jessica leaned in, her eyes dancing with a bit of mischief to break the tension. "Okay, forgive me for saying this now, but girl... your husband is fine!" she whisper-shouted.

Kira actually laughed, a real sound of joy. She knew Jessica was trying to cheer her up.

"He is definitely easy on the eyes," Jessica continued, giggling. "In another life, I’d be his biggest fan-girl. For now, we’ll just call him a very handsome mistake." Then, her face turned serious again. She grabbed Kira’s hands. "Listen to me. If this is too much... we can run. We can leave right now and never look back."

Kira let out a loud, genuine laugh. The idea of them on the run was wild, but she appreciated the loyalty.

"I’m serious, babe," Jessica insisted.

Kira sighed, patting Jessica’s hand. "Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay. Honestly? King Derek Wolfe is the one who should be scared. He has no idea what he’s getting into by marrying me. Don’t feel bad for me—feel bad for him."

Jessica smiled, a look of true pride on her face. "That’s my girl. I trust you to shake up his world."